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Alive
John shut off his bike, sitting back and looking around the empty parking garage. Being on the outskirts of the city was safe enough, and they had used this particular garage before, albeit on a different level. Still, something just never felt right about being in the city anymore. If he and Erika ever managed to retire, he'd happily settle down in the middle of nowhere, bring Cynthia since they had been raising her as their adoptive daughter already. She was more than twenty now, but she still remained a child, both physically and in personality.
"Ready?" Erika asked.
"I think we should retire," John said. "Move to the middle of nowhere with Cynthia. Bring Kahn so he can clone blood for us. Bring Kahn some slut to keep him busy in his free time."
Erika smiled, shaking her head. "That would be wonderful. But first, we need to make the world safe for vampires and lycans both. It's what we chose to do and we're not giving up."
John smiled. "I think we've been together too long. My stubbornness is starting to rub off on you."
"We can worry about things rubbing off on me when we get home," Erika winked. "For now, we have a human business to destroy for trying to cure us."
"Right," John said. "Priorities. Mass murder, then jumping on the bed and moaning loudly just to piss off the coven. Got it."
He smacked the back of his hand to his forehead in a mock salute and Erika laughed again.
"What's gotten into you today?" Erika asked.
"I'm not sure," John said. "I'm just in a good mood I guess."
"Now I know something's wrong," Erika said as they walked to the roof of the parking garage. "You're never in a good mood anymore unless we're in bed or making out. Which is usually what we're doing in bed."
John laughed, shaking his head before taking a breath and growing quiet, staring out at the city, the burn marks and bullet holes still remaining, scars of the Purge. Erika was silent as well, seeing the same thing he was. Fires, vampires and lycans being gunned down and burned in the streets, their entire way of life ending.
"Let's go," John said, his voice low and emotionless once again.
Erika nodded and they ran to the edge of the roof, leaping to the next, then again to the next. As they landed on the third roof, a small boy turned toward them from the side of the roof, staring at them. John and Erika froze, watching the boy. He couldn't have been more than thirteen. After a moment, the boy smiled.
"You guys are vampires aren't you?" the boy asked. "That's so cool!"
"Most people wouldn't think so," John smiled. "Listen, can you do us a favor?"
"Sure," the boy smiled.
"Can you keep this a secret?" John asked. "We're on a very important mission. We're looking for our son."
"Your son?" the boy asked.
"That's right," John nodded. "He was taken from us a year ago, but we think we know where to find him. So we're going to go and get him and take him home."
"I see," the boy said, staring at the roof. "My mom was taken a year ago too. A bunch of men with guns came in and told us my mom was needed for questioning. They said they worked for Antigen. But then my mom never came home."
"What's her name?" John asked.
"Eva," the boy said.
"Tell you what," John said, kneeling in front of him. "If we see you mom, we'll bring her back. Okay? But you can't tell anyone you saw us."
"Okay!" the boy smiled.
"Good boy," John smiled, ruffling the boy's hair.
Then, he and Erika took off again, jumping from roof to roof more quickly.
"She's dead, isn't she?" Erika asked.
"Most likely," John nodded. "If it was Antigen, then she was either a vampire or a lycan. Probably a lycan. They'd have killed her immediately. Unless they were testing the cure. In which case, she may be alive. Or she may be dead anyway."
Erika nodded. "If it was cure testing, then for her sake I hope she's dead."
John nodded as well. Finally they stopped on the edge of a roof looking out at the Antigen building. Just as they did, Selene leapt out of one of the windows, bouncing on a trailer truck and rolling to the back, grabbing on and struggling to climb back up.
"Selene," John breathed. "She's alive."
"Holy shit," Erika breathed. "Let's go!"
As they leapt to the ground, the truck driver slammed on his breaks, throwing Selene to the ground in front of the truck. John raced to stop the man but just as he reached the road, the man fired his pistol, putting a bullet in Selene's head. Except, she didn't die. As John watched, she turned back around then shot forward, grabbing the man and bending him backward, biting him and almost instantly draining him dry, the bullet forcing its way out of her body as she did, the bullet hole sealing.
"Oh my god," John said, Selene spinning, aiming the man's pistol at him only to sigh, lowering it.
"John," Selene said. "Thank God."
John hugged her, Selene hugging him back as Erika walked over, Selene hugging her as well. Then, she stepped back, looking around.
"Where are we?" Selene asked.
"Same city," John said. "Twelve years after you and Michael were attacked."
"I see," Selene nodded. "Come on. We need to get out of here."
John nodded and they all ran away from the Antigen building, finding a warehouse for clothes to be stored where Selene got a coat to go over her tight leather outfit. It wasn't a great disguise, but it would do better than her signature leather, which somehow screamed vampire to humans. As Selene walked away from the clothes, she stopped at a long glass display case, the kind that one would expect to find guns in years ago. Now, though, there was everything from silver blades and bullets, to UV rounds, to lycan and vampire teeth, and even a radio with a tag that claimed it had been used by vampires to during a fight against the humans. John smirked and picked the lock, opening the case and tossing Selene a couple mags of silver bullets and a silver knife. Selene nodded to him and slipped the knife into an inside pocket on her jacket as John also got himself and Erika a few mags of silver bullets, since their pistols had all been customized to use the same one-size-fits-all pistol mags that humans now used, and then filled his pockets with extra bullets for the coven.
"Why so many?" Selene asked.
"We found a surviving coven," John said. "Silver bullets work as well on humans as a normal bullet, so why not?"
"Fair enough," Selene nodded. "What have I missed?"
"Raze is alive and trying to gather followers, but he thinks someone is turning feral lycans into an army. Aside from that, we still don't know what happened to Amelia, our coven is filled with vampires who have been trained to fight like death dealers thanks to yours truly, Kahn makes cloned blood for us now, in addition to handling the weapons, and Erika and I are married."
Selene rounded on him, smiling widely. "Congratulations!"
John smiled as Selene hugged Erika, admiring both her diamond engagement ring and the silver wedding band Erika wore with it. Just then, police sirens wailed and they all ran out of the warehouse, ducking into a back alley and waiting as the cops walked toward the warehouse only to stop as their sirens began to go off. John pulled his earbuds out, listening.
"All units, code three call receiving a report of an assault under the X Thirty Nine underpass," the voice said. "Possible non-human aggressor. Proceed with caution. CDC already en route. All area units respond."
"S-S-Someone was at-t-tacked by a l-l-lycan or v-v-vampire," John said, putting his earbuds back in. "This way." He turned, running away from the warehouses, Erika and Selene following, only for Selene to stop, holding a hand to her head, breathing harder. "Selene. You okay?"
"I'm...seeing something," Selene said. "I'm at an underpass."
"You're seeing the attack?" John asked. "Helpful yet confusing. Let's go. We'll figure out why once we're there. It's not far."
Selene nodded and they took off again, trying desperately to reach the underpass before the humans.
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