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Carmilla And The Undead - Part 5
By Lee Cushing
Saturday, January 15, 2011

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“Miss Eltham.”
The familiar voice made her freeze, her fingers holding the key halfway to the lock on the door as she began to turn.
Steven returned her gaze as she turned to face him standing right behind her, “Is anything wrong?”


Jill turned back towards the door and finished pushing the key into the lock, turning it rapidly.
        Pushing the door open, she stepped inside quickly before glancing back.
        Steven had moved closer to the door, “It’s cold out here and I could use a cuppa, if that’s okay.”
        “I can’t tonight, I’ve still got a lot of research to do with these disappearances.” Hesitating for a moment too long, Jill began to close the front door.
        Placing his hand on the door to stop her closing it, Steven easily pushed it back open and took a few steps inside the flat, pushing the door shut behind him. “You were not supposed to survive and when sweet Melissa didn’t come back after killing you. I knew that something had gone wrong and I’m guessing my darling Barbara had something to do with it.”
        Catching her by the wrist when she abruptly tried to run, Steven pulled her back and grasped the back of her hair, before smashing her face into the wall. “How much has Barbara told you?”
        Given enough freedom to turn to face him, Jill felt the blood streaming from her nose, hoping the sight of it wouldn’t drive him into a desire to rip her throat out. “I saw enough.”
        Steven smiled, allowing his fangs to become visible in front of her terrified eyes. “Barbara actually showed you one of the containment facilities, didn’t think she’d go that far.”
        He gripped her by the throat when the hammering on the front door began, “I better kill you before we get interrupted.”
        Trying to grab the telephone on a table just within reach, Jill swung it against the side of Steven’s face, his hand releasing her when the attack surprised him.
        Dashing for the front door, Jill’s fingers were inches from the lock when Steven grabbed her by the hair and began to yank her back.
        With one desperate lunge, she managed to turn the latch before she was pulled away. Screaming, she was slammed into the wall again.
        Pushing the door open, Trevor rushed at Steven, the impact forcing him to release his hold on Jill. Trying to pin Steven against the carpet, he began to draw a machete from inside his coat.
        Managing to push Trevor away, Steven scrambled to his feet, ducking as the machete was swung over his head.
        Diving for Steven’s legs, Trevor forced him down, his face landing in the snow outside the open door.
        Rushing forward, he slammed the machete down onto the back of Steven’s neck, severing the head cleanly.
        Looking up to make sure no one was watching, he grabbed the head and pulled the body back inside, leaving a pool of blood covering the snow outside as he closed the front door.
        Glancing back at Jill, he slipped the machete back under his coat. “You okay? You weren’t bitten?”
        “I’m fine.” She shook her head, trying not to look at the headless corpse on her carpet.  “He came here to kill me, just because I know about him and those other things.”
        Trevor nodded, “That’s the risk we live with every day and that’s why we fight back.”
        “God, my terminal.” She looked at him, seeing the confusion on his face. “At work. It’s got everything I dug on you and the band, if something else started looking into it. I have to get rid of it, all of it.”
        Grabbing her arm as she stepped over Steven’s body and headed to the front door, Trevor pressed his hand against the door to stop her opening it.  “There could be more of them out there and this can wait until morning.”
        “It can’t.” Jill opened the door, “All the terminals at the paper are linked, anyone can access all that research I’ve done.”
        She was out through the door without giving a chance to say anything else, hurrying towards her car.
Driving into the parking structure, Jill selected one of the many empty spaces and parked.
        Getting out quickly, she headed straight for the elevator. Stepping inside when the doors opened, she pressed the button and began waiting as the elevator began rising.
        Exiting when the doors slid open, she headed through the darkness towards the desk and reached out to turn her terminal on, stopping when she saw the light coming from under the door of Lee’s office.
        Approaching the door, she touched the handle and pulled her hand at the feel of the wetness covering it.
        Looking at the blood on her palm, she rushed through into the office and stopped when she saw Lee’s body sitting in his chair, a large gash on the side of his throat.
        Backing away slowly, she turned when she heard laughter coming from somewhere in the darkness. Taking slow steps in the direction of the elevator, she heard footsteps on the floor behind her.
        Jill forced herself to turn.
        She froze when she saw the silhouette of a woman standing at the far end of the space between the rows of desks.
        The woman turned on the lamp on one of the desks, exposing her features.
        Running as soon as she saw the fangs between the woman’s lips, Jill slammed against the doors of the elevators and began frantically pressing the button.
        She screamed when the doors opened, making the Strigoi feeding from the throat of a security guard turn to face her.
        Dashing towards the door leading to the stairs, Jill flung it open and began racing down the steps, only stopping when she reached the ground floor.
        Pushing her way through the door, she rushed towards the lobby. Turning the corner to see the doors leading outside at the far end of the corridor, she stopped moving when she saw all the unfamiliar faces between her and the way out.
        She ran for the door to the basement, she was in full view during the moments it took her to disappear through.
        Descending the concrete steps quickly, she began running along the row of dust covered shelves, making for a metal door at the far end.
        Halfway towards the door, she heard them on the concrete steps and almost falling when she glanced back, the sight of three of them coming down into the basement encouraging her to continue running.
        Racing through the doorway, she started to push the metal door shut, using all her strength to try closing it before they reached her.
        The door almost completely closed, Jill nearly jumped back as an arm pushed through the gap, clawing wildly in an effort to reach her.

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