A/N: If you saw it in the movie, I don't own it. If you didn't, it came out of my twisted mind, and it belongs to me.
The first thing to catch Jeanne's attention was the low sound of voices, coming from somewhere around her. She couldn't tell whose they were. Cautiously, she opened her eyes and looked around. She didn't recognize anything in the dark room.
"We shouldn't have run that car off the road. He'll be pissed when he's told. And the other one, you saw his face when he saw the girl."
"Who cares about that? Frenchie was supposed to be mine, but someone's already turned her. He'll have to answer for that, He promised she was mine to turn."
Gradually, Jeanne could pinpoint the voices, but they were coming through the wall. They weren't actually in the room with her.
"David? David, can you hear me?"
"Jeanne? Tell me where you are. We're coming."
"I don't know. I don't recognize this place. It looks industrial, from what I can see."
The room was so dark that she could just barely make out the walls. They looked to be made of steel. As her vision, and head, began to clear, she saw that she wasn't alone in the room. A young woman was with her, cowering in a corner.
"Laurel? Laurel Emerson?"
Jeanne recognized the girl. Celine had begun spending a lot of time with her.
"Who's there?"
The girl looked around but didn't focus on her, and it finally occurred to Jeanne that she couldn't see in the pitch dark. Not surprising, considering that Jeanne was having difficulty adjusting to the blackness, even with her vampiric vision.
"It's Jeanne Laurent. Celine's sister."
"What are we doing here?"
"David, the Emerson girl is here as well."
"Did you see who took you?"
"No. But I hear two on the other side of the wall. I don't know how many are actually here."
"Jeanne?"
The somewhat desperate tone of her question made Jeanne realize that she'd never answered. Jeanne carefully picked her way across the room, trying not to further upset her still less than perfect equilibrium. Just how hard had she been hit? She slid down the wall to sit beside Laurel.
"I'm here Laurel. Can you tell me what happened? Where's Celine?"
She knew that her sister was supposed to be with this girl tonight. She hoped against hope they hadn't taken Celine as well.
"We were driving down to the beach when they came out of nowhere, and ran us off the road. They flew at us. How can anyone actually fly? It's impossible."
Jeanne got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and it was warring with the anger she felt at the ones who'd taken her. Their car had been forced off the road?
"What happened then, Laurel?"
She could feel the younger girl shaking like a leaf, and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"We went over the railing, down the embankment. Then I don't know. I swear I saw Uncle Sammy, but that can't be. He's dead. Dad said he was dead."
"Laurel, what happened to Celine?"
She was starting to fear the worst. If Celine was alright, she would be here with Laurel, wouldn't she? Unless she escaped?
"She didn't make it," Laurel started to sob, and held onto Jeanne. "We landed upside down, and I saw Celine—she didn't move! I called and called her, but she didn't wake up! She was dead! I tried and tried to wake her up!"
Jeanne felt herself begin to go numb, as Laurel cried in her arms. Celine was dead? She'd finally lost the last of her family?
"Jeanne?"
She knew David would be worried at the sudden change, but she ignored him for the moment.
"How did you get here?"
"They pulled me out of the car. One of them bit me, and then he made me drink his blood! What's wrong with them? Why would anyone do something like that?"
"Do you know who it was?"
"Some of the Surf Nazi's, I think. But there was one that looked like Sam. But Dad said he died three years ago, it can't be Sam!"
Sam. So, Frogman had been telling the truth about his brother getting turned, and turning Sam Emerson. He was one of the vampires trying to take over Santa Carla, maybe even the head of this new coven. Would he really have run his niece off the road?
"How long ago was this, Laurel?"
"Maybe an hour. I don't know. As soon as we got back, they put me in here. They you came in just a few minutes ago."
"Did you see anything coming here? Anything to tell us where we are?"
She had to get some idea of where she'd been brought. Otherwise, David and the others could be looking for days. They didn't have that kind of time.
"We- we flew- away- from the beach. I don't know anything else."
"Jeanne? Jeanne, answer me."
