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The Train Ride of Fate

I watched the sun slowly sink down as the train flew down the tracks. I would be flying to my destination , but I’m broke so I have to take a train. I hate trains. I sulked in one of the section rooms. “Fine you know what when I get back let’s just not see each other anymore.” A figure appeared in the door screen. He was talking into his phone. “No madam. ******** you.” He shoved the item into his pocket and came into the section.
He was dressed in a black trench coat. He wore sun glasses so his eyes were not visible to me. His black hair had a lot of volume to it, for it stuck up lightly. It had one silver streak. He wasn’t smiling. His skin was pale and gave off an alluring scent not of cologne or soap. Just a scent. I immediately became suspicious. If his eyes are red then he’s a Vampire. “What’s with the glasses?” He slipped them off and sat them on the seat eliminating the question.
“What’s up with the sword?” He pointed up at my suit case my sword had punctured through. “You’re not supposed to bring concealed weapons on this train or weapons in general...” He said cockily.
“It’s for my job.” He looked at me, his eyes the color of moonlight. They didn’t show emotion so they were contacts.
“What’s your job?”
“I hunt vampires, werewolves, and witches. Stuff like that just a freelancer. I do whatever job I can find as long as it pays. That’s why I’m going to Black Rosa Lun they told me a vampire has been pigging out. Since I’m flat broke I have to travel by train. How about you, what’s your job?”
“I work at a hospital in Black Rosa Lun. I’m sorry to here that, I like traveling by train there’s so much more room and way closer to the ground. Has anyone died yet?” He asked returning my accusing look.
“No, but..” He put his finger to his lips like you would a child when they are talking when they should be sleeping.
“Sh. No buts. If he didn’t kill them. Don’t kill him.” He just slipped.
“How come you keep calling it a he? You know it’s a guy.” I got him.
“Of course it’s a guy. If it’s a vampire at all it must be male if it can resist from killing his meals. Female vampires don’t like leaving evidence so they bleed them dry and hide the bodies in obscure places.” He just saved himself. God damn.
“You sure know a lot.”
“I told you already, I’m a doctor. I usually do the tests on the bodies of the victims and by the distance of the two puncture points. It was either male or a big mouthed female. Not to mention the fact that he leaves his victims on the steps of the hospital so I find them when I come in. Like he doesn‘t want them to die.” Not a vampire. Case closed to nice. To calm around hunters.
“So tell me. Whom were you fighting with on the phone with?”
“Just my X Girlfriend. I’m just about ready to give up this whole dating game and just have one night stands. Damn she’s a b***h.” He got up and went out of the room slamming the door. He came back with a bottle and two glasses. “You like champagne?” He asked opening it and pouring himself a glass.
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t waste money on alcohol.” He gave a laugh.
“Well I’ll waste my money then.” He said handing me the empty glass and pouring me some. “Cheers to the vampires and how they keep us both busy.” We tapped our glasses and I took a sip and literally coughed it up. He downed his glass in one gulp. “Wait a minute. Did I grab the wrong bottle?” He looked at it and tilted his head to the side. “What the hell? Booze? Well whatever it’s good enough.”
“What’s your name?” I asked as the man poured himself another glass. He thought for a moment.
“God damn it. What’s my name? How do I forget these things?” He pulled out his wallet and looked at his ID. “I’m Htaed Regnirb.”
“Rellik Eripav. Nice to meet you.” I said giving him the same sort of name. His name Death Bringer so I gave him the name Vampire Killer.
“Nice to know what you look like.” He said setting his glass down and just drinking from the bottle.
Htaed laid on the seat just spitting out strings of complicated words. He even told me how to pump someone’s stomach and then how to remove someone‘s heart so that when you take it out it‘s still beating. It’s creepy. “Htaed you’re drunk.”
“Do I luk trudnk to joe?” He slurred.
“Yes you do and you sound drunk too.” He sat up straight quickly and looked at me. He stood and didn’t fall down like people normally do when they’re drunk. He stepped closer to me and held my face leaning down.
