Re-edited chapter 2 yayyyy
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The useless cur and witch had not returned. What was taking them so long? Gaius had made a simple request. They were to bring him a healthy woman. How hard was it to grant this request in fricken New York City!
Gaius sat down in one of the chairs and pulled out a piece of paper. It was a picture of his love, his Dara. She stood in the pictures smiling brightly, her long dark hair flowing behind her as her yellow dress fluttered in the wind. He missed her, he missed holding her warm body against him and kissing her soft lips. His heart ached and his soul felt empty. His entire being had disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Dara was burned alive at the stack as he stood helplessly. He would have burned with her if he could have ran up to embrace her. However in an effort to bring her back he had sold his soul to the Dark Lord. He did his bidding with the hope of holding Dara again. However even a vampire questions his reason for living. His reason was Dara but with her gone should he have ended his life in order to reunite with her?That idea was foolish because deep inside Gaius knew she was too pure for any hell he would end up in.
The door rattled as the witch Sally and big Cur Dolf entered the apartment. Gaius stood up. "Finally and here I was thinking you had run away together."
The cur snarled, "I prefer my women magic free."
"And I prefer my men free of flees and ticks." The witch glared at the cur through her eyeliner cover eyes before turning back to Gaius. "It was hard to find a poor helpless woman in the middle of the night while it's pouring but we managed it."
Gaius looked at the women slung over the cur's shoulder. "Put her in the room."
The cur trotted off to do as he was told and Gaius turned back to the witch. "Have you found the location of the prophet yet?"
The witch put her hands on her small waist and glared at him. "You had me looking for your dinner not the prophet."
Gaius walked towards her and she instinctively backed away...smart witch. "I don't care! My blood source has been found so go and find the prophet's location before I rip off those hideous pigtails."
She narrowed her eyes with a look of hate before storming off to where ever she did her magic. Once she had served her purpose Gaius intended to drain her of every single drop of blood until she's was dry as prune. With that thought he went into the bedroom holding his dinner. It was getting harder to find victims for blood without provoking suspicion. It would be a matter of time before the closest vampire clan got skeptical. Therefore he had to be picky and choose women who had no close connections and would not be missed. He had to do what was necessary and survive until his task was finished. He would kill any worthless life I order to do just that. The faster he had his fill of the women with both blood and pleasure the better. He walked in as Dolf was shackling her wrists. Where the hell the shackles had come from he did not have a clue. They gave the bedroom a S&M vibe.
He waved a hand to the cur. "Leave."
The cur scurried out and slammed the door behind him. The lighting in the room was dim adding a warm glow over the walls. Gaius looked at the woman. She had black hair that fell to her shoulders, with little rain drops clinging to the strands. He took notice of her olive skin tone that was accentuated by the dim lighting. She was beautiful and he didn't need to see her face to determine that. She still wore her drenched coat along with dark Bermuda shorts. They didn't matter since he would take them off soon.
She groaned as she slowly lifted her head. Shit... Whoever knocked me out is in deep..."
She trailed off as her eyes met with Gaius's. She had dark midnight eyes and beautifully curved lips which revealed her foreign heritage. He caught his breath realizing how similar they were not in looks but features.
Gaius knelt down beside her. "It looks like the witch did a good job for once not another whore."
The girl's lip twitched and anger flared in her eyes "Hey sorry for not being a whore but if you want to find one in New York City it's really easy dial fricken 911!"
"Who said I needed a whore." He ran a finger down her cheek. Her hair, her skin and her eyes were the same color as Dara.
"What the hell is wrong with you, kidnapping a innocent girl in the middle of the night?" Her nostrils flared as she struggled with the shackles.
"I was not your kidnapper only the recipient."
"Yeah, that doesn't make you any less guilty."
Gaius chuckled, "well then I am as guilty as charged." He looked her over once again. "You look so much like her."
"Heh?"
He touched her dark hair feeling it's softness, even the same texture as Dara's. "My sweet Dara".
He took in her scent. She smelled of something sweet and warm like lavender and vanilla, there was another scent but he could not distinguish it. His fangs started to ache as he looked at her neck and the sweet blood flowing just beneath the skin. He grabbed her hand and turned it over. There was a small gash in the delicate skin.
"How did you get this?" He growled.
"I dont know. I was knocked out, remember?" She struggled to free her hand.
