Heya guys! Here’s the last part of the “Sunny and Shells” storyline. Before anyone ask, I’m not entirely sure that this would go the way it would, the way this last part worked out, but… You’d be surprised (okay, you might not actually be all that surprised, considering…!) at how little I know about fighting and the like! *hee* But for a starting point, I think it’s okay. Certainly something that I think I could work on when it comes round to re-doing this story.
And I know some of you that will have read this all the way through will be coming back and saying, “Hey, hang on, you didn’t tell us the rest of the story!” – I didn’t really have any intentions of saying any more than I did about Shells. I means, yes, I have it in my mind what happened to her before she gots turned, but it’s not exactly… something I really want to write about? I know that sounds really, really weird, but… *shakes head* it’s really hard to explain. Basically, the way it’s done is that I come up with a fairly shortish back story for my characters – well, the main ones, anyway – and whether those details gets revealed or not really depends on the story. The back story that I’d put together for Shells was unpleasant, although it does explains certain feelings she has, but I had very little interest in actually saying more than what I felt I could get away with, in part three. The rest… Well, I dunno. If I think it’s necessary, I’ll write about it, but otherwise… Meh. What’s important is what comes next, right? *grins*
Anyway… Hope you guys like it, and as always, would be lovely to know what you think! And any questions you might have, please feel free to ask! 😀
Sunny and Shells (part 4) by Angel Forfivon
A while later, they were back on the subway, Shells hummed happily as the two held hands, Sunny’s free hand scrolling through her phone.
“Okay,” said Sunny, “I think I’ve found a weapon shop. I think we can get away with getting some guns without needing any licences. We should’ve taken some of the weapons those criminals had in the past.”
“Have you ever used a gun?”
“No. Have you?”
“No. I’ve always preferred knives. As a vampire, especially when you’re at full vampire, you can move really fast, so I always found it easier to just get close and use knives.”
“Well, maybe the store will have some. Any particular type of knife you like?”
“Hook knives. Thin ones. Lightweight, fast, and the hook on the end allows you to grab them and do more than a regular knife.”
“You’ve used them before?”
“Yes, I took out six of Boris’ gang before they managed to overpower me. If I had been full vampire, I would’ve been able to get away from them, but…” Shells shook her head, “They’d probably destroyed the knives I had back then.”
“Well, let’s see. Maybe we can find some hook knives and some guns. I know neither of us have used them before, but maybe it’ll help us if we find ourselves surrounded by werewolves.”
“Mm,” replied Shells, “Let’s hope that doesn’t happens. But you’re right. Best to be on the safe side.”
That evening, the two vampires stood side by side, looking at the items of weapons that they’d managed to get their hands on. The machete, which Sunny was to carry from now on, two hook knives for Shells, and two small handguns.
Shells picked one up with obvious dislike, “They don’t feel right, but… I guess we’d need to find somewhere to practice. And we need to teach you how to turn into bats.”
“Out of town’s probably the best bet for that, I think,” replied Sunny, “Or, I don’t know, maybe we’ll find an abandoned building?”
“Out of town,” said Shells firmly, “We don’t want to go near any abandoned buildings. They’re not always abandoned.”
“…Boris was in an abandoned building?”
Shells nodded, and Sunny kissed her, chasing the bad memories away.
Shells laughed, “I can’t be down around you, can I?” She returned the kiss.
She continued, “Come on, let’s go. The sooner we find somewhere quiet, the sooner we can start practising.”
Another week passed, and the two vampires were back on the subway. They had spent every moment either hunting for blood, or out of town – which was a journey in itself – practising with their guns or, in Sunny’s case, trying to transform into bats, but Sunny was thus far unable to do so.
Shells had reassured Sunny every day, “Remember, it took me two months to do this. You shouldn’t expect to learn this in a week.”
“I know, but…”
Shells gave Sunny a kiss, “I know. But we have all the time in the world.”
Sunny sighed into the kiss, “I know. I just wish…” her voice trailed off.
Shells knew what Sunny was wishing for. She still hadn’t been able to open up to Sunny about everything, despite the fact that they were now girlfriends. But she said nothing, pulling Sunny into a hug.
Then Sunny’s eye was caught by the sight of another pickpocketer. She pointed her out to Shells, who nodded. After all the practice earlier, they were both in need of blood. The two followed her off the train, and Shells, with all the practiced effectiveness of experience, caught and began drinking. Sunny, waiting her turn, started to look around when suddenly she was grabbed and pulled back onto the subway.
