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AUTHOR'S NOTES: My muse is on full throttle and mainlining energy drinks. Thank you Anna Kendrick, for being your scrappy little self!
Fighting for Love
The team members collectively decided to meet on their own to find a way to rescue Beca and Chloe. Normally, when Chloe's house was not available, they would meet at Aubrey's house, but they feared Mr. Posen would notify Mr. Beale. Since Stacie's family was away for the week, she offered her house.
Aubrey opened the meeting, "I know we're down a few team members, but we need to go back in and find Chloe and Beca."
"We can't do anything until Mr. Beale and the medical team clear out," Ashley stated.
"The enemy decimated most of the guys on our team," Stacie noted.
"That's because those hormonal Neanderthals weren't immune to female persuasion," Aubrey huffed.
"Did you see what happened to Donald?" Stacie asked.
"Ewww…yes, we saw him hanging in their collection unit next to Mike," Jessica cringed.
"Considering what Donald does to unsuspecting girls on campus and what he did to Kori the night of the dance, I think it was karmic payback," Aubrey growled.
"I…I…I saw what they did to the guys," Lilly whispered.
Lilly, who only spoke in whispers, always showed up in places you never expected to find her. This skill kept the others from completely forgetting about her.
"What happened?" Denise asked.
Lilly shook her head, refusing to relate the horrific scene she witnessed.
Once all eyes were off her, Lilly scooted next to Jesse and whispered, "It was like watching cattle being slaughtered, only much more painful."
Jesse, visibly shaken, stared at the smiling young woman and silently thanked every deity for saving him from the fate of his male teammates.
"Jesse, Mr. Beale mentored you on command duties, correct?" Aubrey asked.
"Yes. He mentored me and Benji," Jesse answered.
"Good, I want you two to handle command duties, since we obviously won't have Mr. Beale," Aubrey instructed.
The team formulated a plan to rescue Beca and Chloe.
Chloe woke up alone and naked in the room. She wondered where the blonde female was and if she was returning soon. Every muscle in her body ached and she had a splitting headache. She tried getting out of the bed, but found she could barely move. Suddenly, her hand flew to her neck. She breathed a sigh of relief. There were no wounds on her neck, but noticed two small puncture marks on the inside of her right thigh.
"What the hell are those?" Chloe asked herself aloud.
"Those, my feisty little one, mark you as mine," Kommissar stated.
Chloe quickly drew the bedcovers tightly around her naked body and wondered when her blonde captor entered the room. In one swift move, Kommissar tore the bedcovers away, leaving Chloe exposed.
"Little one, why cover up such delicious loveliness?" Kommissar licked her lips.
The captive redhead struggled to move away from the approaching blonde, but realized it was futile and resigned herself to her fate. She silently apologized to Beca for failing her.
"Did you come back to finish what you started?" Chloe bitterly asked.
"Yes…and no," Kommissar dryly answered and sat down in the chair next to the bed.
Chloe stared at her captor.
"It seems I need your assistance. My queen desires the one you know as Beca Mitchell. I cannot let that happen," Kommissar stated.
The shocked redhead did her best to school her emotions.
The blonde looked off in to the distance, "Yes, I am just as shocked by this development, but I know my queen will kill the one known as Beca Mitchell, once she has satiated her desires."
Chloe caught the innuendo and gasped in shock.
"Did you…," Chloe asked.
"Yes. Your body is very honest and provided me with a copious amount of nourishment," Kommissar answered before Chloe could finish.
Chloe clasped both hands over her mouth to keep from vocalizing her shock.
"Did you…," Chloe asked again.
"Yes. Her body is also very honest," Kommissar again answered before Chloe could finish.
"How…," Chloe pondered.
"I can read your mind. I do not agree with my queen's orders to kill humans and have argued that killing them is detrimental, since we no longer have to," Kommissar stated.
"No longer have to?" Chloe wondered.
"Yes, we discovered an alternate source of nourishment in female humans, which is richer in nutrients and will not kill the source," Kommissar answered.
Chloe silently pondered this new information and her face turned fifty shades of red. She heard the blonde chuckle. The extremely embarrassed redhead watched Kommissar's eyes. She saw a brief flash of sadness and wondered how this cold-blooded killer was experiencing human emotions.
"Your human media has inaccurately portrayed my kind as cold-blooded killers, devoid of emotion. I am a pure blood, not a turned vampire. Vampires are former humans. They are the cold-blooded killers depicted in your human media," Kommissar enlightened Chloe.
Chloe stared at Kommissar, the redhead's eyes as big as saucers.
"Unfortunately, one of my ancestors accidentally created those uncontrollable psychotic killing machines and we have lived with that shame to this day," Kommissar hung her head.
"Why don't you just eliminate them?" Chloe asked.
"We cannot. The male offspring of a very powerful pure blood council elder is half vampire, so that elder decreed all vampires safe from harm," Kommissar gritted her teeth.
"Is your queen a vampire?" Chloe asked.
"No, she is a pure blood. She wants to kill the one known as Beca Mitchell, because one of her ancestors killed my queen's father," Kommissar's eyes hardened.
Fear washed over Chloe and her blood ran cold.
"Please do not fear me little one. Unlike my queen, I have no such vendetta against the one known as Beca Mitchell," Kommissar's eyes softened.
"So the vampires are the ones killing the town residents?" Chloe asked.
"Sadly, yes, but the pure bloods are the ones who kidnapped some of the female town residents and kept them here," Kommissar admitted.
"Why? If, as you said, the pure bloods do not need to kill humans, why would they kidnap the town's women?" Chloe asked.
Chloe was surprised to see the blonde pure blood's cheeks tinged with pink.
"Some of us became attached to certain human females after feeding, so decided to keep them here," Kommissar sheepishly grinned.
"Is that what this is for?" Chloe pointed to the two marks on the inside of her right thigh.
"Yes," Kommissar smiled, "You and the one known as Beca Mitchell are extremely generous with nourishment, and you…," the blonde stood and cupped Chloe's cheek, "…are wonderfully responsive."
This admission caused Chloe to blush from head to toe.
Kommissar leaned in, captured Chloe's lips, and whispered in the redhead's ear, "Little one, you are quite addicting."
Chloe stared at the blonde, utterly speechless.
"You should be able to move now, so we should go find the one known as Beca Mitchell. I have just one request, please do not kill my queen," Kommissar requested.
"But won't she continue to hunt down Beca?" Chloe asked.
"Yes, but if you or she kills my queen, this would be seen as a declaration of war. I promise I shall take care of this matter after the both of you are safe," Kommissar promised.