A/N: As usual, sorry it's been so long. Another fandom caught my muse's fancy.
The sound of beeping roused Ericka from a calm sleep. She blinked a few times and tried to focus her eyes. Her arms tried to move, but they were stuck.
Confused, she leaned forward slightly and tried to identify what was holding them back. Blurs became shapes, and eventually she was able to make out the object restraining her wrists.
Handcuffs. A gasp tore from her throat, and she started pulling at them. They refused to budge, even with her superhuman strength. Her breathing increased, and she heard the beeps getting louder.
She looked around the room and realized she was tied down to a hospital, but she wasn't in a hospital. It was darker than normal, and there were no announcements being shouted through speakers.
Ericka slowly started to remember the events of the past few days. Her eyes squeezed shut when she realized that she was probably prisoner at Chthon.
Her parents were going to kill her.
With a glance to her right, she saw a tray of medical tools just out of her reach. Her attention turned back to her restraints, and she tried to break through them.
"Oh sweetie, that is not going to work. You were drugged pretty heavily, and those handcuffs are made of titanium," Chase said and as she entered the room with a dazzling smile.
"Let me go! Please!" Ericka begged, and she swore Chase's smile grew wider.
"Oh, I do love it when they beg," she practically sang as she approached Ericka's bed.
"Want do you want? My parents can give it to you!" Ericka said.
Chase reached out to firmly grasp Ericka's jaw.
"We already have it." Chase held up a small glass vial filled with blood.
Ericka froze. No.
"This is only a start, and it looks very useful for our plans. You know, I can keep you alive for years while harvesting your blood. I could make fortune selling the blood of the only three-species hybrid. Fortunately for you, you will face a quick death. I am in current need of all of your blood and organs, and I needed them yesterday."
The beeping on the machine became faster and louder, and it drew Chase's attention. She quickly went over to a medical drawer and withdrew a syringe. She injected it into a bag that Ericka noticed was attached to the IV in her arm.
After a few seconds, she felt a little calmer and more relaxed. Chase was next to her again.
"Well, we can't have you dying from a heart attack. We need you alive from some of the operations," Chase purred, and Ericka was beginning to hate her voice.
"Chase," a male called out. Chase left the room, and Ericka felt herself trying to come up with an escape plan. She couldn't let them dissect her.
She felt her heart rate pick up again as she recounted all the nightmares she had about this exact situation. While she was trying to focus and calm down, she overheard Chase's conversation.
"We can't keep Marcus in the dark about this. He needs to know so that we can get Daystar moving," the male said.
"He does not find out until her organs are in coolers and her blood in bags. This is a surprise for him. Besides, if something goes wrong, we won't get the lecture," Chase responded.
Ericka sighed in relief. So the rest of Chthon didn't know. That was perfect. She quickly surveyed the room and looked for objects that could be used as weapons. The creepy medical instruments were now looking like her friends.
She took a few deep calming breaths and focused on her anger. She brought up memories of being kidnapped, of assassination attempts on her life, of being used by people she thought loved her. Her eyes flew open, and she knew they were glowing. She used the energy flowing through her and sent it down her arms.
With a sharp yank, the handcuffs snapped easily. She eased the IV out of her arm and removed the rest of needles and wires she was hooked up to. She secured her hospital gown and armed herself with medical equipment.
Not long after she grabbed a few, Chase breezed into the room. Without even thinking, she slammed Chase against the wall and held her up by the throat.
Ericka raised her hand to stab her with a scalpel, but someone grabbed her by the hair and yanked back. She released and Chase and twirled around to kick her attacker. With the doorway clear, she sped out of there. She was in a dark hallway with very little medical personnel. All of their attention turned towards her, and she bolted.
She ran down the hallway, knocking down anyone who was in her way. She made it to the end of the hall and saw that they were in a really high building.
Ericka saw Chase coming up on her fast, so she pushed the door open into the stairwell. She ran down the stairs so fast that she tripped and rolled down a few flights. When Chase caught up to her, the older woman tried to grab her but fell as well.
Ericka kicked and punched Chase away and sprang to her feet. She entered the tenth floor and took off running once more. This floor was empty and eerie. There were no lights and no people. She frantically looked for an exit, but Chase seemed to be blocking the only way out of the building.
Becoming winded, Ericka ran down a dead end hallway and froze.
"There is no escape for you. Even an extraordinary vampire such as yourself won't walk away from that type of fall," the blonde said as she advanced on Ericka.
The panic rose in Ericka once again, and she felt any remaining sedatives being overwhelmed by adrenaline. Her eyes were still glowing. The only reason she knew was that it was the only source of light in the area. She glanced behind her once more.
