Chapter 5 Discoveries And Flashbacks

30 years ago

“Mama, come and see my piture I drawd.” She smiled at her mama sitting in the chair.

Her mama looked up from her book and smiled at her, “What are you drawing Vivianne?”

“You mama.” Her mama laughed and set the book down, then got up and walked over to her, where she sat at her pink princess table with the pink princess chairs.

She bent over looking at the drawing, “Oh, sweetheart, that is so pretty. I love your drawing. We'll have to put it up on the refrigerator so I can see it all the time.”

She smiled as her mama bent over and kissed her head, and then turned to go back to her chair. She swung her feet and hummed to herself as she started drawing again. 

Suddenly there's the sound of breaking glass and a body dressed in black lands on the floor, having broken through the glass patio door. 

Vivianne screams and yells for her mama. Then her mama is there scooping her up and running for the front door. As Vivianne looks over her mama's shoulder the man stands up, and he smiles at her. He has fangs.

Present Day 

I pull myself away from that memory. Discovering that I believe this man isn't human, and is in fact, a vampire, had triggered that memory. 

What happened that night has given me a deep-seated hatred for vampires. However, right now my life is dependent on fixing this one. I shake myself out of the sadness that memory caused and return to working on the patient.

Now his strange anomalies make sense. Perhaps Whyatt Earp over there didn't see my reaction and he won't realize I know, as that has the potential to be very bad. So, for now, I just need to concentrate on what I’m doing, keeping my shit together, and figuring shit out. 

I concentrate on saving him and putting him back together. Right now nothing else exists. Just like I do when I operate on anyone, I focus, I concentrate, and I block out everything outside of what I’m doing right at that moment. When I made the last stitch piecing him back together, and applied the antibiotic ointment as much as possible, then bandaged everything, I sat up, groaning as my aching back protested. 

I look over at him judging his condition. He hasn’t moved so he still appears comatose. I check his eyes, and again I see the hyper-reactivity to the pen light, although I understand it now. I notice he has a lot of scars littering his chest. I didn’t honestly know that vampires could even scar, but I guess they can. I wonder about his abnormal reaction to that bullet I had removed, but I decide I might look into the possible causes later, right now, as long as he’s alive, that is all that matters. As long as he’s alive, I'm alive, so win-win.

“Are you finally done? I hear you groaning over there as if you were an old woman. Should I fetch you a cane?” He was very blatant in his disdain of me, although I had no idea why.

“No, thanks though, Whyatt Earp, so, now, we just wait for him to wake up or whatever. You know you might want to get my phone, people will be calling and looking for me, and if they don’t hear from me, that could cause issues you know. Just saying.” I sneer at him over my shoulder.

There’s another man not too far away from him. He’s menacing just by his size. He’s probably the one who had me flung over his shoulder, I never saw him after he sat me down. His look isn’t disdain, nope, his is pure hate.

“Now that she has fixed our Liege, we should dispose of her Marcus.” Ah, so his name was Marcus, not that I cared, Whyatt Earp seemed to fit rather well.

“Listen here Igor, he’s not out of the woods yet, and I just saved your Liege’s ass, so how about you back the fuck off me,” I growled out. 

He took a menacing step forward, but the other one, Marcus, held up his hand, “We shall wait and see what our Liege orders, Omar, and not be hasty in our decisions.” He didn’t like it but Omar, as that was apparently his name, backed up against the wall and just glared at me. 

I removed my gloves, and dug in the first aid kit beside me and downed another glucose powder, not honestly sure how long it had been since I’d eaten anything. I was startled when a bottle of water was handed to me, I looked up at Marcus and took it. 

“Just so we are clear, remember I did warn you about doing this shit in this environment. So, if he gets an infection and dies, you can’t blame me for that. I pieced him back together and removed the remaining bullet.” Marcus eyed me but said nothing.

I once again checked over my “patient” and didn’t notice any immediate changes, not that I really expected any. I continued my perusal from before, noticing along with scars on his chest, he had a strange-shaped one, almost like a crescent, right over his left eyebrow. I momentarily wondered what could have caused that one. I noticed a few others on his face, like perhaps he’d had some reconstruction at one point in time. Of course, if he had people trying to shoot and eviscerate him, who knows how many other injuries he’s sustained? That is really none of my business. I just wanted to get this over and done with so I could get the fuck out of here.  

Damn, but I was tired, this was most assuredly not the relaxing vacation I had been ordered to take to “rest” and “recouperate” as Dr. Martin had stated it. I shook my head and decided I needed to get up and move around. 

I got myself up off the floor and turned to speak to Marcus, but right as I turned and caught his eye, the world went dark.