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Killjoys: Blood and Lust

Photo by: Melissa Cabigao

Disclaimer: I do not own the franchise of True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys or any of the characters. I created my own OC’s as a fun project.

Warning: These records of accounts were long ago sealed away by the state of California following the destruction of Better Living Industries or BL/ind. These chapters contain many aspects that cannot be explained. These records were unearthed by the Federal Bureau of Investigation allegedly linking Damon Volkov (Alias: Wolfsbane) to the disappearance of his former fiancée Selene Jackson-Bradshaw (Alias: Scarlet Siren). Although the original file name has been unknown as are the whereabouts of these anarchists. These records will forever be known as..

Project: Blood and Lust

Damon Volkov (Wolfsbane):

First of all, I’m innocent. I’m no killer! I loved her. All I did was love her, yes that made me hate her later, but it’s not my fault. Here’s how this story started…

Drive. Pick up the body. Get back to the City.

It was just like any other job I’ve had. Bodies in the zones are as common as they come. Killjoys, Dracs, S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W agents, everyone that goes beyond the city limits that gets their string cut by Atropos gets picked up by someone like me.

Tonight my job was the same as always.

I was given a location of the body in the desert beyond the city limits. It was a Killjoy’s body that I had to the city for identification. I arrived at the location and the sky was already dark. The landscape was barren and quiet with the occasional plant visible.

When I had arrived at the location the body was next to a mailbox covered in graffiti. Why was it moved there, I thought to myself. I was a short distance away from the standard and stark white BL/ind body bag. I stepped out of my vehicle to go get my stretcher from the back. I walked to the back of my vehicle and opened the double doors and retrieved my stretcher. As I began walking back towards the front of the car I saw something standing next to the body. It was someone facing away from me. They were wearing a long black trench coat that reached the ground and a hood covering their head. They were Killjoy, there was no question about it.

I walked up as quietly as possible. When I was about 10 feet away I decided to speak up “Hey, I’m sorry. Can you please step away from the body?” I said as politely as possible. There was a moment of silence before they said a very clear “No.'' Still facing away from me it sounded like a woman’s voice. “Ma’am please, step away from the body.” I responded. She turned around to face me, her face was covered from her eyes down and her eyes were heavily lined with black makeup. She said “No.” This time it was colder. I responded again, “I’m sorry, but I have to take that body.” I said as calm as possible and then she started laughing this unbridled laugh and said “That body doesn’t belong to you or the city.” she quipped. “I’m sorry. I warned you.” I grabbed my ray gun that was set to stun. I pulled the trigger and fired toward her, she didn’t even flinch or try to move. The closer the beam got to her, she stuck her hand out and stopped the beam in its tracks before defecting it away from her. Was I seeing what I thought I was seeing? I set the ray gun to kill and fired another round and she stopped it again and laughed “Do you think the third time will be the charm?” she said even though I couldn’t see most of her face I knew she was smirking. She charged at me and the next thing I knew I was on the ground, she was extremely strong but I was able to pin her. I looked down a second later to see who attacked me.

Then the next second she was gone. She was just there… I look up and there she is standing a few feet away from me “Just walk away or I won't be able to stop it.” she said, “Trust me.” she said firm but kindly. “I’m sorry, but step away.” I said and she simply shrugged and said “I’m so sorry.” she said in almost a whisper.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground again. Flat on my back. Full moon and a sky full of stars are my only reassurances that I didn’t black out.

I sat up.

Both her and the body were gone.

Shit.

“Crazy bitch.” I said to myself as I stood back up. I looked around and there was no sign of them. I walked back over to where the body once was. I couldn't believe what I saw. It was looking back at me. It was a wolf. Its fur was jet black, however its eyes were the most striking feature… glowing yellow eyes. It seemed to be watching me. It’s no ordinary wolf. I slowly decided to walk back to my car and then I heard the woman’s voice again “I warned you.” being carried quietly through the desert. I felt my heart and breathing get faster. I looked up and the moon had turned bright red… “She warned you.” an unseen male voice said. Was I losing my mind, a piercing howl erupted from the wolf and broke me from my thoughts. I tried running back to my vehicle but it felt as if someone grabbed my leg and pulled me to the ground. It felt as if someone was holding me down, but no one was there. The wolf ran towards my helpless self. I couldn’t tell if it was this unseen force or the feeling of sheer terror that kept me from moving. I wanted to fight like hell, but I couldn’t.

