Disclaimer: Twilight is the property of Stephenie Meyer, my OCs belong to me
Description: There is a cancer within the heart of the Vampire Nation. For years a group of vampires known simply as "The League" have worked in secret, setting up farms where dhampir can be bred to sell to vampires as slave and food stock. Jane and the guard have done their best to shut down the farms, but for everyone they close another two open. Now one seems to have been established on the outskirts of New York with the blessings of the local government. How can Jane prove to the vampires under her rule that these places do exist and are a determent to vampire kind as a whole? When one of her agents is taken prisoner, can he remain strong, or will he give into the League and give up the secrets of the VCAC guard?
This story takes place three years after where Dhampir Hereafter part two left off.
The music pounded in his head from the headphones, much too loud for his sensitive ears. To top it all it was a genre of music he'd never found particularly palatable. He had never understood the appeal of the bleeps and dips, of dropping the bass, of taking pre-existing songs and distorting them beyond recognition. Thanks to this constant bombardment, he now hated dubstep with a passion. He longed to reach up and rip the headphones from his head, but his arms were strapped to the chair, his legs too, he couldn't move.
He couldn't see either with the blindfold over his eyes and they put strong scents in the room to confuse his sense of smell. It was disorientating, lost in a world of darkness, pounding music and nauseating scents. It was hard to judge the passing of time and whether anyone was coming in or out of the room other than to feed him. They fed him to keep him healthy enough for when he caved in and helped them, but he would never betray his family, his fellow VCAC, most of all he would not betray his friends. He'd rather die than give in.
Suddenly the headphones and blindfold were pulled away. A light blinded him, but he blinked through the pain and looked into it, trying to see beyond it, but his captors always stayed just out of sight.
"You might as well give in." A voice that was being distorted electronically said from beyond the light.
He said nothing.
"You think you can wait this out and your VCAC friends will come get you? It ain't gonna happen. Right now your little partner who infiltrated our Mexican branch is being rounded up and soon she'll be brought back here and work for us."
Still the prisoner said nothing.
"If she doesn't, well there's more than one way to torture people and I've always had a thing for red heads."
The prisoner didn't react; he was certain they were relying on it. Maybe they only suspected his partner was working in the Mexican farm and wanted him to confirm it by reacting. He just held on stoically to the calm that he'd maintained, not letting them break him because he'd known their cruelty first hand from the day he was born until the age of four when he was rescued. That's why he'd vowed to help however he could until the evil trade in dhampir was eradicated.
"Right now she thinks she's safe, but our agents are moving in…"
Over two thousand miles south in a sprawling house on private land a figure skulked through the shadows. Ears alert to any sound out of the ordinary to the routine she'd become accustomed to over the last month, she let herself into the office. She moved stealthily over to the computer and turned it on, resisting the urge to tap her fingers impatiently in case the noise drew attention.
There was a letter opener on the desk, sharp and just what she needed. She grabbed it and biting her lip not to make a noise she moved her hand across the skin on her thigh until she found the right spot. She dug the letter opener into her flesh until she made a big enough hole to dig out the flash drive and small phial of blood within. She continued to bite her lip, ignoring her bleeding leg as she took the flash drive out of the protective bag and felt thankful when the computer came to the password screen.
She put the flash drive into the port and after typing in the password she'd been given; it started to copy everything on the hard drive. It was at times like this she was thankful to Masen and Layla for being so good with computers. Within five minuets the entire hard drive was copied and she pulled out the flash drive when it gave an almost imperceptible beep.
She put it back into the bag and then checked her thigh; it was already healing so she had to reopen the wound. She did so and put the flash drive inside the wound. She held her flesh together over the clip and bit the top off the phial of blood, drinking it back to speed up the process. With the blood drained she shut down the computer and checked her leg. It was healing.
She took up the phial in her hand and began making her way toward the door, but that's when she detected it, something not quite right. That's when a vampire stepped into the room. He wasn't expecting her and so she took him by surprise when she leapt up onto his back and clamped her hand over his mouth so he wouldn't make a sound as she drained the strength from his body.
Of course he stumbled about before his legs gave out, but luckily there wasn't much noise until she had to tear off his head. Even though she had drained everything from him she couldn't risk him recovering to raise the alarm but now she had to take him out she had to get out of there. She went to the window and checked, there were no alarm wires. That made it the quickest exit and there was a straight run of thirty feet to the fence. She checked for locks, there weren't any and the window opened easily, if there were any alarms they were silent.
She opened the window and without thinking dropped the sixty-foot to the ground below. She landed lightly on the concrete and broke into a run toward the fence. She had one last thought of what if it was electric before she was scaling it, and was dropping down onto scrubby grass beyond. She didn't bother with the dirt track but headed into the scrub on the other side, it would be easier to lose anyone following her.
She heard the alarms now way in the distance behind her, but it wouldn't take the vamps long to catch up with her and she was running out of ground fast, she hadn't realised they were so close to the ocean. Judging by the part of Mexico they were in, she might just hit Baja California and could call in from there before making her way north. Water would put them off her scent too.
With her mind made up she took a running leap off the cliff, pushing herself as far forward as she could in case of rocks and she fell through the air…
He was aware of someone else entering the room. There was a rustle of paper and then an amused laugh.
"Well looks like we won't need to torture her. She's joined us."
The prisoner let out a laugh, the first sound he'd made in the three weeks they'd held him.
"You don't believe us?"
The prisoner continued to laugh at their desperate attempt, little did they realise they'd just confirmed she'd got away. Stupid idiots. It was so funny.
"You won't win." He whispered. "You'll never win and how long do you think you'll live when she finds out you betrayed us?"
It was a gambit, something the prisoner wasn't sure about, but something he suspected because of how easy he'd been caught and the fact that he could sense his male captor was a dhampir, the female with him was a full vamp. Now the disorientation of the music had passed his extra sense could work again.
"You think I'm afraid of one little dhampir?"
"You always have been." The prisoner replied. "Ever since that time you tried to cop a feel and she beat your ass to the ground. It just cut you up that she chose me over you."
"Shut your mouth."
The prisoner laughed.
"Got ya." He said. "I wasn't sure but now I am." Then he continued to laugh.
"Shut up!"
The prisoner laughed.
"SHUT UP!"
The prisoner continued to laugh, caught up in the humour and the absurdity that his so called interrogator had lost control of the situation.
There was a flash from behind the light and he felt a sharp sting across his face. There was also a crunch noise; his cheekbone had been fractured. Didn't matter, it would soon heal. He couldn't help but laugh again, they'd lost control of the situation and they were getting angry now. He blinked into the face of the female vampire who was now perched on his lap, her red eyes full of rage as she scowled at him.
"We are not clowns for you to laugh at." The female vampire hissed in his face, and before he could respond her claws raked down his face leaving a fiery trail of pain in the wake of each talon, "We've tried the soft approach, now it's time for the real torture."
"You'll never turn me." The prisoner said defiantly.
"Too bad for you." The vampire said as she languidly licked his blood from her claw like nails as she got down from his lap and stood smoothly. "But so much better for me." She mused as she pulled an operation trolley into view. "Now where to begin." She said, hovering her hand over the instruments. "Let's start with the old reliable." She said as she picked up pliers. "I wonder how long it will take you to grow back your finger nails." She said wistfully as she took hold of his hand.
The prisoner refused to scream.
He would never give in…
They would rescue him…
They would…
They had to…
Chapter 1 will be up next week
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Thank you for reading
Gemma x