“Most people would have ran by now. Why haven’t you?” He asked clearly. What happened? He was just intoxicated. His breath still smells like alcohol and everything. “Tell me what do you think the chances of us running into each other in Black Rosa Lun are?” He asked slipping his coat off and letting it fall to the ground.
“There’s a chance. Only if I need to run into you. Why? Am I going to be a one night stand?” I asked jokingly. He didn’t seem like he was joking. Is he going to rape me?
“Maybe. Only if you want to.” He leaned down quickly holding my face he kissed me tongue and all. I rapped my arms around his neck and tasted the sweet taste under the left over booze yet that made it even better. His hand went up my shirt around my nipples. Still French kissing he unzipped my pants and played around with me until I was ready to c**. God I was feeling it!
I undid his belt and tried to unzip his pants, but I failed they got stuck so I just played around and kissed his neck. He undid his zipper and pulled my pants down along with my boxers. Man this is whorish, but I hope he’s huge or it’s just going to ruin it for me. He shoved something 6 inches into me and oh my God was I hot. “Go ahead. What are you waiting for?” He smirked.
“I’m not even in all the way.” I froze momentarily until he went 2 inches deeper into me. He shoved himself into me. I looked up at the ceiling, it felt like it would go straight through me.
“Oh God. Nnn.. Ah. Does it feel good inside me?” God I’m a whore. Whatever. This is bliss. So I don’t care.
“I never want to leave.” God he’s a whore too. Sweet. He slowly pulled out before his c** trickled onto the seat. “Maybe I should have took the time to wear a condom.”
“Who care’s they probably wouldn’t clean anything anyway.” I said putting my arms around his shoulders. The train came to a halt. “I guess this is where we say good-bye. Later Htaed.” He smirked zipping his pants up and fixing his belt then putting his coat on. I put my boxers and pants back on and gabbed my luggage.
“See you around, Ian.” He said handing me my wallet and walking away putting his sun glasses on. I watched him pull out a hat and slip it on. That little pickpocket. I exited the train and walked over to a bench and set my suit case down. I checked to see if any of my limited funds were gone I saw my $20, but there was an extra 25 of them and one of my hotel cards were missing. Not to mention the extra receipt. He gave me $500 in the process of stealing my personal information and gaining access to a key to my hotel room. He took a business card too. He left his card, too? When did he have time to do this I never fell asleep…
Htaed Regnirb
(696) 666-9992
Pent House Lawyrel
Section 2 Floor 9 Room 666
That’s his real name? He wrote on the back. ‘Don’t really go stalking me k? Just in case there are any complications or you ever get lost in the city.’ What kind of complications? I picked up my stuff and started walking toward the Exit. At least I can pay for a cab now. Thanks Htaed. There’s one! It’s been a lucky day. I waved my hand and the taxi completely ignored me. “Hey ******** you then!” I waved at another and they drove past. Another drove past. I was getting angry. I saw another one.
Someone whistled and the cabby looked in our direction. I looked at the whistler. Htaed snapped his fingers and pointed at the space of ground in front of me. “For heaven’s sake, Ian Neola. You have to be more fierce.” He said opening the cab door for me. I got in. He walked around and got in the other side.
“Your usual destination I presume, Mister Regnirb?” The cabby asked. “You going there too? What’d he call you… Mister Neola?”
“No. I’m going to the hotel on 5th street.” The cabby looked at us in the rear view mirror.
“You sure you want to go there? People get in big trouble down there, man.” The cabby warned.
“Larry, stop pestering him you nosy SOB. Start driving.” Htaed seemed a bit edgy, but the cabby started driving. He started breathing heavily. “This is fine. I’ll walk the rest of the way!” He yelled and the cabby almost jumped out of his skin, but pulled over. Htaed slipped him a $100. “Keep the change.”
“Hey, Larry. What type of place is the Pent House Lawyrel?” I asked curious about the city.
“Uh yay. That place is the best hotel. Not to mention it’s got two sections one for guests and the other is apartments with fancy furnishings that cost like $920 a week just to stay. It’s a 6 star place, man, it’s so nice they had to add a star.”
