A/N: On to chapter four. There will be 7 chapters overall, and i currently have planned at least 5 'cases' for Ryan later on. And with my imagination there will be even more for our little Wolfe. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do own Ryan, he's about two inches and lives with his brother Greg. I keep them in a cage, and they're surprisingly furry. Unfortunately I own hampsters, CBS and Jerry B. and the writers and stchuff own the real CSI Miami. Oh! But I do own Kendrel, and the vampire.
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Kendrel had in fact waited on Ryan's couch until he had woken up and gotten dressed. He was surprised and still a little angry but he managed to hide it well. His OCD tendencies managed to delay them before leaving the house for Horatio's though. It seemed that Puff, his little orange kitten, had decided to have fun while he was sleeping, and he just couldn't stand to leave the house knowing that it was in the condition that it was.
It seemed that Horatio had been expecting them when they arrived at his mansion. Ryan vaguely thought that maybe Kendrel had called to tip him off. "Am I correct in assuming that you managed to connect the cases, Mr. Wolfe?" Ryan was almost annoyed when he kept calling him Mr. Wolfe.
"Yes, I was. I was also able to connect it to last night's murder too." Horatio nodded smirking. "I, um, think that I might need that help you offered before, about the weapons."
"You told him about Calleigh? After meeting him once?" Kendrel asked interested.
"Well I hadn't given him her name." Horatio chuckled. "But yes, I had mentioned something about a weapons maker should he need one, and it seems that he does."
"Did you know that I was going to need to talk to her? That it was a vampire that was causing all this." Horatio nearly shrugged and Kendrel rolled her eyes.
"Don't let him fool you, he knows more then he's letting on." Kendrel whispered to him. Ryan just nodded his head as they followed Horatio farther into the house than he had previously traveled. They turned the corner and Ryan noticed that the décor of the house seemed to change a little. They were a little brighter, the windows tinted with yellow and the walls a soft cream color that easily accentuated the light. At the end of the hall was a set of double doors and Horatio pushed them open. Ryan paused slightly and Kendrel brushed past him rolling her eyes.
They had entered a large room that was more like a workshop. The walls were decorated with different weapons, and the tables that were littered around the room held half molded weapons or prototypes of new ones. "Hi, Horatio." Ryan blinked at the voice. He turned to see a tall woman with long blonde hair wearing a bright smile, her voice coated with sunshine and joy. "What brings you guys down here?"
"Our new friends needs some help," Horatio motioned towards Ryan and Kendrel pulled him forward. "He seems to be dealing with a particularly nasty vampire."
"Hunted, or hunting?" Calleigh asked simply moving to a table that was in the corner against the wall. She opened a large drawer and started to pull out random objects that Ryan didn't recognize right away.
"Hunted," Kendrel responded.
"Wait, what's the difference?" Ryan finally found his voice.
"You're either being hunted, or you're doing the hunting." Calleigh smiled at him, and it somehow managed to almost put him at ease. "You poor boy, you're going to have a tough time." She pulled out a duffle bag then pulled him over. "Alright, this is your basic stake," she held up the sharp pointed piece of wood and dropped it into the bag. She did this to every weapon to show him, and if she had to, explain how to use it. "A cross bow if you need it, but not loaded. I'm afraid that you would accidentally shot yourself, also a small quiver to go with it. The tips are just wood, so don't think that it's going to kill anything else, just vampires. And of course your everyday, run of the mill, holy water." Calleigh grinned and dropped the bottles into a pocket in the duffel bag.
Ryan's eyes were wide and he stared at the bag, then at Calleigh and over to Horatio and Kendrel who were standing next to each other. "What do you mean a rough time?" Ryan tried to keep his voice down a couple octaves that might sound natural. "Just how much trouble am I in?"
"I don't know if that's something you want to hear, Ryan," he turned his eyes to look at Kendrel who had spoken. "You probably should have dropped the case sooner," she smirked when Ryan narrowed he eyes at her.
"I will not drop the case, not now. I'm so close to finding this man, and I won't let him keep on killing." Ryan stated grabbing the bag off of Calleigh's bench. He gave Kendrel another hard look before turning on his heel and promptly left the room and more than likely the house.
Calleigh smirked as he walked out and she turned to look at Horatio and Kendrel. "He certainly is full of spirit. It's probably what's going to get him killed."
Kendrel merely nodded her head. "And unfortunately, I think I'm going to be the one who's going to have to save him."
Ryan was laying on his couch later that night watching some obscure movie on TV. He wasn't really paying attention with his pillows propped up behind his back. The sun had set a few hours ago, and something was screaming in him to get up and make sure that Calleigh's duffle bag was close by where he could easily grab it. Heaving a sigh Ryan pushed himself up off the couch. Kendrel had told him not to answer the door unless he knew who it was, and that would stop by after she got done at the club tonight. Puff had retreated somewhere, probably outside hunting the mice and squirrels.