"Celine is dead, and Laurel doesn't know where we are, only that they went away from the beach."
"We're going to find you."
Jeanne was startled from David's voice when the door opened, letting in a bright shaft of blinding light.
"Jeanne?"
"They're here."
She could make out three figures in the doorway, and they were looking directly at her. Jeanne returned the stare with a heated glare of her own. As she adjusted to the light change, she recognized them as the Surf Nazi's who'd slashed her tires.
"Not these idiots."
"Jeanne, do you know them?"
"They're the fools who slashed my tires. But they can't be the leaders, the were still human when this started."
"You're coming with us, Frenchie."
"I don't think so."
They entered the room, trying to look menacing. Jeanne heard Laurel whimpering beside her.
"Laurel? Are these the men who ran you off the road?"
She heard Laurel's barely audible 'yes' and felt a grim determination to extract her own justice.
"Either you come with us, or we'll make you."
"You can try."
She felt for her knife, but it wasn't there. They'd learned from the last time. This wasn't going to be as easy as she'd hoped. Oh well. She was furious; breaking some bones would feel almost as satisfying as cutting them to shreds.
"Jeanne, be cautious. We'll deal with them once you're safe."
"These bastards killed my sister, David. I'm going to rip them apart."
"No! Don't do anything, Jeanne! You have to stay alive so I can find you! Don't do something stupid and get yourself killed! Do you hear me? I mean it, don't antagonize them."
"I can't promise I won't kill them if given the chance, David. I'm sorry."
"Jeanne, no!"
She was hauled roughly to her feet, and bodily grabbed by one of them. Jeanne reacted instinctively, striking at his most sensitive spots. Human or vampire, ad kick to the groin still hurt, as well as a jab to the eyes. His grip loosened enough for her to break free and spin him around in front of her. She grabbed her knife sticking out of his back pocket. They'd been smart enough to disarm her, but this fool had kept her weapon for himself. Jeanne wasted no time in dragging the blade across her attacker's throat, then stabbing him in the heart. The other two threw themselves on her and tackled her to the ground.
"Jeanne!"
"Leave her alone!"
Jeanne vaguely heard Laurel yelling for them to stop as she managed to snap the neck of another of her assailants. Unfortunately, as a vampire, it wouldn't kill him. She was down to the final one, the one who'd grabbed her that day at the boardwalk, when three more vampires spilled into the room, pulling her off him.
"I should just let her kill you for being such an idiot, Seth."
Seth stood up, and wiped the blood from his face.
"We had a deal, Alan. She was mine to turn, but another of your newbies took her. I want them."
Alan? Alan Frog?
"She's not one of mine, you fool. And you're in no position to talk, since your boys ran that car off the road. That was never part of your instructions. Now, do you think you can bring her without getting hurt?"
Seth glared at her, but Jeanne just stared back at him. He reached a hand towards her face, and she kicked him, busting his knee cap. He slapped her full across the face, but she didn't flinch.
"You bitch!"
"You couldn't match me when were human, moron. What makes you think you're a match for me now?"
"You got lucky last time."
"Really? Have your friends here let me go and we'll see who got lucky."
Alan laughed out loud, startling Seth.
"I like this one. You finally bring me someone worth turning. But she's already been taken. Tell me, sweetheart, who sired you?"
"None of your damn business."
"Oh, but it is my business. This is my city, and someone else turned you. Now who was it?"
"This isn't your city. It's ours. And you will regret ever coming here and trying to take over if you don't let me go right now."
"You're spirited, I'll give you that. I might almost consider keeping you for myself."
"We had a deal Alan!"
"Such a shame. Bring her."
The one still holding her dragger her from the room, following Alan and Seth. Laurel was crying for Jeanne not to leave her, and the remaining vampire knelt beside her.
"It'll be alright, Laurel. I promise it'll be alright."
"You're not Sam! Sam died!"
Jeanne could hear him trying to explain as she was dragged down a hall. She paid attention to her surroundings, relaying details to David.
"High windows, definitely industrial, perhaps a warehouse or factory? I can see the water tower just outside."