“So.. What kind of place the hotel on 5th street?”
“That place is for broke people or bad a** mother ******** like they can kick a**. What are you broke?”
“It wouldn’t matter I’m a complete and total cheapskate. Besides I can take care of myself.”
“Well the change from this hundred is enough to pay for you, so this one’s on me. You take care now. Don’t you dare end up in the Obituaries I wouldn’t be able to stand to know I drove you to your death!” I got out and the cabby drove off quicker than he should have. Weird city. I walked up the stairs to the motel and a guy with a bottle stepped up to me.
“D’juo gotji monay?” My god is he a jerk.
“Hey. Move out of the way.” I wasn’t in the mood for this. He didn’t move. I set my bag down and looked up at him. “Listen here. I’ve been on a train for more than 12 ******** hours trying to get here. Now I’ll ask you nicely one more time. To move out of my way.” He laughed, but didn’t move. I shrugged and threw him down the stairs. “Don’t ******** with me.” I picked up my bag and walked inside.
The paint on the inside was peeling and the receptionist was getting ******** on the table. I waved my reservation receipt and showed her that I put it on her desk. I took the key to room 9 and walked down the hall. Room 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Here we are. I opened the door and almost gagged.
There was a mattress that looked like it was alive and sat on a hunk of wood that had termites. The walls were a sickening color of barf. The couch had holes that mice were crawling in and out of. “********.” The only clean part of the hole room was the kitchen, but that’s only because if it hadn’t been it would be a health code violation. The bathroom was decent. “I’m sleeping in the ******** bath tub.” I dropped my bag onto the bathroom floor and pulled out my extra blanket and dropped it in the tub.
I went to sleep right then and there. I had to be up by 6:00 pm.
My watch began to chirp and vibrate ferociously. “Ow. Damn it.” I hit the button. 5:59pm was the time. I got up and reached into my bag and pulled out my gun and holster then slipped it around my waist so it was on the side. I took out my dagger and put it in it’s holder on the side of my thigh. I pulled out my sword and sheath then put it so it laid on my back. I slipped my trench coat over it so that the handle stuck up into the hood so I could easily access it.
I made sure to lock my door. Then ran out down the hall and out of the door. I waited for some sort of scream or noise. “Please…. Please don’t kill me.. Somebody HE-” A woman yelled from 3 blocks down. I ran and turned into the ally where the scream had originated. There was a seemingly fit woman and a figure with pale skin holding her mouth shut.
“I’m not going to kill you. Just stop yelling. I don’t want to kill you, drama queen.” He said. That’s my guy. I pulled out my gun and shot, but it was off. It would have hit the lady if the vampire hadn’t jumped in front of it. “The ******** you could have killed her.. Some hero you try to be..” He said coldly. He jumped up the ally using the 2 walls and disappeared.
“You’re a bad shot.” The lady said with a shrug. “You got him to leave me alone though, so thanks. Laters.” She ran off. Some thanks! I walked off. He probably really needs to feed now that he’s been shot. I listened around.
“Someone. Anyone. Please help me!” A man yelled from the park across the street. I dodged cars and ran across. “Help.” Someone was just standing up against a tree holding there side in the exact place I shot the vampire. “Finally. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to yell.” I slowly approached it just so I could see. “Why’d you shoot at me, hmm? What’d I do, Ian?” The features became visible.
“Htaed? What? I shot you?”
“No you shot at my drama queen of a X girlfriend. I just happened to jump in the way. You know what? Help me to a hospital will you? I can’t walk much further on my own.” I walked over and put his arm over my shoulders. I helped him across the park to the hospital. “Thank you, very much. So what exactly did you think I was?”
“The vampire. I thought you were going to bite her. I‘m sorry. ”
“Nah, no problem. Why would I bite her she would taste nasty. I just wanted my key back, but she thought I was going to kill her because she was already screwing around.” He walked up into the hospital. “I’m not suing you, but think before you shoot from now on.” He said from the door.
