Broken RagDoll

The Knight of the Night

It was close to midnight. BJ stood by the window in his room. He took his necklace off and placed it on the bed side counter. He starred up at the moon and sighed.

He walked up the long creaky stair case and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Cammy standing at the top of the stairs. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”
“Don’t kid yourself.” she signaled him to her room.

She sat on her bed as he walked over to her make mirror. No reflection. “You know,” he snickered, “she said I look different.”
“Oh?”
“I wouldn’t even know. Its not like I can see myself…” he looked over at Cammy who had no remorse on her face. “What do we do about her?”
She got up and walked passed him starring at the moon, “I’m not sure. They weren’t telling her complete lies, but she’s too loyal for her own good.” she closed the curtains and turned herself towards BJ. “Where’s your pendant?” an sharp edge was in her voice.
“There’s no sun out. I don’t need it.”
“But doesn’t it stop you from feeding as well?”
“Yeah,” he cracked his knuckles, “and I’m starving.”
“Don’t look at me like that,” she smacked his shoulder, “I’ll tear you apart.” she stuck out her tongue. “Going to the blood bank?”
“Yeah…” he was ashamed for stealing donated blood, but it was a much better choice then hunting down some poor sucker in the middle of the street. As far as they knew BJ was the only vampire in the town and that’s how he wanted to keep it. “Tony and Candy are working grave yard tonight. I’ll be back before dawn.

The streets were dark. The back alley to the blood donor building was even darker. He knocked three times on the door and whistled a sweet tune. His little code to let them know it was him. A tall bald man opened the door. He could pass as a freak circus performer no problem with all those tattoos and piercings. “Sup bro?”
“Sup Tony.” they exchange head nods before BJ walked in. Everyday people donate blood to the blood bank to try to save lives, ironically the building is connected to the town morgue. Tony as far as BJ knew was just a pasty scary looking guy that worked in the morgue. Just a regular scary looking human.
“Hey BJ!” a slender pasty hand waved from the back room.
“Hey Candy,” the room was dark and BJ didn’t see the box in front of him and stubbed his toe, “Ouch.” Tony let out a chuckle.
“Sorry man,” he turned on the light, “we’re just so used to working in these conditions we never bother to turn on the lights.
“Speak for yourself. I don’t know how the hell we’re suppose to prep these bodies in the dark.” Candy came from the back with a fresh frozen bag of blood. His gaze became fixed itself to the bag. The thirst took over. He couldn’t hear anything and couldn’t see anything else. “Sit boy.” Tony pulled up a chair. He was too fixed on the bag to care. “I said sit!” she put the bag behind her back and gave him a stare.
“I’m not a dog you know.” he sat down and rolled his eyes. Candy stabbed her nail through the plastic making a small hole before handing it over. He gorged himself to a mess. Blood was all over his face and his shirt. He drained the bag dry. Tony stood by and watched in amaze. Everything was quiet, but nothing is ever awkward or new.

BJ wiped his face off on his hoodie sleeve as he opened the back door to leave.
“BJ catch.” Candy threw a fresh chilled bag of blood at him. “One bag a night isn’t doing you any good. I don’t care what the sage said about that pendant. Eventually the thirst is going to take over you pendant or not. And I don’t want my sister to be near you when that happens.” His heart stopped beating years ago, yet he still felt it break at the thought of harming Bunny. He nodded in gratitude and left.

On his way home he heard a blood tingling cry for help. It was a hooker running from a car speeding down the street. She slipped on some black ice and fell face first onto the road. She attempted to get up but kept slipping and falling from the panic. The car sped up and was aiming to run her over. BJ threw himself in front of her, pulling her head in close to his chest with his back against the car. Seconds later he looks down at the prostitute. She was young, maybe 16/17…. the same age as his sister. The same sister he hasn’t seen since he left. His sisters face flashed in front of him, “Cassy?!”
The hooker looked up at him with fear driven into her eyes. “N-no. I’m Crystal. Are you…. ok?” he looked up and around him. The car trying to run her over was completely totaled on the side of the road. The man in the back opened the door and struggled to crawl out. He pulled out a gun and shot at them. Again BJ shielded the prostitute from the dangers.

