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3Ana

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The streets are empty but the sounds of the cars driving down the damp pavement. Headlights bounce across the front of the deserted warehouses. The unsuspecting public knew nothing and would never know what was going on in warehouse number 2113. Abby and King parked their bikes across the street deciding on stealthy entrance to the vamp hangout. There was a guard at the door he was human, a familiar. They walked up to the entrance and the guard smiled wickedly and said, "Need to see your mark." Abby glared at King with only a look telling him to show the man.

Without saying a word King pulled his shirt up and pants down a little with one swift motion to display his mark. 'Dumbasses' he thought as the guard let them enter 'That was way too easy'. Once inside they proceeded down a staircase leading underneath the warehouse. There was great door that could close the opening in the daytime. Loud pounding music was flowing up the stairs. When they reached the basement there was what looked like a club. The dance floor was full of vamps dancing and grinding.

Abby saw where they should be going; a velvet curtain next to the bar was the entrance to the living quarters of the clan that ran this establishment. Abby led diagonally across the dance floor, when they were near the middle she dropped a small silver disc. It hit the floor and started blinking a grey-blue light. All of these vampires were so young and stupid but it seemed really out of the ordinary that they did not notice them at all. Still they kept their guard up in case they caught on. As they reached the door on the other side the bartender was running toward them "Hey, you can't go in there!" King turned pulling out his gun but before he could pull the trigger there was a bright flash of UV light. King covered his eyes with his forearm as the whole room was filled with the light. In a moment all of the vamps were screaming as they turned into dust, including the bartender. All that was left was the unfortunate few humans that had been dragged in here.

Abby turned to the door and opened it revealing more stairs leading further underground. "Wow, I wish I had a hideout like this," King quipped. They proceeded down the stairs killing vamps on their way. They reached a hallway which had many rooms going off of it. They systematically worked down the hallway clearing each room of vamps. But they came to one room which was locked. Abby shot the lock and kicked the door open. The room looked like a large closet and cowering near the far wall was five or six girls. They were bloody, dirty, clothing ripped, and by the looks of it they hadn't eaten in awhile. All of the girls wore a look of fear on their faces. It was obvious that they were not familiars.

"Get out of here," Abby said stepping away from the door, "Run, you can get out up those stairs." The girls stumbled and ran down the hallway towards the stairs. "Come on we must be getting closer, Nicolai has to be here somewhere." She said to King reminding him of who they came here to kill.

Continuing down the hall it opened up into a great room with a tall ceiling. This seemed to be the Vampire headquarters. Around a long table some vampires were gathered talking. King yelled to them, "Sorry to interrupt, but it's really, really important. I need to speak with you Nicolai." The guards that were on either side of the room ran at them. Abby and King fought them off easily, as the vampires at the table scattered. King spied the one named, Nicolai, running off through another door. He looked at Abby to confirm that he should give chase. "Follow him!" Abby yelled.

So King sprinted off in the direction Nicolai had run. Down a darkened hallway he followed pulling out his second gun which he knew was loaded with sundogs. Nearing the end of the hallway Nicolai ran into a room off of the hallway. King burst through the door of what must have been a bedroom. Nicolai ran to a desk and grabbed his gun that was lying on top. Quickly King kicked the gun out of his hand and then delivered a punch to the face. As Nicolai stumbled slightly back from the force of King's actions King grabbed a silver stake from the holster on his thigh. Nicolai hit the gun out from his hands as he pushed King sending him flying into the wall. King recovered quickly and kicked the vamp in the chest making him fall to the floor, "I just wanted to talk." King said in a whiney voice. Then he proceeded to stake the bastard.

As the dust fell from the dying vampire, King surveyed the room. It was concrete but had dark burgundy accents, dark wooden furniture and a large bed near the far wall it was raised up higher than the rest of the room. Next to the bed he spied something that didn't really belong. There were chains hanging from the wall. King couldn't see what was there from the angle he was at. He grabbed his discarded gun he slowly walked over. There was a girl with her hands shackled above her. She was blindfolded and covered in dirt and dried blood. She was wearing a tattered oversized white tee shirt and a worn black skirt. Her head was slumped to the side indicating that she was unconscious. He quickly walked over and checked to see if she was alive. She was but she had a very weak pulse. He used his gun to shoot the chain that was holding her hands. Then he grabbed her and carried her wedding style back towards where he had left Abby.

"You missed all the action," Abby said as King walked back into the really big room. She was sitting at the long table waiting for him. When she saw that she carried a girl she jumped up, "King, what did you do?"

"Hey don't yell at me I didn't do anything. We gotta get her out of here I think she was important. I found her chained up in Nicolai's bedroom."

Abby turned all business when he told her his thoughts. "Ok, let's go." They went back the way they came traveling through the winding passageways to the club, then up to the street.

As they approach their only means of transport King says, "Shit Abby we brought our bikes how are we supposed to get her back with us."

Abby gets on the bike. "Ok now throw her arms around my neck," because the girls wrists were still shackled together. King did as he was told. Then he got onto his bike as they sped off toward their hideout.

Back at their place King carried the girl into one of their spare rooms as Abby went looking for something to cut off the shackles with. King set her down on the bed and this is when he was better able to look at the woman he had saved. He pulled up the desk chair next to the bed. She had auburn hair that was sticking to her face in places because of the dried blood. She had a dark almost olive skin tone which contrasted with the white shirt she was wearing. Her skin was marred with bruises of every different color and had bandages on her forearms that underneath revealed long cuts, they had been beating her and drinking her blood but they didn't want to bite her, that's odd. He reached up and took off her blindfold. Her face had a lot of newer bruises on it and her lip was split but King could still see that she was very beautiful.

He left her for mere moments in the bathroom, emerging with a few warm wet washcloths and bandages. King was going to see how bad she was and if they needed to call in someone to help treat her injuries. He began to wipe off her face with the cloth, removing the dried blood, carefully as to not hurt her. This continued as King took off the dirty bandages of her arms and cleaned the cuts before putting new bandages on. Abby arrived shortly after that with some heavy duty clippers to cut off the shackles.