Tris Prior (
priordivergence) wrote2015-06-21 01:40 am
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My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out
Before Darrow, I had never heard of vampires. If we talked about monsters, it was because we talked about what might be beyond the fence. Whatever lived in that bombed out wasteland was far more real than an undead creature that drank blood.
Darrow is different. Darrow is full of its own strange terrors that grow bolder with every month. A vampire attack used to be a signal for panic. Now it's a regular danger on the same level as a mugging or a break in. Vigilantes, my own friends among them, seek them out with a vengeance. At their behest, I carry two knives with me now. One, my Dauntless black switchblade; the other, a knife carved from wood, inlaid with a silver filigree cross. It feels strange and theatrical, yet I feel safer with it at my back.
It's Petros Park and barely after sundown, but that seems to matter very little to the vampire in front of me. I catch its reflective eyes, like a cat at night only gaunt and horrible. She has fangs outstretched and I know she means to make a meal of me.
I reach for my knives.
I am not prey.
Darrow is different. Darrow is full of its own strange terrors that grow bolder with every month. A vampire attack used to be a signal for panic. Now it's a regular danger on the same level as a mugging or a break in. Vigilantes, my own friends among them, seek them out with a vengeance. At their behest, I carry two knives with me now. One, my Dauntless black switchblade; the other, a knife carved from wood, inlaid with a silver filigree cross. It feels strange and theatrical, yet I feel safer with it at my back.
It's Petros Park and barely after sundown, but that seems to matter very little to the vampire in front of me. I catch its reflective eyes, like a cat at night only gaunt and horrible. She has fangs outstretched and I know she means to make a meal of me.
I reach for my knives.
I am not prey.
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I just like to be in charge more. That's not going to happen.
What I can do is find a way inside. So I set myself to that task as my feet pound down the alley. There's a service elevator nearby that's open just enough for me to get my fingers into the gap and shove the metal door up. It's big enough for the two of us to climb into it, and then out the other side.
"This way!"
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"My apartment isn't far from here," I say, still keyed up with adrenaline and the very real knowledge that I've just destroyed...killed two vampires. "You can stay there until it's safe."
Which means he'll be staying there until dawn.
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It's dark in the service elevator, so I grab for her shoulder. My face feels hot a second later, but it helps me keep track of her, and I'm not willing to dig my phone out of my pants pocket in case, God forbid, I drop the thing, or worse.
The buttons for the elevator glow dully -- there are only four of them. I hit the one that will take us upstairs to storage.
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Will I ever start treating the roads in front of me as anything but a battleground? "I live in the Bramford, with my boyfriend and my best friend. And a rabbit."