Chapter 1:Attack on London Part 1
London,England: May 1896
All seemed quiet as Ashley Garland lay in wait. At this time, she was in an alley, growing all the more impatient. To her right was a man about twenty years of age. His name was Clyde Perkins. For the past three hours they had been waiting in or around the alley,
Pike had been humming to himself, and it was somewhat pleasent at first, but it quickly became excruciating. Still, a lead was a lead, and she had no other option but to trust Clyde's information was good. "Are you sure we're in the right place?" she asked. Clyde answered with a wave of his hand. "Always this impatient are you?" he asked. Ashley was really close from completely forgetting
everything, and leaving him, but she struggled to remain calm. "Impatient? Clyde, we've been in the same spot for the better
half of three hours now. Excuse me if I seem a little impatient." she muttered. Clyde noted the tone in her voice before replying. "Fair point." he said. They waited about another minute before Clyde motioned to her. "Here they come." he said. Ashley turned to see a bunch of people with extremly pale skin walking down the street. Leading them was the person she hated more than anyone in the world. Her creator Pike. Ashley motioned for the bottles of wine she had told Clyde to bring. "Here." Clyde said quietly. "But what are they for?" he asked. "Stopping a massive killing spree." Ashley replied, shoving paper towels in through the top of the bottle. "Ashley... he's doing the same thing you're doing." Clyde said. Ashley turned, and saw to her horror, Pike had lit his own bottle, and was proceeding to toss in their direction.
"Get down!" Ashley yelled to Clyde, just as Pike threw the flaming bottle through the air. They barely had time to avoid the explosion, even with Ashley's speed. Pike signaled for his army to stop, and walked over to them. "Ashley." Pike said happily. "So nice to see you again. What brings you to golly old England?" he asked. "Killing you." Ashley said. Pike nodded. "Well I can tell you right now, it'll never happen. So while we're here, who's you're friend?" he asked. "Vampire expert." Ashley replied. Pike smiled. "If he's such an expert, does he know you're a vampire?" he asked. Clyde looked from Pike to Ashley. "You're a vampire?" he asked horrorstruck. Ashley nodded sadly. "However, unlike him and his friends, I'm not psychotic." she said. "Don't lie, Ashley." Pike interrupted. "You know you've killed a ton of people in the past fifty one years." he said. "And to think, I trusted you..." Clyde said, backing away. "Wait!" Ashley shouted. But it was too late. Pike had quickly signaled his army to grab Clyde and tie him up. "Let him go!" Ashley shouted to Pike. "Sorry. He knows our secret. He's a threat. Now because of you, he's going to die. But since seeing you again has put me in a good mood, I'll do it later." Ashley made a step towards him, but he called two goons to grab her within a second. They slammed her head repeatedly into the stone walls of the alley until she lost consciousness next to the explosion Pike had made. Pike smiled. If Ashley didn't regain consciousness soon, she would be burned to death. He signaled his army. "Next stop," he began, "The tower!" he shouted.
London,England: May 1896
All seemed quiet as Ashley Garland lay in wait. At this time, she was in an alley, growing all the more impatient. To her right was a man about twenty years of age. His name was Clyde Perkins. For the past three hours they had been waiting in or around the alley,
Pike had been humming to himself, and it was somewhat pleasent at first, but it quickly became excruciating. Still, a lead was a lead, and she had no other option but to trust Clyde's information was good. "Are you sure we're in the right place?" she asked. Clyde answered with a wave of his hand. "Always this impatient are you?" he asked. Ashley was really close from completely forgetting
everything, and leaving him, but she struggled to remain calm. "Impatient? Clyde, we've been in the same spot for the better
half of three hours now. Excuse me if I seem a little impatient." she muttered. Clyde noted the tone in her voice before replying. "Fair point." he said. They waited about another minute before Clyde motioned to her. "Here they come." he said. Ashley turned to see a bunch of people with extremly pale skin walking down the street. Leading them was the person she hated more than anyone in the world. Her creator Pike. Ashley motioned for the bottles of wine she had told Clyde to bring. "Here." Clyde said quietly. "But what are they for?" he asked. "Stopping a massive killing spree." Ashley replied, shoving paper towels in through the top of the bottle. "Ashley... he's doing the same thing you're doing." Clyde said. Ashley turned, and saw to her horror, Pike had lit his own bottle, and was proceeding to toss in their direction.
"Get down!" Ashley yelled to Clyde, just as Pike threw the flaming bottle through the air. They barely had time to avoid the explosion, even with Ashley's speed. Pike signaled for his army to stop, and walked over to them. "Ashley." Pike said happily. "So nice to see you again. What brings you to golly old England?" he asked. "Killing you." Ashley said. Pike nodded. "Well I can tell you right now, it'll never happen. So while we're here, who's you're friend?" he asked. "Vampire expert." Ashley replied. Pike smiled. "If he's such an expert, does he know you're a vampire?" he asked. Clyde looked from Pike to Ashley. "You're a vampire?" he asked horrorstruck. Ashley nodded sadly. "However, unlike him and his friends, I'm not psychotic." she said. "Don't lie, Ashley." Pike interrupted. "You know you've killed a ton of people in the past fifty one years." he said. "And to think, I trusted you..." Clyde said, backing away. "Wait!" Ashley shouted. But it was too late. Pike had quickly signaled his army to grab Clyde and tie him up. "Let him go!" Ashley shouted to Pike. "Sorry. He knows our secret. He's a threat. Now because of you, he's going to die. But since seeing you again has put me in a good mood, I'll do it later." Ashley made a step towards him, but he called two goons to grab her within a second. They slammed her head repeatedly into the stone walls of the alley until she lost consciousness next to the explosion Pike had made. Pike smiled. If Ashley didn't regain consciousness soon, she would be burned to death. He signaled his army. "Next stop," he began, "The tower!" he shouted.