“Why won’t you die?!” the white collar man shouted in frustration when his gun ran out of bullets.
BJ could feel it, the thirst, the anger… the change. He calmly took off his hoodie and draped it over the girl. He doesn’t look at her when he speaks, “put the hood on and cover your ear. Don’t turn around. Understand?” there was a slight growl in his voice. She doesn’t speak she just nods and curls up in a ball.
“What are you going to do pretty boy? Do you know who I am?” the man struggled to get up.
“I know EXACTLY who you are,” they make eye contact and the man freezes in fear. “you’re that disgusting Dragon running the town businesses down to the ground.” he picked up the balding fat man by his neck. “On top of that you like young girls eh? So how does it feel to be the bitch about to see his life shatter in front of him?”
“What the fuck are you…?” BJ could feel his pulse throbbing between his fingers. He looked so juicy and tender. The thirst had taken over. Within seconds he found his teeth inches deep in the neck of a once powerful man. He didn’t stop. BJ drained the man dry.
He ripped the napkin out of the dead man’s suit and wiped his face. The thirst had past and the pain started to break through the conscious rationality.

He collapsed while walking towards the hooker. She ran over and rolled him over so his head was on her lap. He thought it was raining, but it was really her tears falling on his face. Cassy’s face flashed before him once again and he couldn’t help but reach up to wipe her tears off her cheek. “Cas… relax. I’m invisible remember? That’s what big brothers are…” everything went black.

He woke up to a car honking at him. “Hey man! Are you crazy? Get off the road!” BJ got up and looked at his watched. On hour before dawn and he wasn’t wearing his pendant. Quickly he ran back to the Victorian house.
The sun was peaking through the trees of the forest behind their house. He pushed the door open and collapsed in front of the stair well making a loud thud. I made it… he laid there for a few moments rationalizing if that night actually happened. Then he realized, he didn’t have the blood bag with him. “Shit!” he ran into his room, but was paralyzed by the pain. The lead bullets were still deep in his back. There wasn’t much he could do until Cammy woke up, so he just laid in bed waiting. The sun creeped through the cracks of his drapes on the sides of the window. Slowly slowly he began to fall in a deep sleep, with the sound of Cassy’s cheerful laughter in his mind.

The beginning.

It was snowing when Coco arrived in Verdane. She stepped out of the taxi to look up upon a three story Victorian building. “It use to be a brothel back in the old days..” the taxi driver said while unloading her bags from the trunk. Coco grabbed her suitcase from the taxi driver looking at him with a broken heart. He was old, maybe not as old as his scruffy face made him look. He was definitely brittle as could be. Probably pulling extra shifts to make sure his family survives that winter. His fingerless gloves revealed the dirt under his fingers and his unclipped yellow nails. She looked down and wondered if there was a hole in his sock to match his tattered outfit. Coco broke herself out of her trance and paid the man what she owed him.

“Hey!” someone shouted from the house as she was picking up her suitcase. She turned around and saw BJ, her god-brother. “Why didn’t you call me?” he wrapped his muscular arms around her. His thick wool sweater was warm against her neck, but itched the back of head. “I thought I was going to pick you up.”
“Oh I figured I’d surprise you guys!” he leaned over and grabbed her suitcase and put his other arm around her.
“Come on,” they began walking towards the stair way, “the least I can do is make you some hot chocolate.”

She sat in the kitchen looking around. The exterior of the house was completely misleading. The inside interior was completely modernized. Stainless steal kitchen lined with a marble top counter. “You like it? I renovated it last year.” BJ put a mug of hot chocolate in front of her. She sipped slowly trying not to burn her lips.
“You look so different.” he really did. The last time they saw each other he was a total punk. Piercings from left to right, blue spiked up hair, and possibly eye liner. Now he stood in front of her in a turtle neck, an eye brow and left ear piercing, in jeans and converse. “What happened?!”
BJ chuckled as he took a seat adjacent from her. “Bunny happened.”
“You got a pet?” she said excitedly.
“No,” he face palmed himself, “don’t you remember my girlfriend Rachelle?”
“Oh! Yes.”
“We call her Bunny.”
“Kinky role-play?”
“…What? No!”
She snickered and took a sip of her hot chocolate, “Sure…” the front door opened and Coco swung her head around to the opening of the kitchen.
“BJ I need either you or Danny to put my snow tires on. I nearly died today,” a tall, well built, girl bundled from head to toe stood in the door of the kitchen starring at Coco. “Holy crap.” she dropped her gloves on the counter and sped towards Coco.
“Hi Cammy.” Coco got up and threw her arms around her childhood friend. Cammy was BJ’s blood cousin, but due to family issues that forced Cammy out of the house BJ bought an old house far from home so neither of them would have to live through the lies and the fake faces.
Cammy put both her hands on Coco’s face, “Look at you! Its been-“
“3 years.” BJ interrupted.
Cammy shot him an irritated look, “So… are you staying for good?”
Coco shook her head. “I’m sick and tired of them trying to convince me that what happened was your fault and that BJ is just trying to cover up the truth.” everything went quiet, but it was never awkward. Cammy just wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tight.