A barely audible gasp caused Shells to look round just in time to see the subway pulls away, with Sunny pushed against the closed door and… Boris.
“Sunny!” she yelled, but the subway had left, and she growled in frustration.
“Umm…” came a voice behind her.
Shells spun round and grabbed the throat of the person, “Where did they take her?”
“H-hey! L-let me go!”
“Where. Did. They. Take. Her?”
The man gave the address, “…But it’s too late. There’s over fifty of us, werewolves and humans alike. You can’t save your friend. Boris says he’ll let her go if you give yourself up.”
Shells gave a derisory laugh, “Boris, letting a vampire go free? He’d never do that. He hates vampires,” her eyes narrowed, “So, why did he choose you?”
“I… It’s an honour to be chosen to pass the message!”
Shells shook her head, “Hardly. You’re the most expendable. Boris knows that whoever was chosen to give the message was almost certainly going to get killed,” her teeth gleamed in the light of the station, and she continued, “Unfortunately for you, I need all your blood.”
“W-wait,” he cried, but Shells’ fangs bit deep into the throat, and she drank and drank before letting go of him letting out a bloody snarl. Shells sprang to the exit, moving at a blur, almost barely noticeable by any of the passengers, while screams rose up behind her as the remains of the man’s body was seen.
But Shells didn’t care.
Outside, she hissed in pain at the sun, but the pain was bearable, even after all the blood she’d drank. As she said to Sunny, the closer a vampire of their type gets to being full vampire, the more sensitive to the sun they’d get. They can still survive through it, but it would be painful.
But Shells didn’t care.
When she found the abandoned building, Shells ascended to the top of a building close by, took out the lone human that she found, obviously one of Boris’ lot positioned to keep an eye around, and looked over the building. Somewhere in there was around fifty people, werewolves and humans alike. And Sunny. And Shells was aware that trying to get into this building and take all those people on was akin to suicide. Especially when one of the werewolves was as powerful as Boris was.
But Shells didn’t care. Only Sunny mattered.
Her eyes roamed around the other buildings around the place. She could see other watchers on the other buildings, and formulated a plan. She knelt down and topped up the blood from the unconscious man at her feet. For the plan to work, she’d need to stay full vampire. Dusk was coming.
Swiftly, silently, she worked her way through the other buildings, taking out everyone she found. Ten down, all normal humans, and no werewolves had come out yet. But she had amassed a collection of automatic weapons.
Suddenly, she heard a ringtone, coming from the pocket of one of the guys she’d dispatched in this building. Searching through the pockets, Shells looked at the screen, still unfamiliar with the technology, but thankful that Sunny had at least showed her what to do. The name wasn’t familiar, but she guessed it was one of those in the buildings, calling to check up. Good.
Shells went back to the roof of the biggest building overlooking the abandoned place, and watched, her heart aching, fighting the urges to just dive straight in there and get Sunny out.
Suddenly, the door of the abandoned building opened, and a face peeked out, looking up towards the roof of the various buildings. Shells was glad she’d leant a few bodies against available walls to try and keep the surprise a little longer. The door opened wider, and Shells’ eyes strained to try and see further inside than she possibly could, but she still counted another 10 coming out, including one werewolf, the bearded man.
Her eyes narrowed, as she tracked where the bearded man was heading. She had to stay downwind, give him no chance of raising the alarm.
The sky being dark enough, Shells took the risk and transformed into bats to fly to the roof of the building the bearded man was heading and made her way down slowly, stealthily.
The lift pinged, and Shells ducked back into the shadows. The bearded man came out and walked a few steps before he stopped and sniffed. Shells burst out down the corridor towards him and smashed her elbow into his throat before the bearded man could react.
The bearded man stumbled back, coughing, and Shells pulled her hook knives out, moving swiftly, hooking underneath the chin of the bearded man and pulled him into the nearby wall. Her fangs bared, Shells hissed, “Where’s my girlfriend?”
The bearded man growled, and hair began to form on his face. Shells shook her head and the knife flashed crimson across his throat, the growl dying away just as suddenly as it arose.
Even more swiftly than before, Shells transformed into bats more often, stalking through the outer buildings dispatching the others, questioning them before either knocking them senseless or killing them outright, draining them of blood to replenish her energy.
More down, more to come. Shells did not think for a second that Boris would be stupid enough to dispatch more people to investigate. By now, Boris would think the silence from outside meant she was around.
