Hybrids

When Carly got home she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She locked the door again behind her and headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. She was flipping on lights as she went. She opened the refrigerator door and stuck her head inside. There was a jar of jelly, and a container of low mien from who knows when, and half of a twelve pack of Mountain Dew. “Hello, Sweetheart,” cooed a male voice behind her. Her heart stopped. She slowly stood up straight, shut the refrigerator and took a deep breath before turning around. There stood her crazy date. “It occurred to me that I never told you my name… Carly,” he said it as if he was enjoying his power over her. She was too scared to think of anything to say. “Well, I am Charlie,” he said with a bow. “Huh, you don’t look like a Charlie,” she rambled. She couldn’t get her thoughts straight. Her pulse had to be at least one hundred and twenty. “Really, what do you think I look like?” he asked casually. “I don’t know, maybe Jake, or Jack. Something like that,” she replied, her voice shaking. Do my forks have any actual silver on them? She wondered. She grabbed the fork that was sitting on the corner of the stove. “Get out of my house.” She held the fork out in front of her as if she was wielding a giant sword. “Come on, that’s the way you’re going to treat me after I took care of that asshole pervert for you,” he pouted. “Asshole pervert?” she asked, confused. Did he mean Bernard? “You know that gimpy guy in the motor scooter,” he said. “Get out of my house,” she warned again, still shoving the fork out in front of her. He laughed and stalked toward her. The only place she could move to would back her into the corner, so she held her ground. He walked right up to her, wrapped one of his big hands around the back of her head and tried to kiss her. She instinctively stabbed him in the stomach with the fork as hard as she could. He laughed again letting go of her and looking down at the fork. The tongs actually broke skin but not by much. He pulled it free with little more than a wince. There were four small burn holes in his shirt where the silver burned him. He looked back up at her. “One good turn deserves another, don’t you agree sweetheart?” Then he shoved the fork into the center of her stomach. Carly gasped from the pain and looked down in disbelief. The door burst in, in a splintering of wood. “Hey, asshole, that’s my Bitch,” another male voice came booming in as Carly dropped to the floor trying to hold the fork in place as she fell. “What the fuck?” Charlie yelled, and then he started smoking all over, turned black and crumbled; a silver bolt dropping to the floor where he had been. “Get the girl. Stop the bleeding,” a big burly man demanded a small Asian man. “But Sir, I don’t -,” and his head went flying from his shoulders in a great arch. He instantly crumbled in black ash. Carly lay panting on the floor, trying to still as the powder fell and mingled with her blood. The big one spun around bringing his fist out in a great arc slamming into his attacker. Drake went flying into the living room and landed with a huge crash. If that doesn’t bring the cops I don’t know what will, she thought. She could always hope. Of course on the other hand, she thought while she lay there bleeding, how would I explain this? During her thought process, the bad guy went chasing after Drake into the living room and had been thrown back out, landing on her dining room table making it crash to the floor. Drake pounced on him, raising a machete up over his head. “Wait, she needs me. I can smell the bite taking hold. If she survives the change, she’ll need the colony,” the man pleaded. “I’m sure she’ll survive without assholes like you,” Drake snarled then he brought the huge shining knife down into the big guy’s neck. Blood flew in every direction. Drake brought the knife up again, and Carly heard the bone break when it was cleaved in two. The body turned black and held its frame for a full minute before it crumbled; his clothes dropping with a metallic plop as if he had change in his pockets. Drake was just leaning over her without her having seen him move from the big guy. “Carly? Carly, shit hold on!” he ordered her and then he reached down and yanked the fork from her gut. Carly screamed one long continuous high pitched scream. She had black spots swimming in her vision. Her screams were becoming muffled in her head. Drake bit a chunk off his arm and held the gushing blood over Carly’s stomach. With his other hand he started trying to rub his blood into her wound. He then lifted her head up from the floor and shoved his arm against her mouth. She gave a weak suck on the wound then passed out.