I need to check this out. I ran back into the park and perched myself in a tree and watched the hospital. 5 minutes later Htaed walked out and looked left then right. He put his fingers to his eyes and did something. To far away to see. He took off running pretty quickly for a wounded doctor. He made his way to the tree I was perched up in. I had opened my mouth to say something, but he ran by too quickly.
“******** I was out all night and it still happened?” I looked at the cover of today’s News Paper. It said ‘People on the Five Stairs’. 5 people on the steps of the hospital. How did that happen? I dropped the paper on the ground and it fell open to a section titled. ‘Hottest Men In Jobs Today.’ The ******** never heard of that. I picked it back up and looked at it.
The guy in Law was pissed off at someone in court all in all not attractive to me. The guy in business was talking at his desk on his phone again not attractive at all. The hottest man in law enforcement was a guy hand cuffed to his car with a distressed look on his face no way in hell was he hot. I eliminated everyone from being hot even in the model category.
Finally the last page. It had a introduction ‘The hottest guy in medicine is by far the hottest guy in Black Rosa Lun. He restarts hearts and stops yours. He is Htaed Regnirb. Whom was kind enough to actually pose for us unlike the rest of the men. Here he is! There was a picture of him holding a clipboard with his shirt unbuttoned giving the camera a sensual and entertained look. I hadn’t noticed his face before just the key points. He was really beautiful and hot, sexy even. He had perfect chest muscles and he had abs.
At the bottom it said ‘For more Htaed pictures, interviews, ext. pick up a copy of Black Rosa Lun Spotlights. A man was angry and snatched and threw something away from a girl. It hit me in the face. “********.” I picked it up. Would you look at that? Black Rosa Lun Spotlights. Htaed Inside. Man they make him sound like Euro. I flipped it open to page 43 titled ’Htaed Regnirb!’ there were pictures of him laying on a hospital bed with a stethoscope just looking up at the ceiling. There was one where he was putting his coat on and it was really cool.
They interviewed him?

Name: Htaed Regnirb
Age: 27
Height: 6’1
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Favorite Foods: Isn’t picky.
Disliked Food: Meat that has been over cooked.
His Idea of a perfect date: Having dinner at Café Luna Rosa then just sitting on a rooftop looking at the stars and moon while light music played in the back round. Just talking about life.
Dream Partner: Anyone as long as they have a nice personality, aren’t completely fake, and don‘t mind if I come home at 5 in the morning.
Dreams/Aspiration: Find the cure for cancer. Meet someone who doesn’t care that I’m not perfect. Take a bullet for a friend. Grow all colors of roses on one bush.
Hobbies: Reading, going on walks on the beach while the moon is up, swimming, tennis, yoga, martial arts, painting, sword fighting, fencing.. He has a lot of hobbies.
Turn ons: Stupid questions, idiotic notions, bad pick up lines, weirdness. Being funny. Smelling like cactus flowers and satin. Intelligence. Showing knowledge of folk lore.
Turn offs: Being a drama queen. Being fake. Criticism. Back talk. Rudeness. Acting retarded. Being too happy and bright. Animal crazed. Crazed greenery lover. Crazed toward anything. Disorganization. Clumsiness. Lack of respect for other cultures. Being high.
Things that I love: Books on Folk Lore
Things that I hate: Screaming. Bright lights.
Favorite Animal(s)- Bats, cast, ravens, crows, Siberian huskies, wolves, sparrows, catfish, jaguar.
Fear: Nothing, comes to mind.

Wow. I’m like his dream partner. Creepy… Whatever.
I yawned. Tired. I don’t want to go back to the hotel!
I walked all the way back to the hotel and walked into my room there. It actually smells nice all of a sudden.
“WHY THE ******** ARE YOU STAYING HERE? I MEAN. I HEARD IT WAS BAD, BUT THIS IS HORRIBLE!” Htaed yelled standing up with a doctor’s mask over his mouth. He had rubber gloves on. He threw them on the ground. “That is it you’re coming with me right now. Get your stuff and for heaven’s sake watch where you drop stuff like this.” He threw my gun to me.
“I dropped it?” I asked walking into the bathroom.
