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ag sorry Bill, but I just cant resist her. I mean a Nitz story just below! I HAD to let her win.
Sat Sep 11, 2004 at 02:53:47 am EDT
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Children of the Night #2. Nitz the Tasty
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The dance hall is pumping with music. Teenagers from all over Paradopolis and GothemMetropolis are rocking out.
The siren sounds of Henrietta Dufie is blaring in the speakers while kids move their bodies in weird ways.
No one bothers to notice the two children as they pass through the crowd.
Roland is jiggling with the music.
“Brother you look very foolish. Just what are you doing?” Annabelle asks as he shakes his groove thing.
“Sister! This music is entrancing! The mortal’s rhythm is so powerful, catchy and up beat!”
“Brother come to your senses! The ‘music’ is noise! It’s nothing like our music! Brahms, Beethoven, Mozart! Remember them?”
“How can I forget them? That’s all we play. I know their melodies so well I can play them in my sleep! Maybe it’s time we learned something new.”
“Enough of this! These blaring sounds and flashing lights are too much for me! I’m leaving and I suggest you do too.” With that she turns on her heals and heads for the front door. He follows along, looking disappointed.
The bouncer eyes them as they pass.
“Cant find yo’ mama?” he asks.
She stops, still looking ahead. Roland starts to speak to her, “Annabelle, don’t!”
She turns slowly to look at the bouncer. Her eyes gleam red. “Tread carefully mortal. This place annoys me. You would do well not to push my temper and cause me to tarry within these horrid walls.”
He shuts up and looks away, trying not to keep eye contact.
They exit into the cool, refreshing night.
“Ahhh! This is so much better! Why in Nosfseratu’s name did you drag me in there brother?”
“You know I’ve always liked to check up on the mortal’s clubs. This one intrigued me.”
“I wont tell you what to do with your free time but I am never setting one wing tip in there again.”
They were standing outside of Sparkles, a new 15-19 aged dance club. Since they look 12 and 8 years of age Roland snuck them pass the bouncers via his mesmerizing skills.
Sparkles is at the outskirts of Shelton, right next to the warehouse district that lies between Shelton and the Seedytown docks in Paradopolis.
They turn to bats and take to the air, soaring above the various dark warehouses. Once in awhile they spy one all lit up as night workers unload their cargo from the near by docks.

“Smell that?” she asks him. “Oh wondrous! That smells delicious! Let’s go check it out!”
They zoom towards a warehouse and into its darkness. They see a man dressed in crimson with a strange metal mask fighting off a glowing night watchman. The night watchman is bleeding from where he was apparently hit with the other man’s weapon.
They hang from the dark beams above, two little bats watching with their red eyes.
“There! The blood from those two smells so inviting. Shame we cant feed from them. What do you suppose is going on?”
“Shh brother! Let’s watch!”
“So you call yourself Nitz the Bloody huh? Well let’s make that title true then!” The night watchman shoots out pulses of glowing energy randomly. It rips the floor, the ground and the ceiling.
Nitz shouts, “Sheildeku!” and the blasts bounce off his shield. A piece of shrapnel grazes his arm. “GAA!”
“With the Drak Zeku the boss gave me I can accomplish anything! Give up little hero!” he sends out more energy which hits Nitz even harder. The high priest of Zeku falls to the ground, getting even more cuts.
“I swear brother, all that blood on the two of them makes me positively woozy! Well we know the rules well enough. Lets just leave and… brother? Roland!”
Roland swoops down, turns into his human shape and rips up a piece of metal. He swings it with strength that seems impossible for a child of only twelve.
Nitz was about to pass out when the little boy jumped in front of him and swung the big piece of metal. It knocked the night watchman to the ground, hard.
“Cleanseeku!” Nitz shouts as the silent night watchman’s body is wracked with energy.
Annabelle glides down and checks the man’s pulse. “Roland, you did it again. He’s dead.”
“Who are you kids? What’s going on?” Nitz asked.
She spins on her heals and approaches Nitz. He involuntarily takes a step back, “Hello. I’m Annabelle and this is my brother Roland.”
Roland nods.
“We were passing by and... became aware of your trials. My brother thought he would help out a little.” She’s next to Nitz, walking around him. For some reason Nitz just watches her, transfixed. She moves her finger through the blood dripping off of Nitz’s arm, “You call yourself Nitz the Bloody huh?” She places her little finger into her mouth, “Mmmm! Nitz the Tasty is more like it.”
“What? Huh?” Nitz breaks the spell, shocked at what’s going on. “You kids are creepy! Get away! REPELEKU!”
A blast of mystical Zeku energy repels Annabelle into a wall.
“WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” Roland snarls as he flies over to Nitz. He hits Nitz across the face, then jumps on him to pound him some more. “Leave my sister alone!”
“BURNEKU!” Nitz shouts as flames erupt around Roland’s young body. Roland turns to mist and the flames go out. Nitz gets up, instinctively swinging his club, “Vampire children? Well it’s not Drak Zeku but it’s still a menace!”
“Menace? We are here to help you mortal!” Roland reforms behind Nitz and is about the hit him when the high priest of Zeku swings his club, smacking Roland down.
Nitz raises his club one more time but Annabelle is right there kneeling over her brother, shielding him. Nitz is taken back by her face. It’s not that of a ruthless killer, but one of a frightened eight year old girl. “Please mortal! I didn’t mean to frighten you!”
“Who’s frightened?” Nitz lied.
“I was only playing! It’s my way. We are part of the Order of Righteous Vampires. We strive to co-exist with mortals and help them when possible. I would never really feed upon you! Please stop this senseless violence!”
“Well he started it.” Nitz found himself saying even before he realized how lame it was. He lowered the club, apprehensive it was still a trick. He was ready to shout a spell if needed but an attack never came.
Annabelle stood up, helping her brother stand, “Roland! I received what I deserved. I couldn’t help tasting him and he told me to back off. I didn’t remember my place.”
“Sister he hurt you and no matter what you say or do, I’ll ALWAYS protect you. It’s been my job for centuries and I’m not stopping now.” He glares at Nitz.
She ruffles his hair and looks to Nitz with a calming, friendly expression, “Brothers! Alright Nitz, I take it you’re the new high priest of Zeku the Order mentioned. I’m sorry for the confusion and the death of your enemy.”
Nitz looks at the dead body and replies, “Well I cleansed the Drak Zeku from him so he wouldn’t be able to kill anymore, but thanks for stopping him.”
“Don’t mention it. So if you no longer need our assistance we’ll be off into the night.”
“Annabelle, wait. Since that mortal is dead why don’t we feed off him? I’m very thirsty.”
She looks at Nitz, “Do you mind?”
“Uh no. Go ahead.” He replied uncomfortably.
They drink from his cuts until he’s drained.
“I still say you two are the creepiest kids I’ve ever seen.”
She looks up, her fangs red but not a drop is split and replies, “Thank you.”
Nitz doesn’t look at them as they finish but speaks up, “Look. The thing is, this guy actually was the point man for a bigger bad guy. He’s a dock manager who is all filled with Drak Zeku. He’s been organizing the illegal trade of children on the black market. I was trying to get through this nut job to get to him. I don’t suppose, if you two have nothing better to do, I mean…”
She’s already up and standing next to him without any sound or any apparent movement. Her eyes sweet and innocent, “You would like us to distract him while you lower the boom? I believe that can be arranged.”
“Healeku. Cleaneku.” Nitz says, healing his cuts and cleaning his costume. He just didn’t feel comfortable so close to a vampire with cuts all over his body.



