“The Body Snatcher”
First of all, my name is Veyna Bones and I’m a bodysnatcher. No, I don’t just take your body and do wily-nily things with it. I’m actually part wisp and part succubus, a perfect mutant who can literally copy a soul right down to its ethereal DNA. I’m also a private detective who is currently chasing down a vampire lord in a piece-of-crap, run-down building that’s about twenty-stories tall. Next to me, running on all fours, is my shapeshifting bff Grant. He can transform into anything as long as he gets a piece of DNA: hair, blood, etc. of whatever creature that suits his needs: currently, he was a black wolf with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. I stiffled a chuckle as we neared the vampire’s lair.
Upon reaching the stairs at the bottom, I looked at Grant. Giving me a nod, I then used my wispy-succubi powers and dissipated, before going “inside” him. Once there, I carefully touched his soul. With my succubus power, I took a little sip from the outer shell of his soul, granting me the ability to shapeshift. Then with my wisp power, I exited his body—like I had previously entered—and stood next to him once more. Feeling his power flow through me, I then transformed in a flame atronach: a being that was shaped like a human, but engulfed in flames; also a member of some Demonic family...
Ready for some serious ass-kicking, I motioned for Grant to enter first: he had better eyesight as a wolf and I’d rather not scare the vamps right away—I wanted to roast as many as possible for all the crimes they had committed and for all the rules they had broken. Not to mention interracial treaties between the various families. They were lucky I hadn’t chosen to be something worse than a flame atronach...
While I was standing outside, Grant went in first: I could see him sniffing around some of the darkest places on the ground floor, before grunting and letting me know it was safe so far. Entering, I was careful not to light anything on fire by accident. The building was already a mess to begin with and I definitely didn’t want it to collapse on top of us while we were hunting for this particular coven. So levitating carefully through the doorway, we went towards the back where a staircase was positioned. Following our routine, Grant went ahead of me again, checking the floorboards and making sure they were safe enough to cross. I don’t really know why he did that, since I was levitating in this form anyway, but maybe it was part of his habit.
We made it up about fifteen-stories before seeing any movement. As we reached the landing on the fifteenth floor, I saw a few fledgling vampires staring at me with blood-red eyes. Eyes that clearly stated: “I’m hungry.” I smiled at one such fledgling—who was perched on the railing of the staircase in front of me—before raising an arm and hurling a bright-orange ball of fiery death. The fledgling dodged, but in doing so, he knocked another one of his coven off the staircase; the other hissed in anger before they quickly shifted to smoke—avoiding a very long fall to the bottom.
“Move,” I told the newbie. “Before I roast you.”
“No.” He hissed, altering his stance on the railing. “You shall not pass.”
“Who are you? Gandalf?” I laughed then shook my head. “Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.”
The vampire looked at me like he was dumbstruck. Has he never seen any of the “Lord of the Rings” movies? How could he not get the reference? Shaking my head at the disbelief, I raised my arm again, ready to hurl more fireballs. “Just move already.”
“Fine, have it your way then.” I replied, chucking a fireball in the noobs direction. He dodged again, but I was ready for it this time: I raised my other arm and hurled a second ball and caught him by surprise. It was fun watching him writhe in agony as he started to turn to ash. “One down, twenty-nine to go.”
Walking past the smoldering pile of ashes, I continued going up, killing both fledglings and full-fledged vampires. I even saw a couple of hybrids as well, but they weren’t a match for mine and Grant’s teamwork. We kept turning people into dust until finally reaching the twentieth floor, or what was left of it. Should’ve just said it was a roof since the floor didn’t have a ceiling anymore. It was also where the vampire lord and his second-in-command stood waiting for us. Behind them were some mysterious-looking bikes: both shaped like Harley-Davidson “Deluxes” from the Softail family. One was black, the other red.
“Greetings Veyna, Grant.” The vampire lord said, his short-blonde hair waving in the cool, night breeze. His second-in-command, a woman with long-red hair, flinched at the sound of our names.
That’s right, I thought, we put the fear of God into our enemies...
“Hello Alistair,” I reply. “Having a good evening?”
“No, not really, but that’s because you’re here. You’re always such a party-crasher aren’t you?”
“Hmm..only if it involves lots of dead bodies drained of blood.” I answer, floating closer towards him. His second, seeing my advance, starts to unsheathe her sword. Before she can though, he places his hand on hers: forcing her to let go of her weapon. I’m ten-feet away from him before he speaks again.
“They deserved to die. They killed twenty members of my coven, I only killed ten of their pack.” Then, waving a hand in the air, “Those werewolves don’t know when to quit. We practically fight every weekend. What’s so different this time around?”
“Well, for one, no one died in your previous conflicts and two: you killed the pack leader’s second-in-command this time. I’m sure you’d feel the same way if your second died.” Raising a hand, I showed them the power I currently weilded, and aimed it towards the woman. “Am I right?”
With a sigh, “Yes, I understand.” Alistair said, looking at his second. “I will atone for my sins then, but only if you can catch us.”
Without any warning, the vampires dash towards the motorcycles. Too slow, I missed them with my fireballs, before they took off into the night. In the distance, I could see them flying through the night sky. Only the headlights of the bikes were visible.
Grant looks at me with his silly wolf face; clearly disappointed. I was disappointed too, not because they got away—they would be easy to track down again—but because they had gotten away on custom-made motorcycles that could fly due to the magic imbued into the metal. Yep, I was really disappointed.