TEN
Axel watched Nyte closely from his vantage point. She was still, resting he could tell by the way she was laying. Good, she was conserving her strength. He had broken in too easy, in his opinion. The man was alone. Henry was on the other side of the building. Vicki was probably finding her own way in. Henry had insisted she stay in the car but Vicki protested. After a brief battle of wills, she gave in or gave the appearance of giving in. Axel knew better. Henry probably did as well.
The man fretted and paced. Before when he disposed of his subjects, they'd already been dead. These were not. Pushing thoughts of cold-blooded murder aside, he looked to the subject on the table. Male number nine. Damion, he heard the woman call him. The man removed the collection needle from his arm. Less then half a pint this time. He needed to dispose of these bodies and procure some fresh ones.
He looked to his third subject. Male number eight. He threw Damion down in the cell. He was stronger, his body healing, but he wasn't cured yet. He needed more treatments. When he was cured, his wife would come back to him, he told himself. She was afraid of death, that is why she left him. She'd come back when he was well.
A scent caught Nyte's attention. She lifted her head, eyes riveted on an air vent. She could smell her husband and the others, the young vampire and the mortal. From what she could gather about their surroundings, they were underground. A hidden bunker in a large airplane hanger. The whole thing reeked of The Great War where citizens were left to find inadequate shelter in case of bombing raids and government officials spent millions digging well built bomb shelters to ride out the raid. Survival of the wealthiest, she mused.
Nyte watched the man as he tossed Damion down and grabbed the shackles on the other prisoner. The man caught Nyte's gaze. She frightened him. The way she watched him, with judgment in her eyes. Who was she to judge him. She was immortal. He was dying….like Diana. His daughter was only nineteen, going off to college when she was killed. She had the most amazing green eyes. This woman's eyes. Deciding then and there, he released male number eight and went over to this woman. He couldn't have Diana's eyes mocking him any longer. The pain was too much.
He had already taken her blood today, but he would drain her. She'd die on her own then he would dispose of the body. He was not a murderer. He was simply disposing of already dead bodies. Nyte curled her lip back into a snarl and made a half-attempted lunge for him. As expected, the man panicked and loosened his hold on her for a moment.
As Nyte kept the man's attention turned towards her, Axel loosened the grate. He nodded once, slipping down to the floor. He let his control a bit, looking truly of stuff nightmares are made of.
The man struggled with Nyte. The gleam in her eyes and that damn smile frightened him. She shoved him back, mustering up strength he wasn't think she was capable of. He stumbled back into…into a body. Trembling, he looked back…and screamed.
Nyte turned away. She didn't want to see what was to come. Henry was soon at her side, making short work on her bonds. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Vicki working on the lock to Damion. "Thank you." She whispered, mentally calming herself. She was starving and there was blood in the room.
Henry nodded, noticing the subtle change. "Go, I'll clean up. My territory, my responsibility." He said. Nyte nodded softly and looked up at her husband.