“Would I be here if you hadn’t?” He asked chuckling. “Were you sleeping in the bathroom?” I walked out with my bag and nodded. “You cheap son of a b***h. There’s a hundred of different places you could be staying. Though you decide to reserve this one.”
“Where?” I noticed he didn’t take off the mask.
“Anywhere.” He walked out the room pulling his mask off and breathing heavily. “Hurry up. I can feel the air killing my lungs.” He walked down the hall. I followed and went to the counter.
“How much do I owe you for the night?” She looked at me.
“You owe nothing. Just don’t let your friend report us, OK?” I looked at Htaed who was walking out. I walked out the door and he was surrounded by that drunk and his buddies.
“Hey! I thought I told you to step away.” He said looking each of them in the eye. “Oh, well. I’ll just vent on you guys.” He body slammed the drunk into a wall then went and did karate mixed with gymnastics. He had beat the s**t out of them and they all went running. “I’m slowly losing my patience with 5th street.”
“Hey, Where’d you learn to kick a** like that?” He went Jackie Chan on their a**.
“You read my interview didn’t it say under hobbies that I do martial arts?” He said motioning to the magazine sticking out of my bag.
“Where do you suggest I stay? I must sleep soon.” He looked at me like I was the most obvious person on earth.
“I don’t know and you already have bags under your eyes so the damage is already done.” We walked until we were on 4th street. Where he waved down a taxi. “Oh, yeah. My wound is fine. The doctor looked at it and said it would leave a scar, but that it would go away in time. Thanks for asking.” He said sarcastically getting in the taxi.
“s**t. I totally forgot. You‘re alright that‘s good.” I asked after I had gotten in.
“Pent House Lawyrel please.” He said and the cabby looked at me. Htaed gave a weird nod and the cabby returned it. We drove off.
“So, Mr. Regnirb. How have you been? I haven’t seen ya in this here cabby’s car for quite some time now.”
“I’ve been better, Harth. I’m guessing you and Una finally tied the knot.” He said motioning to the wedding band around his finger.
“All thanks to you’re pushing. I’m happy as hell with her. Thank you.”
“Congratulations.” I said trying to not be ignored.
“Why thank you. I’m pretty sure I’ve not seen yer face around these parts here. What be yer name youngin?”
“Ian Neola. And you are?”
“Just call me Harth.” He became very uncomfortable with me and squirmed in the drivers seat. He pulled over. “Sorry I can’t get much closer it’s out of my jurisdiction. That’ll be $47.50.” He slipped him a hundred and got out. “Bye, Mr. Regnirb. Watch yourself.” He stared at me one more time.
“Keep the change. Later.”
“Bye, Harth. Nice meeting you.” Harth jerked and drove off. Rude much.
“Come on. It’s this way.” We walked until we came to a skyscraper. Which he just casually walked into and I followed. He went past the elevator and to the stairs. We walked up 10 flights of stairs. “You alright?” He asked yawning like it was under stimulating.
I wheezed and shoot up straight. “Yay it’s really cool climbing 10 flights of stairs while being completely exhausted.” I said as we started walking to the one door at the end of the hallway. He slipped a key into the door and opened it.
“Home sweet home. Mi casa. Su casa.” He said. “Temporarily.” He quickly added. I walked over to his couch and sat down.
“So what was your inspiration for the sensual unbuttoned shirt with the clipboard picture?” I asked casually flipping the magazine open and pretending to look at it. He tilted his head to one side.
“I was getting ready for work. I always look like that.” He scratched his head honestly confused. “I only posed for the other 2.”
“I thought you worked as a doctor during the day.” I said not to be rude just to cross reference the information.
“I’m on vacation for the next 3 months. Only because I worked for 3 years without sick days.” He said proud of himself. He pointed to the door by the bar. “That’s the bathroom and that other door is the kitchen. The TV comes out of that square piece of wall. The alcohol is in the bar locked up. Here’s a key.” He threw me a key. “Uhm. You shouldn’t loose that cause I’m not always home at night so just in case you should need it. It also unlocks every lock in the room. I’ll let you decide. You can sleep on the couch or bed.”
