Assassinating the Vampire King

Episode 2

Everything I do in a mission they know. That’s what I learned after being called to the HQ for punching Dracula.

Why would they even care? They want him dead, everyone does, so why care if I scratch him a little?

“You need to control your anger!” Lance yelled, pacing back and forth, sighing every second.

I rolled my eyes at him and shifted in my seat. “He tested my patience and so are you. “

He stopped pacing and faced me. His face screams anger and worry. Worry about me blowing my cover up or worry about Dracula, the creature they want dead.

“How can he test that’s non-existent?” and the dramatic roll of eyes.

“WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?” For all I know you want him dead and what harm could a little black eye do?”

I abruptly got up and decided to call it a day, there’s no point in listening to his rants. It will only made my ears bleed to death.

“Jane!”

I sighed, this man has some serious bipolar disorder. Turning to him. “What is it, Lance-y?” I said in a sickly sweet voice that made me want vomit the taco I had for lunch.

“Let’s have a drink. My treat!” he squealed like a little girl and skipped through the door grabbing my hand along with him.

“I’ll have a beer please.” He told the bartender and turned to me asking what’s mine.

“Just orange juice.”

Lance arched his eyebrow and I did the same thing.

“What?” I asked confused. He opened his mouth, trying to say something and closed it again looking like a fish.

“Oh, give me a break!” rolling eyes, I turned on my back and faced the entrance.

Chester. We’re at Chester’s Bar. There aren’t many people here on weekdays, mainly because people are exhausted after working the day out. The place is serene and I’m surprised Lance decided to brunt the night here

“Why did you hit him?” I heard Lance say and I gazed him at the side of my eye. He’s looking at me with a smile it’s as if he didn’t just throw a tantrum at me for giving King Dracula a fist.

“’Cause his face keeps saying ‘hit me, hit me’.”

He scoffed and turned to face the bar. “As if.”

He’s challenging me? I raised my fist and hit him in the arm which resulted for him to lose balance and fell.

Laughing, I said. “See? Challenging me won’t get you anywhere.”

Standing up, he fixed his crumpled shirt. ”I bet he told you to fix yourself.” My eyes grew wide and now I completely turned to him.

“Am I right?” he gave me a side smile. “Another points for, Lancelot!” he exclaimed and laughed but I just raised my brow at him, waiting for an explanation but all he gave is silence.

I raised my fist again and about to hit him again to squeeze some answers out but when he saw it he raised his hand in the air in surrender.

“He’s a perfectionist.” I nodded and waved my hands for him to go on. He smiled. “He don’t want the people or rather vampire around him look filthy.”

I nodded again but furrowed my eyebrows. What did I looked like at the office? Last time I checked I look fine and neat.

“Let’s just drink.” Lance said raising his glasses for a toast. I got mine, half full and cheered with him.

3 hours later, I found myself carrying the drunk hulk. Lance’s arm is draped around my shoulder and leaning on me giving me all his weight.

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as if I said something funny but for all he doesn’t know I am busy carrying him.

“He saved me aaaannnd he’s soooo handsome, right?” he asked and even though I don’t know who ‘HE’ is, I muttered a response.

He laughed again stumbling a little. Thank god, we’re alone in this cold parking lot if we’re not, I would probably leave this guy behind and just save myself from embarrassment.

“Walk faster, Scott.” I ordered him in a whisper and walked faster. It’s getting really cold and I forgot to bring my jacket.

Lance started to sing nursery rhymes out of tune and really loud. My ears perked when a sudden noise came. It was like a wooden thing hitting a skin or something smooth.

I looked at my back, just the head turning, there’s no one there. Just a barely occupied half of a parking lot.

I shifted snoring Lance on my shoulder, his head is on my own, leaning. Looking straight ahead, my eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped.

A man is standing there. A vampire to be exact. Hands in pocket, wearing a button-up white shirt and is looking at us, at me.

He started walking towards us, still looking at me. I sensed the cold metal at my thigh, my g*n.

I calculated how many seconds I can pick it up under my black thin-strapped dress and included how many seconds I can drop Lance on the ground.

Before I could initiate my plan, Mr. Luca Romano or should I say Dracula with a fading black eye crouched down in front of us.

I looked at him and asked him what he is doing. He turned to look at me showing off his squared jaw

“Let me carry him and just tell me where your car, Ms. Gonzales.” He told me nodding his head to Lance.

I was about to thank him for hi offer and walk away when Lance shifted, wiggling out of my grip like a baby wanting to be put down.

I struggled on stopping him and my grip loosened causing Lance drop down on Luca’s back.

My eyes grew wide and leaned down to pull him up when he hugged Luca on the waist and groaned.

I closed my eyes and mentally face palm. This is really embarrassing, He is so going to pay for this.

Luca got up, carrying him like he weighed just like a paper and started walking ahead. Perks of being supernatural, I guess.

Following him. “Thank you.” I thanked him and he nodded in response. We continued to walk in silence but it’s the other kind of it. The comfortable kind of silence.

I’m really going to kill Lance when he’s sober. I’ll cut his limb one by one and sell it at a low price ‘cause that kid doesn’t like cheap stuff.

I looked at them in the side of my eye, Lance’s still asleep and arms are now on Luca’s shoulder, hanging loosely.

On the other hand, Luca is silent, I hadn’t heard any pants if breath or any complain from him. He’s just walking casually as if there is no 110 pound on his shoulders.

Noticing that Luca halted, I arched my eyebrow and followed where his gaze is at.

Up ahead, an assemblage of men wearing loose shirts and piercings. They were smirking and some of them are holding wooden bats.

I was about to pull out my g*n when my mission came into my mind. I’m with Luca, that means that I need to act defenseless.

Even though my mind is against it, I scooted closer to Luca and reached for his sleeves. My eyes widened when he pulled me by the waist and remained gripping it firmly.

“Stay close.” He ordered.