Chapter 4
(Raziel)
"Stop moving!" I snapped, this human was truly intolerable.
"But you're hurting me," came the swift reply, "you're tying them too tight!"
I rolled my eyes and sighed, exasperated but nevertheless I continued with my task. I was trying to dress Azrael's wounds with bandages I had made from tearing the shirt he had been wearing. I could not risk using Megara's trick again, not while I was already so weak. It was already taking all the willpower I had not to feed from him and be done.
Finally it was done and I collapsed against the wall surprisingly exhausted by my efforts. Azrael pulled himself up into a sitting position and looked at me. I could see that his eyes were having trouble focusing on me; he was obviously still reeling from the beating that they had given him on my behalf. He dragged himself across the floor to sit next to me which probably did more harm than good. I was trying to convince every instinct and reflex I possessed not to go for the neck of this man.
"We need to escape," he said simply and I could have slapped my hand to my head with his stupidity.
"A genius walks among us, I know we need to escape but how do you propose we do such a thing?" We sighed in unison for we knew that such a thing was barely possible.
"I have…one idea," Azrael muttered hesitantly. I raised an eyebrow as he leaned in to whisper the plan directly into my ear. It was a good plan and he had evidently thought about it, he would distract (somehow) the guard and once the door was open I would be able to take him from behind feeding and killing him so we could get out of the cell. Once there we just had to make a run for it and hope that we only met the minimum of guards. There was something in this, it was night time and the majority of the hunters would be out on patrol particularly after their renewed confidence that they would find something.
Despite his careful planning I could not help but voice my concerns, "I don't think I could take out the guard," I muttered, "Right now I don't think I can stand."
Azrael smirked, "I know, I've thought about that too." He pointed to his neck, "Take what you need from me and then the rest you can take for the guard."
I slapped his hand away from his neck harshly, "Don't be a damned fool," I hissed, "Do you have any idea what you're asking?"
He glared at me, "Of course I do," he snapped and again he pointed his neck, "look!" I struggled against the opportunity to drive my fangs into him and I followed the point of his finger. Even in the darkness I could see two pinpricks where his main artery was; I would not be the first to have fed from him. "I know what I'm letting myself in for. I know it hurts…for a while. I also know that I am not going to be able to fight my way out of here, but you on the other hand. You're my best chance of getting out of here alive."
I frowned, "why do you trust me to get you out too? I'd stand a much better chance of getting out of here alone."
"Well…" he shrugged, "that's a chance I'll have to take."
I couldn't stand it any longer and I gave into my most natural urge. His blood tasted sweeter than any I had ever tasted, of course that was because I had never gone this long without feeding before and I had to stop for a moment not to over indulge. I would have gladly drank him to death but somehow I managed to overcome my instinct and I pulled away from him, it didn't take me long to realize I'd taken too much. He was unconscious against the wall and from the looks of him he wouldn't be waking up any time soon. I cursed myself for not being able to hold off but the damage was done. My mind raced as I tried to think of a way out of this dilemma, but then it came to me.
The guard had been sitting outside the vampire's cell for what seemed like an age. He sighed heavily, it was annoying to say the least nothing had happened nor did it look like anything was going to happen. He stood up to stretch his arms, everything felt so stiff from days of sitting on the same hard chair for hours on end. He leaned forward from where he was to peer through the small window into the cell. He smirked, the man they had beaten earlier was lying in the middle of the cell; they must have beaten him very well. He picked up his torch and leant in closer still, allowing the light to flow into the cell somewhat. Then he noticed something new; a trickle of blood falling from his neck.
The vampire had fed after all.
"Couldn't hold it back anymore, vampire?!" he chuckled into the darkness. But there was no reply…nor was there any sound coming from the cell at all. The hunter frowned and peered closer but the vampire was not there. "Vampire?!" he shouted but he was met with the echo of his own voice. He opened the cell door, he vaguely thought about calling for help but if the vampire was merely hiding in the corner then his superior would not appreciate the late night call. The cell door creaked open to reveal as he had suspected an empty cell. "Vampire?!" he called again.
"Yes?" he heard a voice say from above. He looked up and the last thing he saw was Raziel coming down from above.
TBC