He walked closer still, and Amelia backed up until her back hit the writing desk. In an instant, Chislett was in front of her, and there was nowhere for her to go. He placed his hands on either side of the desk, effectively blocking her.

"Well now, sugar, looks like you've got no place to go," he laughed as he grabbed her bleeding hand. He brought it to his mouth and gently licked the blood off of her hand. Amelia shivered.

He brought her body closer to his and brushed her hair off of her neck. He turned her neck to the side, his hand as cold as death. As he lowered his lips to her neck, she concentrated as hard as she could on her hand. The demon complied, and a burst of purple fire appeared in her hand. She touched her free hand to his forearm and delighted when he hissed and stepped back from her.
She grabbed the letter opener from the floor, and quickly drove it into his arm. While he was momentarily distracted, she tried to run out of the room. Michael, however, closed the door with a burst of telekinesis.

"All right, that hurt. Won't let that happen again," he said as he pulled the letter opener out of his arm with a sickening squelch.

Amelia turned to face him, her eyes wide. There was nothing for her to do now. Chislett walked over to her and grabbed her arm. Looking deep into her eyes, he said the word "Sleep" and almost instantly, Amelia's eyes got heavy and she felt herself drifting off to sleep. The last thing she felt was a sharp pain in her neck and then nothing.

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When she woke up again, she felt dizzy and disoriented. Someone was trying to put something in her mouth, but she resisted.

"Relax, it's just some juice. We don't need you passing out on us during interrogation," said a voice near her ear. At that moment, she realized how thirsty she was and she opened her mouth. Her eyes opened slowly. She noticed that she was tied into a chair and when she turned her head, she could see that AJ was next to her, still unconscious. After Carden finished giving her some juice, AJ woke up and they gave her some juice too.

Once all of that was done, Beckett came in and sat down in front of them. The two girls were in an elaborately decorated office. Beckett's men stood beside him.

"Now that you girls are awake, I think it's time we got down to business. Why have you come to my city?" Beckett asked.

Amelia shot one look at AJ, and almost as if she could read her mind, she nodded.

"No tenemos que decirle nada," she replied.

"Speak English, punk!" Carden said as he reached out and slapped her across the face. Amelia glared at him.

"No", she replied. As Mike raised his hand again, William put his hand on Mike's arm.

Carden turned to AJ, "Are you going to speak English? Or do I get to have another snack first?"

AJ stole a glance at Amelia. She nodded.

"Je préfère ne pas parler anglais, merci beaucoup." She replied, with a smirk.

"All right, that's it, I'm gonna-"and before Carden could finish his sentence, he found Chislett's hand on his other arm.

"Let me try, mate, you come on too strong." He reasoned.

Chislett sat in one of the chairs across from the girls. Making eye contact with AJ, he simply said, "You know I can understand what you're saying. So why don't you tell me why you're here?"

"We're here because you brought us here," Amelia added, not realizing how snarky it sounded.

"Not what I meant. Why are you in the city?"

"So we're not allowed to enjoy Chicago now?"

"When you come with as many weapons as you did, there's a catch, it's not just 'to enjoy the city'." Brendon interjected.

"What if I said it was a business venture?" AJ challenged.

"Business venture? Mind explaining?"

"Do I have to?" AJ asked innocently.

"If you want to live," Carden growled, glaring.

"And who said you two were asking the questions? I believe this is an interrogation and we expect answers," Beckett said, still calm.

"Well," AJ sighed, looking at Amelia.

"We came here to find work. Amelia and I, we're in a business of assassination, and we heard you guys are the strongest vampires around, so we figured we'd come to help eradicate your enemies." She explained.

"¿Estás loca? Van a matárnos!" Amelia said

"Tais toi et laisse-moi parler," AJ shot back with a grin.

"Claro."

"A vampire does not need help in exacting vengeance; we have enough help without a lycan and a demon in our ranks." Beckett answered.

There was something off about the girls, and he just couldn't put his finger on it. And then he remembered what one of the girls had said right before she'd blacked out.

"If you came to us to look for work, why were you so concerned about someone coming to look for you?" Beckett challenged.

He smirked at the panic crossing the lycan's face.

AJ hadn't thought of that, and Beckett had found the loophole in her plan, the flaw. Amelia looked at her worriedly.

"Because one of our friends told us to come here and his other friend doesn't like you guys," AJ said, flustered.

Beckett almost smiled; he'd cracked their little lie with one carefully timed remark. Things were going to move along smoothly now.

Running through the options in his head, Beckett knew he could ether continue to ask and hope they realized how much danger they were in, or he could let them go back to the room they were being kept in to build some shred of hope of escaping or having someone rescue them only to bring them back again later to repeat what had just happened.

Knowing the second option was more his style, he nodded at the lycan's answer and then looked at Brendon and Chislett.

"I think that's enough for now. Brendon, Michael, take the girls back to their room."

And then, looking at the girls, he added, "Don't think this is over. It's far from it."

Amelia looked at AJ, then back at Beckett.

No words left her mouth, but inside her head, they were just as loud when thought. An even the demon agreed.

'No, this isn't over. Because when it is, you're going to be dead.'