The wolf was looming over me. I closed my eyes and accepted my fate.

Then a feeling of the most intense pain I have ever felt. The wolf’s hot jaw and sharp teeth dug into my flesh with no resistance. I screamed out, but I knew it was pointless.

Then everything went black.

When I came to My arm was covered in blood. Then I realized the moon was no longer red and I could move again. I glanced around and the wolf was nowhere to be found. I shot up from the ground and got into my car and got back to the city as fast as I could. I don’t remember what happened but the next thing I knew I was home. I bandaged my arm and threw myself into bed.

The next morning I woke up. I didn’t feel any different, I mean my arm was still sore, but was fine.

Went to work. I was fine.

Went home. I was fine.

I went to bed. I was feeling fine.

And then all hell broke loose.

I couldn’t really see anything; it was just brief and blurry flashes of my surroundings and everything I heard sounded muffled as if I was underwater, but I could make out screams and gunshots. I had no idea, I just started, I just thought about running… What was going on? What were they screaming and shooting at? Was it me?

Selene Jackson-Bradshaw (Siren):

2:16 AM

I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder “Siren. Siren.” Saint said as I opened my eyes to see his disheveled long blonde hair and blue eyes blown wide in shock. “What’s going on?” I asked my voice gravelly. “Dr. D said there's a monster outside of the city gates.” he said urgently “Assassin?” I asked tiredly “No we are talking hair, fangs and claws here…” he said with an unwavering expression “Ok let’s go. You go wake the others up.” I said as I shot out of bed and reached for a pair of jeans from the floor as well as my boots. I grabbed a flannel, checked the pistol under my bed for silver bullets, armed with that and my ray gun. I slung my hip and thigh holsters as well as my med bag over my shoulder as I ran out the front door into the garage. Unicorn and Night Venom followed behind me, seeing Unicorn’s hot pink and Night Venom’s maroon hair gave me some semblance of comfort as the sound of our boots hitting the tiles drowned out the sound of my heart beating in my ears. As the garage door opened “Which one are we taking?” Unicorn asked “ ‘58. The Ambulance. We don’t know what to expect here.” I said as the three of us got into the car with Saint driving, me in the passenger seat and Unicorn behind me. “Do you think this has to do with the… death?” Saint said “From what you told me, yes. They were allegedly involved with some dark shit, if you know what I mean.” I said “ I tried to warn him. I did.” I said, “No one is blaming you.” Saint said “We’ll see about that.” I said to myself.

When we finally got there. Shit was well… shit. It looked like a tall, dark hairy shadow, but the most eerie part. The eyes. They were blood red and appeared to glow. I turned to everyone in the car. “You hold off the Dracs and Crows… The big one is mine.” I said “Are you insane?” Unicorn said “As if we would let you do that by yourself!” Night Venom said her dark eyebrows creasing together. “I’m a big bad bloodsucking sorceress.” I said cockily, smirking “If I need your help, I’ll scream.” I said reassuringly. I opened the car door and sprinted to avoid the shower of beam blasts that came my way.

I began to slow down when I approached the wolf-like creature. It turned around with lightning speed, I felt their hot breath on my face. It growled at me. I whistled and it met my eyes, our faces mere inches apart. I stuck my hand up slowly. As soon as my hand made contact it yelped and scratched my forearm. It stung, groaned and I realized. I still had my rings on… silver rings. It clicked. Werewolf. There’s someone in there. Which means I can control them. I sang for a second just long enough for them to hear me. I had to make my thoughts precise. I focused. Let the human out and sleep. I repeated those thoughts. I stretched and concentrated on them. Slowly the beastly features faded until it was just a man. He wasn’t cured, but for the moment he was down. He was naked, burned by beams, and passed out, but a man nonetheless. I came closer. Shit. He was the same man from hours ago. I had no time to act. “Saint! Let’s get outta here!” I shouted over to my group. I looked back down at the man “Sorry Damon.” I said as I picked him up, ran to the car, jumped in the back and Saint finally sped off. My arm is still slightly bleeding. I laid the man down and covered him with a blanket.

