Part 2511 – A Dream Is A Memory Of Master Initskay’s Death.

“My fiery Missy.” Raven kissed the top of her head.

She held him closer — one arm around his lower back, one hand on the back of his neck. The short hairs at his neckline pricked her skin.

Her touch stole his breath and raced his heart. Raven felt keenly aware of her hands and arms, of her body’s closeness, of her body’s heat, of how very little she was wearing…of how easy it would be to yield despite the presence of both LM and her father.

He blushed and backed out of her embrace. “Missy, I…I….uh.”

She lowered her arms.

He looked down at her hands. His blush deepened as his body ached with the need to lean back into her space. Thoughts of guiding her back down onto her pillow sparkled inside his imagination. “I beg your pardon.” He skedaddled off the bed.

She smiled and shook her head. “And you call yourself dishonorable. What a silly thing you are, my dear Raven.”

***

Jeff’s nerves jittered as he walked down the sidewalk. All of him wanted to just break out into a run, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know where Master Initskay was. So, there was no real point in running just yet. He scanned the crowds, dreading the moment when he’d find his former master. A small, selfish part of him hoped that he wouldn’t find him at all. That he could delay the inevitable.

But Jeff knew he couldn’t delay it forever. It needed to be done. It had to be done. He had to hunt down and stake someone he cared about, someone he looked up to and admired.

He couldn’t blame Hildreth for his failure to do the terrible deed.

He wasn’t even sure how he was going to do it.

His heart sank as someone screamed — a piercing, terrified scream. Jeff pulled out his stakes and ran towards the sound, hoping desperately for it to be some no-named vampire.

He rounded the corner.

His heart sank to points unknown.

Master Initskay shoved a young woman up against an abandoned store front. She squirmed and escaped his grip. He snarled and grabbed her as she tried to run away. She screamed again.

“HEY!” Jeff yelled.

He stopped and looked at Jeff. For one, long, painful moment, there was no recognition in his eyes. Then, he smirked. “Second verse same as the first. You can’t stake me, Jeff Farsigh.” He bared his fangs. “I’ll kill you first.” He released the girl, who ran away as fast as she could.

Jeff was sorely tempted to throw down his stakes and run away too. But he stood his ground. “You’re wrong. I will fight you and I will win.”

“We’ll see about that.” Master Initskay raced at him with bared fangs. A wild form of grief shadowed his eyes.

Jeff tightened his grip on the stakes and ran at him.

Initskay laughed and extended his claws. “You don’t know anything, hunter. I will kill you. You will die.”

Jeff pushed away his thoughts and his memories. His last deliberate thought was, “This is not Master Initskay. It’s just another vampire. Just another vampire. I can stake him.” He tried to focus on the rhythm of the fight while ducking and dodging his enemy’s claws.

One.

Two.

Three. Four. Five.

Initskay laughed. “Oh, come on, Farsigh! You can do better than this. I know you can. Come on. Tighten your fists. Keep track of your feet. Pay attention to your enemy. I am your enemy, Farsigh. Come on. Show me your best. Faster. Faster. Come on. Harder. Don’t be afraid. Don’t be cocky. Be confident. Don’t give in to your fears. Faster. Faster. Harder. Come on! I know you can move better than that. Come on, Farsigh. Come on!”

For a moment, Jeff felt like he was back in their dojo and this was just another training exercise. Then, Initskay slashed him. He inhaled a sharp breath and reality returned. This wasn’t a training exercise. This was a fight to the death. He aimed a kick at his former master.

Initskay laughed and slashed him again. And again. And again. Some of the slashes were misses. Others, painfully direct hits that shredded clothes and skin.

Jeff kept fighting with punches and kicks until he just couldn’t anymore. He collapsed. The stakes rolled out of his hands. He laid there, panting and hurting and bleeding. He struggled to get back up on his feet, but his body refused to cooperate.

Master Initskay kicked the stakes out of Jeff’s reach. 

Jeff watched them roll away.

“I’m disappointed, Farsigh. I always thought that you were better than that. Looks like I was wrong.”

“Shut up.” Jeff glared at him through a haze of pain and emotional hurt. “You have no right to say that. “You aren’t Master Initskay. You aren’t.” 

Initskay flinched as if Jeff had slashed him back.

Jeff reached into his slacks pocket with some difficulty. He pulled out an iron cigarette case. “You aren’t.” He pressed a button on the side.

“Oh.” Initskay’s eyes widened in delight. “Oh. Ohhhh.” His eyes glazed over as if he’d fallen into a blood high. He tumbled softly to the ground.

Jeff dragged himself over to the nearest stake. He grabbed it and made his way back to the unconscious vampire. Tears fell and stung his bleeding face. Memories overwhelmed him, threatened to conquer him. “I don’t want to do this.”

He remembered how vibrant, kind and caring his former master used to be. How hard he had pushed Jeff to do more, to improve, to be the absolute best hunter he could be.

Maybe Dweeb had the right idea. Push it off to someone else. Let some other hunter stake him. Why does it have to be me? I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to. I don’t…”But I can’t leave him like this. I can’t let him live on as a bloodthirsty monster. It isn’t right. It isn’t fair.” 

Jeff whispered, “I’m sorry, Master.” just before he staked him.

****

The dream disintegrated into darkness and into hazy memory as Jeff woke up. He opened his eyes. Sitting. Darkness. No. No, not quite darkness. Light’s on over….there somewhere. Chair. Not bed. No pillow. He looked down at his lap and sighed. No blanket.

Raven’s and Missy’s voices helped orient him.

Right. I’m in the hospital. Missy’s room. He leaned his head back and remembered small bits of his dream. I did the right thing in staking him. But really? It was the only thing to do. Sparing his life would not have been a mercy. 

4 thoughts on “Part 2511 – A Dream Is A Memory Of Master Initskay’s Death.”

    1. Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

      I’ve shown hints and clips of this scene through various points in the story. I felt like this was the right time to see it fully play out. It took me a while to grab all of those snippets and stick them into one document so I could figure out how to mesh them all together. I’m very happy with how it all turned out.

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