"Then I'll limp away," she declared. She threw herself back and felt the glass give. Little shards cut into her skin, and she used her arms to cover her face.
The plummet to the ground happened faster than she anticipated. Her heart fluttered in terror as she could sense the ground rushing towards her. She braced herself for the pain as she made contact with the concrete.
She had managed to protect her head from the impact, but the rest of her body was in a bad condition. She laid on the concrete hyperventilating as the pain overwhelmed all of her other senses. She couldn't hear or see the commotion around her. She was too focused on the fact that every breath felt like someone was stabbing her.
Ericka 's eyes opened, but she couldn't see. Her vision was dim, and what little she saw was blurry. Breathing didn't calm her, and she tried counting in her head to deal with the pain. She could feel every broken bone and every punctured organ. She had never felt pain to this degree, and she briefly wished to die to be relieved of it.
She remained motionless on the ground while her body slowly healed. She could feel the bones moving, but they weren't moving fast enough. She needed to get off the streets before Chthon found her. The adrenaline was still pumping, and she wondered if that was the reason why she was still able to think clearly.
Slowly her senses returned to her, and she was able to see and hear again. There were two people standing over her. One was a man who was checking her wounds, while the other was a woman who on her cellphone calling for an ambulance.
She wished that she could tell them to stop, but her mouth wasn't working yet. So she remained quiet as the man looked her over.
He checked her face for injuries, and Ericka found herself staring at his neck. The artery was practically bulging, taunting her. She licked her lips, and before she could resist, her fangs were sinking into his neck.
The burst of sweetness on her tongue made her moan. The man tried to tear himself away, but her broken limbs held onto him tightly. She drank deeply, hearing his heart beat in the distance. She could feel the blood repairing her bones and organs.
The mans's struggles started to wane, and Ericka could no longer hear the steady beat of his heart. She ripped her mouth from his neck and stared in horror. At that moment, the woman turned around and saw them.
Ericka was on her before she could scream. Tears ran down her face as her body forced her to drain the woman underneath her. When she was done, she dropped the lifeless body to the ground. Her bones were able to hold her weight now, and she had enough energy to make an escape.
She didn't want to. She looked at the two bodies that had been emptied of their blood, and she wanted to puke. She gagged a few times, but her body refused to give up the blood.
"They're dead," she whispered to herself in horror. "I killed them." Her mind frantically searched for solutions, but she could find none. They were too far gone to be turned, and the police would be here any minute.
Ericka's ears alerted her to the sirens in the distance. She looked in the direction in fear, and it only escalated when she heard a door open behind her. Chase was there with a body guards behind her. She looked from Ericka to the two bodies.
Ericka backed away and ran, knowing they wouldn't be able to follow her. She hid when the sirens passed. She was out of Chthon's clutches for now, but they would come for her again.
She managed to work her way out of the search area, and she began thinking of what to do next. She couldn't call either of her parents, but she could call her mother's organization.
She made sure she was a few miles away before she went to payphone and dialed the emergency number.
"Subject R0S3 needs a safe place immediately," she whispered into the phone.
"Authorization code," the computerized voice on the others side said.
"Silver blade."
"We have your position, and a representative will be at your location within five minutes."
Ericka hung up the phone and stayed in the shadows until a black town car pulled up.
"Code," the person who stepped out of the car said.
"Silver blade. Subject R0S3."
The man checked his phone and nodded. He motioned to the car with his head. "Get in."
Ericka clambered into the car and breathed a sigh of relief. The man sitting next to her looked her over.
"Do you need medical attention at the safe site?" he asked.
Ericka thought about for a second before shaking her head. "No, I'm fine. As long as there are medical supplies and blood, I'll be fine."
"Alright then. You know we have to report this right?"
Ericka stared straight ahead and sighed. "Yes, I know."
"Just a reminder," he said.
The ride to the safe house was thirty minutes away. The path that led to it was one way. It was a small compound that would serve as living quarters for the duration of her time in Detroit. Once she was inside, her bodyguard swept it to make sure it was safe. He left her alone to get settled.
Ericka went straight to the shower and washed all the blood off her body. She scrubbed herself hard until her skin was raw. Then she drank several cups of warm blood to help speed along her healing process.
She grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch. She flipped through the channels, looking for any news on the couple she killed. It hadn't hit the news stations yet, so she decided to go to bed.
She had a fitful sleep with those two faces haunting her dreams.
A/N: This story might be an update once a month type of thing. My life is going to get really busy again, so I might not have much time to devote to this story.