“Siren are you hurt?” Saint said, “He grazed me, but I’m fine.” I said securing gauze and an ACE bandage around my forearm to keep it in place. “Who’s your friend?” Night Venom said curiously “We ain’t friends, but his name is Damon Volkov. He was a mortician at least when I was still in the city.” I said “Sore subject?” Unicorn asked “You could say that.” I said digging around for my penlight, I pressed the button and lightly lifted his eyelid to individually reveal deep brown eyes, both pupils shrunk in response to the light.``What’s the word, Doc?” Unicorn asked, “Well he’s not brain dead.” I said humorously exhaling “I’m gonna have him sleep it off.” I said “Then we’ll go from there.” I added. “I’ll keep watch.” Saint said “No, I will.” I said “Siren, after everything these past few hours you are gonna drain yourself, you need to sleep.” he said “Don’t fight me on this.” I said and he didn’t. I admit I was beyond exhausted, but when he comes to, I’m the one who needs to give him the explanation.

Damon Volkov (Wolfsbane):

The next thing I knew was what I like to call a headache from hell. Have you ever had a hangover? Well, take that and multiply it by… fuck, I don’t know… six? My eyes felt welded shut, not like I wanted to open them anyway. My body was sore and stung from the burns. The only comforting thing was the feeling of fingers running through my hair. It was soft and as I continued to focus on that I began to feel safe. As stupid as it sounds I could be in the middle of a zombie apocalypse as long as they don’t stop. Then they did. Why could they hear my thoughts? Did they know I was awake? Did they want to kill me? If so, why did they do that? How long were they there?

I heard footsteps walk out the door. I forced my eyes open and dragged myself out of bed, there was a small mirror on the adjacent wall and I looked like I had been dragged through hell. I was covered in small scrapes, cuts, bruises and gauze bandages covering what I assumed from burns. My hair was disheveled and my eyes were almost bright red. It starkly contrasted the white t-shirt and black sweatpants that I was dressed in. I followed where I heard the footsteps, they weren’t super close but I could still hear them. When I got closer I could hear their heartbeat and even smell there was something about it that was so familiar. I began to walk faster. This place was huge. I walked into the kitchen and there they were. It was a woman whose hair was bright red and went just past her shoulder blades, she was in a red flannel and jeans that were worn out but still appeared form fitting. “Who are you?” I asked, she exhaled and set her coffee mug on the counter in front of her, she turned around. I couldn’t believe it, “Selene?” I said and she nodded silently. She looked exhausted and her open flannel shirt revealed a bra and surrounding that had been recently stained with blood that had become a translucent red and sticky. I was stunned, I didn’t know if I was dumb or just need familiarity but I ran to her and hugged her. I almost wanted to cry… “I thought you were dead.” I said quietly and she was silent “Is this where you have been the past five years?” I asked and she said “Yes” and then pulled away from me. “Do you want some coffee?” she asked plainly as i sat down “Sure.” I said as she went to get a mug and the coffee pot “That’s it? After five years?” I said in disbelief “I don’t know what else to say.” she said, setting the mugs on the table and sat across from me “What happened to you, what happened to me.” I said she closed her eyes and exhaled deeply “When you went to go collect that body from out here. I tried to stop you.” She said with a long sip of her coffee “That was you? Why were” I said “I was trying to protect you. The person who died was into some deep shit, they self-exiled themselves only I knew why.” she paused “When they died I had to work quickly, but I guess you had a job to do too. By the time I was able to move them it was too late.” she added huffing humorously “You were the woman in black? How did you do all that… stuff… stopping the blasts, the pushing and disappearing?” I asked in disbelief “Depends are you gonna stay or walk away.” she asked “It seems I’m not welcome back in the city.” I said looking down at a bandage covering her forearm a few tattoos littered the area. “Did I do that?” I asked “Yes, but don’t worry I scared you. It’s my fault.” she said like a mother consoling a child. Her left hand tried to hold mine but it burned and I jerked away. “Oh I’m sorry.” she said slipping off her rings and placing them on the table. I let her grab my hand again “Listen it’s not your fault. Although I did warn you. You probably wouldn’t have believed me even if I told you.” she said softly. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn scary, Siren.” a male voice said I looked toward it “Dom?” I asked in disbelief. There were two women behind him. “Who are you guys and what is this place?” I asked, “Sit down, we have work to do.” Siren said and they all took a seat… Siren began “My mother is…”

Thank you for everyone for reading this. I have rewritten this story so many times. Sorry if this sounds rough I haven’t had much time to write. Thank you so much Kass my fake wife and Bex my fake mom. I hope you enjoyed it!

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