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Chapter I

"Just kill me and get it over with you sadistic bitch," Abigail taunted her pale faced captor as she struggled against the chains that held her fast to the pillar behind her. Her arms were spread-eagle across the massive face of the sandstone tower that supported the basement level of the building and her legs were likewise chained to the floor. She had been stripped of all her weapons and all her pride as she had been reduced to this state of bleeding and bruised flesh. She swallowed hard and tried to maintain her arrogant air as Danica Talos, resident vampire leader and all-around blood-sucking Betty, strode over to her with a gleam in her eye that was threatening and triumphant.

She knew she had already won and the war wasn't even over yet. But she had won. Yes, she had triumphed over that self-assuming, haughty little mass of a sex-toy named Hannibal King. She had found his weakness… conveniently compacted into a travel-sized 5'6" frame.

Her heels clicked on the marble floor in accordance with her steady strides and she couldn't help but let a sultry, knowing smile grace her full, albeit icy, lips. She locked eyes with the young Whistler and could see that behind all of her bravado, she was afraid. Afraid of Death. She had seen so much of it and yet the thought still frightened her. Humans just weren't capable of comprehending immortality. They led their short, little, depressing lives and then died, leaving nothing behind. Why even bother living at all? Danica mused.

"Who said we were going to kill you, dear, sweet Abigail?" she let the dramatic flattery roll off of her seductive lips like so much honey over rotten apples. Abigail was taken aback slightly which gave Danica the edge she knew just how to push.

She moved closer to the beaten girl who, although bloody, still managed to retain so much radiance about her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes burned and flared, her heartbeat raced in Danica's ears. Danica unconsciously ran her tongue over her lips in absent desire then slid her mouth back to Abigail's ear and whispered demonically.

"Death is far too good for you. There are so many alternatives to killing your prey. Humans just don't have the imagination to get in touch with their inner…"

"Demons?"

"Creative self." Danica corrected without missing a beat but taking a step back to look into the eyes of her prey. She reached out a slender hand, unbidden, and caressed the soft peach tanned cheek of the strong woman before her. Abigail turned her head in disgust and bared her fang-less teeth. Danica grabbed Abigail's chin between her supernaturally strong fingers and gave the girl a reproving squeeze. Abigail flinched as she felt the nerves in her face begin to bruise.

"They will come for me you, arrogant suck-face pig,"

"I know. I'm counting on it, pet,"

Abigail forced the muscles in her neck to conjure up a large amount of saliva to spit into Danica's predatory face.

Danica wiped the offending fluid out of her eyes calmly with a small smile still gracing her beautiful features.

Then those same features seemed to contort horribly as her glassy eyes dilated and she hissed furiously while barring her dripping canines inches away from Abigail's unmoved face.

Suddenly, her face relaxed as Abigail's unwavering gaze met her own.

She then gave in to the desire picking at the back of her conscious mind.

She licked her. She licked the sweat from her face that had commingled with the dripping blood. Abigail's eyes widened in horror as Danica rolled the taste of the other around in her mouth then lapped hungrily for more.

"What the fuck?"

"You taste like fear and strength and innocence and pain,"

"What the fuck? Thanks for letting me know I'm the flavor of the week,"

"But most of all…" Danica's breath hitched a little as she licked at the remnants of blood and salty perspiration on her lips. Then she drew in very close to the other woman and her eyes betrayed all of the hatred her words may have omitted. "You taste like King."

Then her hunger-induced dripping incisors extended from her previously inviting mouth and claimed the delicate skin of Abigail's neck for her own.

Abigail's eyes fluttered and rolled to the back of her head as she fought for consciousness. She could see so much and yet so little through those orbs but she knew that if she were to close her eyes, she would be lost forever. Inhaling sharply, she felt her heart skip a beat. Then another. Then another. She could feel her energy flowing out of her and into the other dark haired woman who gorged herself on the supple flesh and blood of her neck. She hated her. She hated Danica. She hated them all. And now… she hated herself most of all.

Danica's hands moved of their own accord around the young Whistler's head and pulled her closer to her voracious mouth. The other's blood filling the Thirst and satisfying her soul even more knowing that she was violating the one thing that King cared about most. It served him right. She had cared about him most and he had betrayed her. She was merely returning the favor. She could feel the girl still struggling against her. She refused to give up even when she was already beaten. Danica loved the feeling of the other straining against her body and against her control. It was reminiscent somehow. Images of King twisted, writhing under her filled her mind and she allowed his scent to fill her senses.

This girl had been with King. Her Hannibal King. They were both going to pay dearly.

Releasing her no longer fighting prey, Danica absently wiped the bloodstain from her mouth onto her silk sleeve.

"Tell me, Whistler," she coaxed. "Have you had him? Have you really tasted him? Have you felt him on your lips? Beneath your fingertips? His body trembling under yours?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, you sick bastard?" Abigail managed to spit at her. "We're not even like that,"

"You're lying. I've had him. And I want him back. You, on the other hand, won't live long enough to see the end of this little game."

Biting the side of her own tongue, Danica retrieved a small amount of her own vampire blood on the tip of her tongue. She leaned in once more and placed the blood on the open wounds on Abigail's neck. They closed quickly; instantly healed. A little trick she had picked up over the years. Vampire blood had a rapid healing rate and healing the wounds of your prey was a great way to avoid exposure.

She turned her back on the girl as a smirk played on her lips.

"Welcome to the family, sister," Danica spat not bothering to conceal the sarcasm in her words or the new bounce in her step.

Meanwhile,

The crashing pad of the Nightstalkers was getting a free home makeover courtesy of King's ferocity. Nothing escaped his path of destruction as he bulled his way through everything surrounding him. Hedges looked around sullenly as his masterful weaponry lay strewn across the floor in unrecognizable heaps of scrap metal mingled with the remains of the medlab, the training room, and the commons room. If King's destruction was any testament to his strength, Hedges decided that he was glad he never got the opportunity to meet the vampire version of King. Somehow the idea of a super-empowered Hannibal King was a more frightening thought than anything else the man could fathom.

"Shit! I can't fucking believe it! Abigail! How the fuck did she take Abigail?"

"King, your pacing and havok-wreaking are doing nothing for Abigail right now," Sommerfield observed knowingly.

Hannibal ran a hand through his tousled brown locks and scratched his head, confused. Closing his eyes slowly, he attempted to fight back the impetuous and brazen ideas which formed in his head regarding the rescue of Abigail Whistler.

"You're right," he conceded finally as he exhaled the calming breath he had been holding. "I need to be level if I'm going to stand a chance in there."

"What do you mean 'in there' exactly?" Hedges asked worriedly, although he already knew the answer.

"What the hell does it sound like I mean? I'm going in there. I'm going after Abby. Because she came after me."