Ryan came out with the duffel bag and dropped it on the floor. He ran a hand through his hair and walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. He didn't want to be treated like a child, like he had to be babysat at all times. Ryan was also pretty sure that the killer, vampire, whatever they insisted on calling him, wasn't going to attack tonight anyway. He killed every other day, not everyday. He turned with a mug in his hands of warm tea and walked back out towards the living room where his weapons were.
The mug was suddenly pulled from Ryan's hands and thrown to the ground. "Glad to finally find you alone." Ryan was then spun around to face the man that had attacked him twice. Ryan's eyes widened when the man's eyes seemed to glow a golden yellow and he bared his fangs. Ryan turned to run but the creature grabbed his wrist tightly and brought him back, slamming Ryan's back against his chest.
"If you kill me now," Ryan tried to keep his voice calm but knew that he was failing miserably, "you'll be breaking your trend." The man laughed and it sent shivers down Ryan's spine. His laugh wasn't cheerful or aimed at something that was funny, it full of malice.
"But you seem to forget, little investigator," he whispered into Ryan's ear, mouth moving down towards his neck. "You're not connected to my usual victims. You're a kill just for fun." Ryan closed his eyes and tried to get away again, knowing that he could never overpower him, but he had to try. "Maybe if you stop wriggling, I'll let you decide how you want to go. If you want me to kill you completely, or to bring you back."
Ryan shivered and grabbed the vampire's hand trying to flip him off. The vamp growled and grabbed Ryan's chin forcefully, holding it painfully still. Ryan whimpered at the force and the strain. "So you don't get to choose how your life ends, I do." He growled then quickly sank his fangs into Ryan's neck, breaking the skin easily but painfully. Ryan cried out and started to claw at the vamp's arms. The more Ryan moved the deeper he went with his fangs, and the harder he clamped his teeth down. Ryan slowly stopped fighting back, feeling the loss of his strength ebb away with the loss of his blood. He closed his eyes and whimpered once more before giving in, knowing he was going to die.
There was growl and hissing suddenly. Ryan dropped to the ground, his eyes quickly closing, feeling unconsciousness coming ever closer. He managed to move his head and saw his cat Puff being thrown by the vamp. He wanted to say something, to stop him, but felt his limbs were heavy like lead. The vamp looked down at Ryan and growled, kicking him in the stomach hard and left before Puff could make a return attack. Ryan's breathing slowed down and he lay on his floor, being able to feel the blood flow from his neck and onto the floor. He lay there waiting for death to take him.
Kendrel knocked on Ryan's door and waited. She figured that maybe Ryan had fallen asleep on the couch or something. After a few more minutes she knocked again and sighed. It didn't usually take him this long though. She reached up and grabbed the key that Ryan had placed above the door, just in case he ever forgot his own set, which was unlikely. Opened the door she sensed that something was wrong. "Ryan??" She got no answer and started to inspect the apartment, going for the bedroom first. All she found there was Puff who had lay down on the bed and was asleep, though her fur was puffed up like she had recently been disturbed. "Ryan!" Kendrel called again.
She had called Ryan right before the club opened and he said that he was going to be alright. She had hoped that in four hours he had done something stupid. Walking out of his bedroom she saw the duffel bag of weapons sitting by the couch, the bag unzipped. He would have used something if he was in danger. She turned the corner and her eyes widened and she ran over to Ryan's pale body on the floor.
"Ryan, wake up," she started to lightly slap his cheek. He let out a low moan and she quickly grabbed his cell phone that was lying a few feet away on the floor. She lifted his head out of the small pool of blood that had started to form underneath him and she inspected his neck, cursing that it took her so long to get here. Kendrel quickly called an ambulance, telling them where Ryan lived and that he had lost a lot of blood. Her next phone call was to Eric.
It took a couple of rings but Eric finally picked up. "Delko," he answered in groggy voice that was laced with sleep. "This had better be good."
"Ryan was attacked," Kendrel stated while she pressed her sleeve to Ryan's neck, which emitted another groan of pain. "God, Ryan! Wake up! He's lost a lot of blood."
She could hear some shuffling and noises on the other side of the phone. "Shit, I knew it!" He sounded angry and somewhat saddened at the same time. "I told him! Is he going to be alright?"
"I don't know," Kendrel answered honestly. "He's pretty pale as it is, and has a chill. I already called the ambulance, just meet us at the hospital, I'm going to try and stop the bleeding." She hung up before Eric could say anything else.
Kendrel looked down at Ryan and frowned. He was starting to shake from the chill but still hadn't regained consciousness. She had no idea how long he had been sitting here but she knew that this did not look good at all for him.
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A/N: Hope you liked. I actually have all the chapters written, I'm just going through and trying to catch big mistakes. I'm horrible at re-reading my stories. I love reviews, they keep me going. Thanks!
