The Villain Complex

Insane

Chapter Eight: Insane 

Velmaior and Catherine finally emerged from the sea of people after about fifteen minutes of treading through the crowds. "That toke longer than I had hoped." Catherine sighed, patting her off in an attempt to get the artificial skin off her fine, purple, dress suit. "Yeah." Velmaior snickered, amused by her behavior as he ran his tongue over his smooth fangs. "Hopefully this Ridley-character is still awake." He shrugged, slicking his oily, night back hair back behind his ears. Catherine sighed, her eyes scanning around this strange new area. "I've never been here before." She remarked, looking around at the low-grade, spray painted houses surrounding them, the cold and dry air causing her to shiver. 

"It's understandable why you wouldn't. This is the Abuolie Zone." He explained, sniffing softly for the smell of blood in the air, strangely enough, there was none. "It's the its a Sub-Section in the area of the middle zone that transitions between the Lower-City and Middle-City." Catherine nodded, her eyes drifting to a strange and alien-like message written crudely in graffiti at the side of an old and abandoned home

"היט דיין צוריק. האַלטן אַלייז נאָענט"



"Hey, Vel," She placed her soft hand on his cold shoulder. "Look at that." She pointed to the alien-like writing. "Oh," He squinted his eyes, wondering how she could possible see in this darkness, even though the reflection of the pure moon was shining like a flashlight on them. "Come on." Catherine gestured, not even bothering to glance back at him as she stomped over to the house where the strange text was. She wasn't in the mood for games, that is, if this was actually one. Velmaior huffed and walked followed her, grudgingly. This place seemed off, almost too unnatural to exist. He sniffed the air once more, his head cocking back. Maybe all these thousand years where taking their toll on his once acute sense, maybe it was the deadly pollution that clouded Vergessene Stadt on a daily bases. "Hey... Cat," he turned to look at her, his eyes revealing all the stress and anxiety he futilely tried to cover up under his cool demeanor.

"Yes, Vel?" She asked, her now gloved fingers scanning over the text. Her eyes locked on the text, nothing could distract her now. "I can't take this anymore -- Agh!" Vel let out an unearthly scream of frustration; his disability to smell was getting to his head. It was driving him insane. "Ciouin Velmaior!" Catherine toke no hesitation in rebuking him and spun violently around. "Listen," she growled, seizing the half-insane vampire and locking her determined eyes on his crazed eyes. "I know you can't take this, but you are an adult." She shoved her fingernails into his neck, trying to control him. This wasn't the first time she had seen him become insane like this, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

He feverishly thrashed to get out, her fingernails only jabbing him and causing him more pain. Catherine grunted, her nostrils flared with apparent anger, her eyes having an almost scarlet red glow and blood from his neck glazing her fingers. They glared lifelessly into each other's eyes for what felt like 500 years, their minds in a battle of wits. "What was that?” She gasped, her attention darting to an enormous, untamed bush a few feet on side of them. "Agh." Velmaior breathlessly screamed, flailing his head around until his neck was detached from her cold fingers. "Wh-Why'd you do that to me, Cat!?" Velmaior asked, his breathless as he fought for air. His eyes blood shot and strained as he feverishly re-scanned his surrounding, in a feeble attempt at recomposing himself. 

"Shh..." She tokes no time in hushing the injured vampire, her index finger over her lips. "What do you hear, Cat?" He questioned, squinting his eyes as he looked about. Maybe he was getting old, because usually he could see and smell really good. Well, he wasn't that great at using those two senses, but he didn't remember being these handicapped. Catherine sniffed the air. "I smell a rat..." Velmaior snorted. "That’s it? That's all?" He questioned, inspecting the run-down and abandoned-looking homes that surrounded them in a half circle. Catherine gasped softly as she heard the noise again, this time it was a bit louder than before. "Wait here.." She ordered. "What? No!" Velmaior huffed, grabbing her shoulder right before she could dash away to the source of the noise. "What is it, Vel?" She snarled, her eyes restless. "If you go. I go." He stated, his voice loyal and firm. She let out an annoyed huff. Why did he always insist on doing this? Yes, she was younger than him, but she was strong enough to handle on her own. She had always been. "Vel," She glared coldly at him, though she knew he couldn't see it. "I'm fine." She growled, striking his hand away. "Touchy...." He huffed, slightly pouting as he crossed his arms. "Shut up, and stay here." She commanded, grunting and raced off to the source. Velmaior sighed, hearing her beastly howling in the distance. "Don't kill it, Cat..." He sighed to himself, kicking a stray can he had found.