Chapter 1: The Entry
As he entered the gloomy interior of the abandoned factory, Edgar clutched a wooden stake in one hand, his holy-water balloon gun in the other. With neither sight nor sound of vampires, he continued his way, calling out every now and then and getting an echo as a response. It wasn't long before he felt a shadow close behind him. Prepared, he thrust a stake at his target only to find that it missed its heart entirely. The vampire grabbed his arms, holding the stake away, and shoved him against a wall.
Edgar soon pushed it off and had the vampire pressed against the wall. He prepared to give it a sharp blow to the heart when another figure overtook him from behind, ripping the stake from his hand and shoving him to the ground. The figure stripped him of his weapons, the other keeping an eye on him, and pulled him upright. The other vampire cackled triumphantly as he began tying Edgar's hands together behind his back. From the din all he could see was Edgar's glaring eyes, filled with hate. He spit on the ground in front of the vampire, clenching his teeth and muttering curses under his breath
"She'll love to see you again Eddie." The other figure said as it took a sharp hold on his shoulder, the other watching from behind. "Nadia's been waiting a while now hasn't she, Emmett?" He asked, glancing at the vampire following them. "She knows you all too well. She knew you'd be prepared. What you didn't know is that we're prepared. She knows you too well Eddie boy."
"Well, not enough to know I've added a few tricks," Edgar paused, slamming his heel down to reveal a sharp point sticking out from the front of his shoe. Without hesitating, he swung his foot forward, jabbing it into the vampire's gut. Blood sprayed everywhere and he desperately clung to his wound to keep from losing anything else.
That had made him let go and Edgar made a dash back for the exit. Emmett was prepared, slamming into him, sending both of them to the ground. Quickly, Emmett removed his shoes. Edgar writhed on the ground until Emmett jerked him up. "You could've killed him; you could've killed Derek, you jerk!"
"That's what he was going for Emmett," he struggled upright, clutching his stomach. "I'll be alright once it heals." Emmett pulled Edgar along reluctantly until they reached a large room that looked like it had once held office supplies. His eyes adjusted more to the light, Edgar could see now how the two vampires were dressed. Though it was still quite dark, he could see Emmett had his hair dyed several colors, two shades of blue, and a blood red, it reached his ears and stayed well out of his eyes. He wore a t-shirt that harbored a dragon flying with fire spurting from its mouth. His pants were ripped blue jeans and he wore filthy, white tennis shoes. Derek's shirt and pants were stained with his own blood from the wound. Through the blood, his shirt held a simple pattern of white bones on a striped surface. At the shoulders, his sleeves were both torn and around his neck was a silver pendant, shaped like a dragon. His hair was just long enough to be tied back into a short, blond ponytail.
"He's here, Nadia!" Emmett shouted, kicking Edgar and letting him fall to his knees. He made the minor effort to look up at her, than spat on the ground before her saying, "Long time no see, Nadia."
She stepped closer and knelt down beside him. "I'm surprised you were caught off guard so easily."
"I wasn't caught off guard, your guards just caught me," he replied, staring boldly into her eyes. Their gazes were unwavering until she broke away. "You know what I mean. You're always so prepared, but you didn't think I'd let all those others die without gaining some better knowledge on your strategy now did you?"
"Of course not, so why don't you just save the crap and give me to some poor sap so he or she can kill me and become a full blooded vampire," he replied mockingly.
"Well, I don't have anyone around for that. I wasn't expecting you so soon Eddie."
"It's Edgar." Nadia simply stood up and turned away, letting her brown hair out of its former braid. "What exactly is your plan?"
Nadia flinched under his harsh tone, "really now, you'll find out soon enough. But first I must talk with a few friends of yours. Emmett, please take him to one of the holding rooms, you know which one I mean."
"Wait! What are you going to do to them?" Nadia laughed, giving him a knowing grin. "Nothing, if they behave." That was the last he saw of her before he was dragged away by Emmett.
"No worries man, you'll see the light of day again soon. Or night if you're even luckier."