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Chp One

It was easy. Break into the cemetery, find the tomb, take the body, bring it back to the medical students. Anyone who thought body snatching wasn’t happening to this day was wrong. For me and my brother, it was pretty easy. We were from New Orleans, Louisiana where we could break into above ground tombs and pull out fresh bodies. Due to the high water tables, nobody buried bodies since they’d float up to the surface or contaminate the water.

Living here didn’t mean it was a clean job though. The tombs people are placed in are sealed and over the year and the day the bodies are there, they basically get cremated due to the heat and humidity. The remains are placed in a bag and thrown into the back of the tomb with some others, thus creating a clear space for the family’s next deceased member. Decaying remains were a problem if the corpse decided it was going to somehow get stuck them. Nikki, my brother, was waiting in the car for me to return with our friend. I found the most recent grave I could, one labeled Oliver Scot Sykes.

“Well, Mr. Sykes, time to rejoin the land of the living”, I said to myself, swinging out my crowbar. I hooked it around the seal, planning to pop it open when something cold slipped over my mouth. A squeak escaped me when I realized it was a hand.

“Listen, if you want to live, come with me”, cooed a cockney voice. The voice’s owner lifted me off the ground and brought me into a mausoleum. As soon as I was free, I kicked at him and fussed.

“Who are you and what do you want?!” I gasped. A pale hand slammed over my mouth again as the voice lit a match. A sickly white face greeted me, dark eyes looking so much blacker against the harsh shadows and dark hair.

“I have questions for you too lass, like why the Hell you’re trying to plunder my grave”, the man said. “Now be quiet and don’t. Say. A word.” He held a finger up to his lips and turned his attention to the small stained glass window. I stared at him for a moment before realizing what he said. My grave. Oh God, this was the corpse I was going to steal. But he’s alive? I poked him a little, checking him for warmth or life signs. Oliver grabbed my wrist and put my hand on random places on his body like his neck, chest, wrist, and mid arm.

“See? No heartbeat. No, I’m not technically alive. I know what you’re thinking”, he whispered quickly. He seemed intent on watching whatever was happening so I watched too. We had a perfect view of the grave I was at moments ago, only now there was a tall skinny man with short hair standing there. He was dressed in all black, but the parts of his pale skin that were exposed glowed in the moonlight.

“He shouldn’t smell you in here”, Oliver whispered. “Too much concrete, dirt, and dead flesh.”

“Smell me?” I repeated.

Oliver looked at me like it was obvious. “Are you stupid?” he asked. “Of course he can smell you.”

“What are you? What is…he?”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Ballsack out there is a vampire hunter. Kind of contradictory since he’s a vampire.”

“So you’re?”

“A vampire too. Obviously. You mortals are all so daft.” He turned back to the tall man outside. The man was looking around with big blue eyes. He almost looked intrigued.

“He’s smelled you”, Oliver said. “Your scent out there. C’mon. Ballsack can’t handle his feeding urges.” Oliver hit a brick which opened up a small cubby in the building. “This is so dirty he won’t be able to follow your scent. Go, now.” I was pushed into the hole, which actually went down a flight of narrow stairs. Oliver crawled down after me, blowing out his match when he saw “Ballsack”’s silhouette approach the building. Oliver pulled the cover shut and smiled.

“Brick. Unless he knows which brick to press, which he doesn’t, he can’t get down here. It’s a personal secret.” Oliver held out a hand as he lit a torch with a match. “My name’s Oliver..” He walked me down a dirt passageway with the torch. It was dusty and there were cobwebs everywhere.

“I’m Thorne”, I said.

“And you’re a body snatcher! A graverobber.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty familiar with your type. In almost six centuries, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly been dissected or something thanks to your kind.” Oliver kept walking down the never ending hallway. “So what’s in it for you?”

“Well if you’re that old, I think you know”, I quipped. “Cash from needy med students.”

“You guys still use bodies?”

“They gotta have something.”

Oliver chuckled. “I need to return to my home. This passage opens up to a bar…erm…I don’t remember what it’s called but it’s on Bourbon Street. We should be able to fit into the crowds.”

“Okay. I uh, need to call my brother. He helps me with the body thing and he’s going to be waiting for me by the cemetery.”

“Alright”, Oliver nodded. “Get him away from there since Andy Ballsack is going to be hunting. He’s pissed I got away.” We kept walking until we found a wooden trap door with music pumping out of it. We crept through it and found ourselves in the back room of a pub.

“Oi, come here for a moment”, Oliver cooed. He tossed the torch down the trap door and shut it before grabbing a hold of me. Forcefully, he kissed me. Oliver grabbed handfuls of my hair as he moved down to me neck.

“This uh, isn’t how I was taught to make friends”, I gasped awkwardly. “You better not be feeding!”

Oliver bolted up. “No, I’m trying to make it look like we went for a shag”, he stated, like this was completely normal. He pulled my shirt down, half exposing my bra before ruffling up his own hair. “This way it’s no so suspicious when we come walking out of here. Act like a drunk whore when we get inside. And make sure people can see that hickey.”

“Hickey?!” I gasped.

“Just play along!” Oliver grabbed my hand and swayed through a door into the bar. People looked at us and Oliver grinned. “I JUST GOT FUCKED!” he yelled happily, slurring and saying “fooked” in that way cockney people did. Some of the people around us cheered and held up pints of beer. I texted Nikki telling him to meet me nearby in an alley. Oliver and I “staggered” amongst the throngs of people until Nikki texted me back telling me he was at our meeting spot. The vampire and I walked there together and got in the car.

“Thorne, you better have a damn good reason for not getting us that body!” Nikki scolded. “And who is this?!”

“Erm…this…is the body.”

Nikki’s gray eyes glanced at Oliver in the mirror. “No fucking way, Thorne. Stop playing.”

“I’m serious!” I gasped. “Feel him up!”

“I have a collection of death certificates at home”, Oliver grinned. “Going all the way back to my alleged first death in 1420.”

“He’s a vampire or something”, I explained quickly. “Just take us home. There’s another one about and-“

“Ballsack’s trying to kill me”, Oliver informed, leaning into the front seat. “And I rather like feeding off of the living.” Nikki shifted in the driver’s seat.

“Val’s going to be so pissed that we didn’t make this order”, he grumbled. Oliver promised to explain once we were safely at home and I guess out of curiosity, Nikki dutifully sped us there.

Notes

Super special awesome thanks to Chiyami for not just bringing me back to this but for FINDING AN ARCHIVE AND LINKING THE OLD VERSION TO ME. So this an editted version for the first couple of chapters and then we'll get into the new and good stuff :D If you're a noob, don't feel bad since I'm relearning this story lol

So fuck Revisited. Here's something better :D

Comments

oh, Mr. Biersack! sashaying indeed!

anathema anathema
10/21/16

@DayTripper


*blushes*

anathema anathema
10/21/16

@anathema
I love you so fucking much lol you're a doll <3 ;P

DayTripper DayTripper
10/21/16

@DayTripper
whatever, man, you're a skilled writer!

anathema anathema
10/20/16

@anathema
If only it worked out that way more often lol

DayTripper DayTripper
10/20/16