"Just do what they want, Jeanne. You have to stay alive until we can get to you. Do you understand me?"
"It's Alan Frog and Sam Emerson. They're the leaders of this group. One of the Surf Nazi's is already dead."
"You're sure it's Frog and Emerson?"
"Shit, she's talking to someone. Shut her up."
Jeanne barely heard Alan's order before something made contact with the back of her head, and everything went black.
David fell out of the air, landing roughly on the ground. He'd lost the connection with Jeanne, and his head hurt like hell.
"David?" Marko called as he landed beside him.
"I'm fine. It's not me."
He stood up, dusting himself off.
"She's in an industrial building, near the water tower. Alan Frog and Sam Emerson are behind this."
"There are at least half a dozen industrial parks in that area. We'll never get them all searched before sunrise. We need help."
"We don't have time—"
David fell to his knees, holding this throat with one hand. Soren was beside him, concerned when he saw tears pooling in the man's eyes.
"David? David, what is it?"
"I'll rip them all apart, piece by piece! They're dead. They're all dead!"
"David? What is it?"
"It's Jeanne. I can't feel her anymore." Marko said soflty. Soren frowned, that could only mean one thing. She was gone. He had only a second to catch David's intentions and throw all of his strength into holding the younger man down. David tried to take off, and Soren slammed into him, knocking him back into the ground.
"They're dead! They're all dead! I'll burn this city to the ground!"
"No, David! We'll find who did this!"
Marko tried to reason with his brother, knowing in his heart that it was futile. He wanted to rip those responsible apart, slowly, piece by piece. He couldn't imagine what David was feeling.
"Marko, I need a branch, something sharp."
Marko looked at Soren incredulously. Was he really suggesting--? David tried to get up again and Marko hurried to find a branch sharp enough to do the job. He handed it to Soren who plunged it into David's chest, skillfully missing all the major organs. It wouldn't kill him, just immobilize him.
"Marko, go back to that comic store, and see if you can't convince that human to help us. He can check the buildings during the day while we sleep. I'm taking David back to the hotel. Have the human meet us there at sunset."
Marko nodded as Soren grabbed David's now stiff body and flew off, listening to David's mental curses and vows of revenge. Much as Marko hated to admit it, they needed help.
He was back at the comic store in only a few minutes, surprising Edgar when he walked back in. Edgar took one look at the young vampire and knew something terrible had happened.
"What--?"
"Jeanne's gone."
"No. You're sure?"
"She's my sister, Frog. I can feel her just like I felt Dwayne and Paul before you killed them! I can feel when she's gone!"
"Do you have any idea who's responsible?"
Edgar couldn't believe that anyone would kill Jeanne. It was too incredible.
"Your brother, and Sam Emerson. That's what she told David before she--- anyway, she said they also had the Emerson girl."
No. It couldn't be Alan, could it? And Sam? He'd seen Sam; in Luna Bay, they'd actually gotten into a fight, which had ended in a draw. Edgar had warmed his former friend to leave the country, or the next time he would be dust. Apparently, Sam hadn't learned that lesson.
"Was she sure it was Sam and Alan? Completely sure?"
"She saw them, Frog. There's no doubt."
Edgar sagged against the counter, looking up at the vampire.
"David?"
"Soren had to stake him. They're at Soren's hotel. We need to find where they're hiding, or David will destroy all of Santa Carla. That's where you come in."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Jeanne said they were in an industrial building near the water tower. You can check them during the day while we sleep. Then meet us at The Omni at sunset. Don't try to take care of it yourself if you do find them. Leave it to David. And you might want to let Michael know about his girl."
"How did they get her?"
"We don't know. All Jeanne told us was that they'd killed her sister, and taken the Emerson girl."
"I'll check the buildings as soon as the sun comes up."
Their best chance for finding them was during the day, when they were sleeping. Marko nodded, and Edgar watched the vampire leave before he called Michael Emerson to deliver the bad news. This was one of those times when he fleetingly wished he didn't know vampires existed. Ignorance would be such a comfort right now.