CHAPTER EIGHT

Midnight swallowed her fear and flashed a wry smile that lasted almost half a second.

"Well, Edgar. What brings you out of your pit?" Mia shot forward, blue flames flickering around her.

"You should respect your betters, Midnight" she snarled. Midnight raised that famous eyebrow and sighed.

"Let me know when they get here." Midnight reached out, grabbed the bars of her cage and simply them pushed them aside to allow enough space for her to climb out. Just as she was freed, Throttle dropped through the hole and grabbed Karbunckle by the throat. He did a double take when he noticed the bent bars and Midnight standing, cool as a cucumber, infront of it.

"So much for Plutarkian Steel" he said. Midnight winked at the tan mouse before turning her attention back to the fat fish that was cowering behind Edgar.

"Where's the mirror?" she asked. Fleur used her bilocation skills to appear between Throttle and Karbunckle. With an almost apologetic smile, she placed her hands on Throttle's chest and shoved him. The mouse flew across the room with a cry and his bike beeped in shock. Midnight jumped onto the nearest desk and leapt into the air, she caught Throttle by his leather vest and placed him on his feet beside her.

"Please! Vampires, aliens can we have a little calm here?" cried Edgar. He moved across the room towards Midnight, he reached out a hand to touch her face but Midnight snarled and tried to bite his fingers. Edgar chuckled and shook his head.

"We are meant to be together, you know. I have seen it. Have you changed your mind, dragostea mea?" Throttle blinked, Midnight had called him that back at the garage. He made a mental note to ask her what it meant when this was all over.

"I will never change my mind. I would rather die . . . Again" spat Midnight. Mia was so angry smoke was beginning to rise from her hair as more blue flames erupted around them. Midnight swallowed, if the pyro-kinetic vampire didn't calm down they would all be dust in the wind pretty soon.

Throttle made a slight gagging sound as Fleur wrapped her arm around his neck and forced him to the ground. It was a little strange to see a seven foot mouse pushed to his knees by a girl that looked no older than eighteen but Limburger seemed to find it highly amusing. He laughed and even applauded a little until Mia shot him a dangerous look. A shadow detached itself from a corner of the room and Midnight growled again. Drake, a member of Blackwing but as traitorous as they come, strolled into the light and threw a bloodied and broken body to the floor infront of him.

"Oh God, no" breathed Midnight. Riordan looked up at her through swollen eyelids as Drake kicked him in the ribs.