“Ready? Are you ready??!!” BJ stood in front of the bed room door. Coco looked down the hall and wondered who would need so many rooms then remembered it was a brothel. She shuttered at the thought of what happened behind those closed doors, but was re-ensured that BJ made sure to clean up the rooms during renovations.
“Just shut up and show her the room.” Cammy stood on the other side of the hall with her arms crossed. BJ shot her a smart-ass smirk. She replied with an eye roll. He opened the door and a burst of light shot through the door putting her in a momentary daze. The room was huge, with a giant window with a view of the backyard. Across from the window against the wall was a queen sized bed covered in sky blue bed sheets and cushions.
“It’s so… cozy!” a grin found itself across Coco’s face. It’s been so long since she has actually felt at home.
“I remembered how much you like blue. And you’re lucky, this is the number 1 whore’s room. So it comes with its own washroom.” BJ pointed to the other side of the room on the far right where there was a sliding door that lead to the washroom. She gave him a worried look and he laughed. “New washroom, new floors, new room pretty much. No traces of ‘whore’ here. And as far as I know no one died in here so relax!” he smacked her in the butt pushing her into the room, “get your stuff settled, we’re taking you out for dinner. I’ll show you why I fell in love with Verdane.” he winked and licked his lips. She didn’t think much of it but Cammy seemed offended as she smacked him on the shoulder.

After an authentic Verdanian dinner the three of them called it a night. Cammy gave her one last squeeze before bed, “I’m just down the hall. You can’t miss my room it has a giant painting of a wolf beside it. And BJ’s room is downstairs beside the front door… If you decide to go downstairs for some water and you hear some weird noises, i’d advice you not to bother him.”
Coco’s eye twitched and a look of disgust fell upon her face. “Um… ew?”
“I wasn’t talking about tha-” she stopped short. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I said too. Anyways! Off to bed. Hugs hugs kiss kiss.” Cammy rushed Coco into bed and left in a slight hurry.
“Good night..?”

It wasn’t long until Coco fell asleep. It was like sleeping on a cloud. She woke up minutes before dawn to a thud downstairs, but assumed it was just BJ.

Just a taste

Note: Just a quick passage of part of my new story, RagDoll, hope you guys like it :)

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I woke up to an alarming sound of someone whimpering in the next room. Should I go check it out? What if I’m walking into an awkward situation? Oh hell I’ll just go. I jumped out of bed, threw on my robe and headed towards the hall. My heart froze as I heard Cammy walking down the hall towards the room next to me. It was Candy crying.

Its been a year now since the accident. Chipp never saw the semi coming spinning out of control down the slipper roads covered in black ice. He had no chance. I stood in my doorway listening in to the cries and Cammy’s warm voice.

“Hey what’s up?”
“Have you heard from Kiwi?” Candy hesitated to spit out.
“Yeah,” Cammy reassured, “she called me this morning around 8 before she left. She’s just going skiing for the day. Now tell me what’s really wrong.”
“That’s exactly what’s wrong.”
“You said you didn’t want to go skiing this year… not today anyways.”
“No I mean—” The phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“I’ll get it!” I rushed down the hall passed the room to avoid eye contact. I quickly snatched the phone before that annoying loud ringing could ring a third time, “Hello?”
“Uh yes, is this the Smith residence?”
“Depends who you’re looking for..?”
“A ms. Kiwi Smith.”
“Oh god…” I rolled my eyes, “what’d she do this time…?”
“There’s been a terrible accident. And we could only recover three bodies and one ID. We need someone to identify her body.” it was as if time had froze. I could hear the man on the other side saying ‘hello? hello? hello miss?’ but I didn’t realize how long I’d been standing there in pure shock until Cammy grabbed the phone from me.
“Yes hello?” her voice was strong but her face was as pale as a ghost. “I’ll be down there in less than an hour.” she hung up the phone and grabbed my hand, “I need you to take care of Candy while I’m gone. She had a vision again.”

Candy’s family were a group of necromancer gypsies. But for some reason only Axel has been able to bring back life. Candy only see’s death happen. I slowly shuffled to her room. My arms shaking from the adrenaline. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with the sunlight shining through the window. She looked absolutely beautiful with her pale white skin and her raven dark hair. She’s always been the prettiest albino I’ve ever seen.

“You saw this didn’t you?” I leaned against the door scared to move.
“I did… first my fiance… now my best friend…” tears started to drip down her face, reflecting the light from the window. It was almost like she was crying diamonds.
“So now what..?”
“We wait for Cammy’s call.”