Shells took a few moments to go through the unconscious humans, placing them close around the abandoned building in easily obtainable places. She knew she was taking a big risk and that she would probably need every bit of blood she could get. Grabbing the remaining one, she dragged it behind her on one of her hook knives, clinging onto the base of the skull at the back of the neck as she approached the building. She could hear cries from inside, and could only hope they couldn’t see the body she was dragging clearly.
The doors burst open and out sprang twenty fully changed werewolves, rushing directly for her, with humans following behind, but Shells was swifter. She sprang backwards, grabbed the automatic guns that she had placed on top of the human’s body, and pulled the triggers, bracing her body for the recoil.
Bullets sprayed everywhere, most of them peppering the exterior of the building, shattering windows and drilling holes through the walls but enough bullets found their targets, and as the guns began running out of bullets, Shells saw that only three werewolves were left standing, crouching behind cover. Her knives out, she moved in a blur and then there were two. Her eyes swivelled round to the others.
A claw raked through the air, and Shells barely dodged it, ducking down, her knives already carving open the werewolf’s stomach, the hooks dragging out the entrails.
She winced as her back was slashed open, but if the werewolf behind her thought that would be enough to slow her down, she soon showed how wrong he was.
Shells walked over to the body of the human and bit deep, her back healing as she drank. Replenished, Shells grabbed a couple of bodies from their hiding places and threw them deep into the abandoned building, more in hope than anything else.
Transforming into bats, Shells flew up and entered the building via a upper storey window, rather than through the doors. She looked downward to the foyer, and she could see the bodies she’d threw in, but… There was no sign of Sunny. Or Boris.
“Sunny…” Shells whimpered, “Where are you?”
Movement. Shells transformed into bats and flew down the upper corridor, flocking around the werewolf biting, wherever they found grips, batting their wings into his face, and the werewolf was soon down. Shells reformed herself and looked around. Her mental tally suggested that she’d dispatched of over sixty individuals. Surely there couldn’t be many left.
A fist cracked against her skull, and Shells flew over the rail, crashing heavily on the floor below, followed by a giant werewolf, who shrugged off a body from his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Shells’ eyes focused on the body.
“Sunny…” she gasped. Sunny had been drained of blood, similar to how it had been for Shells all those years back.
Shells looked back at the giant werewolf, and snarled, “I’ll make sure you pay for this, Boris!”
The werewolf looked at her and howled in pleasure, “You’re too weak, bloodsucker! I’ve drained you before and I’ll drain you again. But this time, I’ll break your bones apart!”
And Boris kicked out, his clawed foot tearing into Shells even as the impact drove her backwards out into the street. Boris following closely, not giving Shells time to recover.
Shells was slumped down, bleeding profusely from dozens of places, when Boris’ claws gripped themselves around Shells’ neck and raised her off the ground effortlessly. Shells struggled in vain against the grip.
“Pathetic weakling. You should’ve drank those bodies before coming up against me.”
Boris’ eyes narrowed, and he looked back.
Sunny stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing.
“Get. Away. From. My. Girl. Friend.” Sunny snarled, and burst into bats flying straight at Boris.
Boris stumbled back, dropping Shells and clawed at the air, shredding a few bats, but Sunny reformed and punched and kicked at Boris before forming into bats again and flying away from Boris’ murderous swipes.
Boris ran after Sunny, “I know you can’t keep doing this for long! You’re a new bloodsucker!”
Sunny reformed and smiled, “I don’t need to do it for long.”
Boris froze as a body sailed over his head and clattered at Sunny’s feet. He spun round.
Shells took out her hook knives and blurred as she slashed away at the giant werewolf. But Boris wasn’t like the others. He was a stronger, faster werewolf, and he was able – barely – to stave off most of Shells attack, even lashing out with his claws on occasions, causing Shells to duck back. That was when Sunny rejoined kicking at Boris’ leg, causing him to stumble, and Shells took the opportunity presented.
Panting heavily, Sunny and Shells looked at each other over Boris’ body before they ran to each other, tears coming to both of their eyes as they clung to each others, kissing deeply.
“Sunny…” Shells gasped, “You did it! You’d transformed!”
Sunny smiled, “Boris was going to kill you. I couldn’t let him do that. Just like I knew you wouldn’t let them kill me. They tried to break me, tell me you wouldn’t come. But I knew you would. We belongs to each other.”
She paused, then plunged on, “I love you, Shells.”
Shells beamed, “I love you too, Sunny. And I’m ready to tell you everything.”
Sunny’s face lit up as she pulled Shells into another kiss.