Gaius lowered his head and licked the small cut. He could taste the fine blood and all it's richness. However this wasn't completely human blood there was a hint of something else. He licked it again and felt her shudder.
"Let go!" She practically shouted as she struggled to pull her hand away. She was strong, stronger than a normal human female.
"I'm not done." Gaius made a small opening in her skin with his fang. The rich liquid flowing out. He licked it slowly before biting down, feeling her tremble and with a small cry she managed to choke out "What the hell?"
She bit her lip but Gaius felt her body enjoying it. Her warm body and scent gave him a deep desire in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to touch every curve of her body and feel her soft skin against his. He smirked at the thought of bedding her wild spirit. He would have fun with this one but for now he would enjoy the intoxicating bliss that her blood presented.
He was not going to kill her she reminded him so much of Dara. Just like he could never kill Dara he would not be able to kill the similar woman.
"Damn you." She shuddered as he licked her wound shut. "Your a vampire."
Gaius stood up and dusted his pants.
"Yes indeed." He smiled, showing off his lengthened fangs then turned and walked to the door.
"Shit, I landed in the twilight zone." He heard her mutter under her breath and smiled.
Gaius wasn't going to do her tonight. But the wait would be worth it after all she wasn't going anywhere.
Daemon got out of the black Audi A8 as inaudibly as his vampire reflexes allowed. The car stood in an empty street lit by very few light posts. The dark would conceal the arrival of the vampires but only for a short time.
The building in front of them was an old apartment complex with rusty fire escapes and discolored paint. He motioned to the other vampires, the five large Ravens and Jagr. They were his strongest comrades.
"Alright the Hexes on us will only last for a couple minutes and once they have faded our presence will become immediately known." Daemon regarded his comrades. They all wore black including himself with multiple blades strapped to their backs and daggers tucked into their heavy boots. The vampires did not need the heavy artillery, they were dangerous all on their own. The weapons were merely a precaution.
"Jagr take the south entrance right below the fire escape, and the rest surround the building." The vampires nodded. Daemon dashed across the street towards the west side of the hideous building. His movements were fast and unnoticeable to the average eye. He stood in the shadow of the building, the dark cloud of his power looming around him.
His eyes swept over the area. There was a cellar door to his left and six feet from where he stood, a window. He didn't need to be a genius, though he practically was, to know that taking the window would be a stupid idea. He glanced at the dull doors of the cellar or basement He wasn't sure what the hell it was. They were rusty enough he could pry them open if he dislodged them from the hinges.
Daemon grabbed the handle of the door and gave a small yank, the door easily dislocated. What lay beyond was unnoticeable due to the pitch black darkness. He followed the stairs leading down as his eyes quickly adjusted. The cellar or basement was full of junk and gave off a musty smell that was common to cold wet places. Daemon lightly moved scraps out of his way, the junk was literally everywhere and he was careful not to knock anything over for it would give his position away. When he had reached a door Daemon turned the handle and luckily it was open. It saved him the small trouble of jerking the handle from the door. The door didn't even creak when he opened it, a shock considering the manner of the old thing. The room leading out of the basement was in no better shape. The paint was an ugly yellow color and peeling off the walls. The floor was dirty and covered with more junk, old newspapers, metal chairs and tables.
At the moment Daemon was not happy about getting dust on his boots and regretted not wearing some ugly sneakers that would suit the shitty place. He made his way to the stairs. They led up to an empty flat where Jagr stood waiting. Daemon was surprised the vampire hadn't already done something dangerous.
Jagr glanced over. "Taking your time I see."
Daemon smiled, "I am in no hurry."
"I am, I would like to go home to Reagan rather than stay in this dump."
"As you wish let's go." Daemon had just finished the sentence when Jagr took off towards the next floor. "So impatient."
Daemon followed. The blond vampire was already ahead and it took only a few seconds to arrive at the next level. However as Daemon had just entered the open space he saw Jagr with a hostage.
"Done wthout a sound, not bad," Daemon commented.
"I try." Jagr let go of the huge cur and it landed on the floor with a thud!
"We have come this far without a sound and you go and do this, was there a need to drop a huge thing like him." Daemon shook his head.
"I like a welcoming party," He shrugged.
"I'm sure it's not going to be the entourage you were expecting."
A smile twitched at the end of Jagr's lips. "I am a humble person I take what I'm given."
Daemon rolled his eyes as two more curs walked in through big metal doors.
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