The Dock Manager is fat, that can be of no question. He sits on a pile of crates, laughing a deep chuckle.
Two sets of red eyes glare from the shadows above.
“See him? The Drac Zeku has done a number on him. Those guys he has around him all have sub machine guns and aren’t afraid to use them. I was going to waltz in there with a simple shield spell and take them out, but I thought you might want to do it and save me the trouble.”
She grins with glee, “Ohhh! What fun! Tell me Bloody-Boy, are they all good people?”
“Huh?”
“Good people. That Zeku stuff just corrupts them temporarily, right? But when you take it away they’re just fine, decent folk. That’s true in this case, correct?”
“Well, usually. But not this time. The Dock Manager has always been corrupt and those guys with the guns are just hired killers.”
Annabelle and Roland share a look.
“Really? So they are the mean sort? Hehehe! This should be fun then!”
She turns to a bat, Roland follows her lead, and the two soar down to the darker parts of the shadows.
“Freaky.” Nitz says as he climbs down.
Two of the men are talking when she enters in front of them. She slumps down and starts to mock sniffle.
One nods to her direction. The other says “Hey little girl. You ok?”
He kneels in to her. She keeps her head down and says, in a sad, quiet voice, “I cant find my mama.”
“Bruno, leave her there. The boss wont like it.”
“Shh! We could sell her on the black market.” Bruno replies as he grabs hold of her cloak. He then bends down and says, “Come here little girl I’ll helpperrraaARRGHH!” She bites hard, sucking in all his blood.
Before his companion can do anything Roland is on him, draining his left essence as well.
It’s a horrific sight. The ten remaining men standing around the Dock Manager all look up and in every direction. The kids laugh as they soar down on them, going from one to the other, attacking the necks and draining the blood. They use their strength the over power the men, their invulnerability to resist the bullets and sometimes they even shape shift parts of their little bodies into mist for the bullets to fly through. Very quickly the sounds of firing bullets and the screams of evil men die out.
The Dock Manager watches as the little children walk purposefully towards him.
“What ARE you? You’re too small to be vampires!”
“Don’t be to sure mortal.” Roland replies with an evil look in his eyes.
“Brother, look at him! He’s become fat! I’ll just bet he’s juicy!”
“Leave me alone! I’ve got power to fend you off! I’m not afraid of you!”
“Cleanseeku!”
Pain wracks the Dock Manager’s body as the Drac Zeku is pulled out of him. He tumbles off the crates and lies on the hard floor breathing heavy.
Nitz steps out of the shadows, “Well that’s that. I’ll take him to the authorities.”
“Wait mortal.” Annabelle asks as she calmly prowls over to the tired, horrified Dock Manager. She is a strange mix of unearthly predator and innocent child.
“So Mr. Dock Manager, do you have a name?” she leans on his girth totally relaxed. She smiles up at him. Nitz looks at Roland with a questioning glance. He just shrugs.
“Phil Goldman little …girl?” Phil responds, quite scared.
“Yes, Phil. Oh you’re just so fat and…” she shows her fangs, “…juicy! Tell me something. I’ve been informed that you sell children on the black market? It this true?”
He can’t escape her penetrating red eyes. “Yes. It’s true.”
“And you pick them up where?”
“I don’t pick them up. We have an agent at the Zero Street mission. She does it all. Her name is Catherine Zabolts.”
“Why thank you for being so co-operative.” She steps away and turns her little back, “Take him away Bloody-Boy. That’s all I wish to know.”
“Uh, ok.” He thinks to himself then says, “Hey, can you lay off on the Bloody-Boy stuff? I’m at least double your age. The name’s Nitz.”
She smiles warmly, “Actually I’m two-hundred and eighteen years old. Roland is two-hundred and twenty-two years old. That’s ok though, common mistake. Farewell Nitz.”
They fly off into the night.
“Creepy.”




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