He probably has two beds. “Bed.” He shrugged and press a button and the bed came down out of the wall it looks so soft. He laid down. I was confused. He looked me and laughed.
“I said you can sleep on the couch or bed. I never said anything about me moving. But no worries we have different sleeping schedules. I sleep during the day. When do you?”
“During the day.” We both raised an eye brow in frustration.
“Fine with me. Change your schedule.”
“Change mine. I highly doubt vampires would come out in the light. So, change yours.” I said walking over to him.
“Excuse me?” He said blinking. “Who are you? I mean really. You really think you’re going to catch that vampire don’t you.” He leaned closer to me.
“I know I’m going to catch it.” I stood up.
“No. You are not going to catch that vampire. Even if you do catch it. It will escape and then kick your a**.” He said becoming very serious. He stood.
“Yeah right. When I catch something I vitally wound it first. It couldn’t kick my a**. If it tried I would beat the s**t out of him.” I said showing the same amount of seriousness.
He laughed at me while walking over to a rectangle on the wall and pushing it. It popped out like a secret compartment. “You think you can kill it with a sword? Hmm?” He asked pulling out a double-sided blade. “Show me what you got. Then I will freely admit that you can catch it.” He said approaching me as I walked over to my bag pulling out my sword.
Sparks flew as his sword collided with mine. I stumbled backward at the amount of force and skill he put into the swing. I barely saw him. He moved with accuracy never out of place. He slashed at me quickly and with full force. I made the mistake of thinking he would be momentarily open. I put my sword to the side of his neck. He smirked. “What are you smiling about? You’d be dead if we were really fighting.” Something poked me where my heart is. I looked down and his sword would have penetrated my heart before I did anything else.
“You were doing great! What happened?” He asked standing from his bent position.
“I thought you wouldn’t be able to recover as quickly as you did.”
“So why did you hold back then?” He said seeing through my charade. “Will you please. Actually try? So I won’t get bored at least.” He had been holding back too? Hmm, interesting. I spun spontaneously and slashed at him. He stepped back. I spun my sword above my head and brought it down at his shoulder, but he reached his sword around deflected it.
“Still bored?” I asked jabbing at him.
“Slightly.” He did a back bend and I fell over him. He did a handstand then fell down back to his feet. I hit him in the gut with the butt of my sword right as his feet were back on the ground. He crouched forward at the blow. Then chuckled looking at the hand that had been previously over his gut. It was red from blood. Did I penetrate his skin? He moved an inch then I saw it for a split second he was shrouded in the same black s**t he had been shrouded with last night.
He let his blade fly at me. Speed and precession. Each time he attacked me the move was flawless. He left no opening for a counter attack. I was digging a hole and slowly falling into it. I was tired and he was making me more tired. Then he chuckled and brought his sword down swiftly and forcefully. It came down so quickly that I heard it whistle. Sparks shot everywhere around our faces. He was an inch away from my face. We were battling to see who could push the other away first. Right as I applied the slightest force he stepped back and I fell forward.
“I’ll admit that you’d fight better if you weren’t exhausted.” He said taking notice that I was half asleep on the floor. “I’m not picking you up. Hey, don’t fall asleep.” I fell asleep just out of pure defiance.
I woke up on the bed. Liar he moved me. I got up off the bed and looked at the floor. Blood? I crouched down and wiped some up with my hand. I sniffed it. Yeah that’s blood. There was a complete trail of it all the way to the kitchen or bathroom. I don’t remember which is which. I followed it all the way to one of the doors and opened it. The light was off and I couldn’t see. I felt around on the wall until I found the light switch, I flipped it on. The first thing I noticed was the bloody left handprint that was smeared down on the sink edge. The second thing I notice was that Htaed was laying with his hand on the rim of the bathtub in a puddle of blood.
He twitched slightly so he was alive. “Hey..” I turned him over. The bullet wound was bleeding. I had shot him in the gut. I totally forgot that part too. “Damn it are you alright.”
“I.” He said weakly and pointed to the medicine cabinet.