A/N: For everyone who has stuck around from the very beginning (that includes the original Blood Angel) thanks so much! And here is your reward for your patience; more non-stop action and drama. Please leave your comments. In this economy, your thoughts still hold tremendous value. :-)
Trina watches in terror at the TV in the hospital lobby. Scrambling people being assaulted by almost flying murderous psychopaths. Normally when there was an accident or some kind of melee she would be the first to drag Sinjin into the midst of it for an exclusive. Right now, she is scared beyond rational thought.
After taking it in, she begins to think of her younger sister again.
Tori. What is going on with her? I better check on how the doctors are doing.
Trina takes the stairs, not because of the emergency situation outside but because of a childhood fear of elevators. Listening to the emergency frequencies and other sources, hearing of the actual statistics of people being trapped in elevators didn't help.
She traverses the corridor of white punctuated by occasional wheeled carts and empty gurneys.
R-23.
Trina opens the door slowly, worried that she would strike a nurse or something. She didn't anticipate what would really be behind that door.
Cat tries calling Rob for the sixth time since turning on the news. This massive, vicious attack has been going on for almost an hour. Less than 200 have already been reported dead. Despite being drained of their blood, the victims rarely died from exsanguination. It was more common for their throats to be slit or necks snapped. Many died fairly instantly.
"Fuck!" Cat cursing under her breath, trying to not have the baby hear. She has tried her best to eradicate R-rated language from the house before the baby arrives; normally saying phrases like "F-ing" or the more obscure "Frak!" which was Rob's suggestion.
"Come on, where are you?" her tone growing more and more anxious.
Pounding outside in the hallway startles her. Animalistic scratching at the front door makes her gasp and retreat behind the kitchen counter. The scratching and pounding gets louder and louder; focusing intently on the door. The part of the wall holding the chain begins to crack.
Whatever was out there was coming in. Cat grabs a big butcher knife from the utensil block behind her.
"Please, don't" she pleas out loud to no one. "Let me live so I can have my baby!"
"We haven't got any time!" Beck running through the colossal lot at "U-Store". Jade and Andre are close by.
He stops in front of a big garage door and fumbles in his pockets. Beck winces.
"They still have my keys at the jailhouse," he grumbles.
"I have a key," Jade matter-of-factly states before ripping off the padlock and opening the drop door.
Andre smiles. "Nice."
"Even though I should be offended because I know what these are for," Jade says. "I got to hand it to you, you are prepared."
Beck's storage unit is a king's ransom in artillery. Small handguns to mini over-the-shoulder bazookas. There is also crates and crates of ammunition specifically designed to battle the supernatural. Various rounds of bullets; different millimeters, all silver-plated.
Andre flees the scene for a second and returns soon with a pickup truck. The three load up the bed with the entire Armageddon war effort.
"Just where did you find this truck?" Jade asks.
Andre shrugs. "It was lying around." He makes a cute smile like a mischievous child.
Jade just stares at him.
"Look, if whoever owns this truck didn't want it stolen, they wouldn't have left it unlocked with the keys in the visor."
They put a tarp over the weapons and ammo and drive off.
Beck drives because he knows the quickest way to downtown where the mayhem is the most dense. "How many of them are out there, do you think?"
Andre glares at Beck. "Them?" He scoffs at the comment.
"Make sure," Jade begins. "To spread these out to cops, military; anyone who will be useful and a decent shot. We need to make every bullet count."
"What about you guys?" Beck asks.
"Don't worry about us," Andre replies. "All we have to do is rip their heads off. You humans are the ones going to have your work cut out for ya." He gives the vampire hunter a devilish grin.
You can't choose your company when it comes to survival, Beck thinks to himself.
The chain flies off the wall and the door comes down like a chopped tree.
Cat screams with everything in her, stifling for a second over the loss of breath.
A large bald vampire lifts up his sunglasses and regards at his prey.
"How sweet," he mutters.
He then looks down at her stomach, which is covered with a hand. The sound he heart wasn't just his imagination. It was a second heartbeat.
"This doesn't change anything," he taunts, pointing at her belly. "For you, at least."
Rob drives as fast as possible in his four-door sedan. An unmarked car courtesy of the police department. It has a hidden siren, which Rob activates to get people to move out of the way. But the general panic is too great.
In the excitement, he doesn't realize that he was plowing pell-mell into a road under construction. The car flips and skids to a stop a few yards away. Rob undoes his seatbelt and lands hard on the floor which was once the ceiling.
He grips the handle of the door to let him out but the whole thing is stuck.
"Shit, come on!"
Rob's eyes focus and he sees standing not too far away is the vampire that had been chasing him for twelve blocks.
The door closes form Trina backing into it, sliding down until she crashes her butt onto the floor. She cuddles up her legs and shakes.
Four residents and a nurse lay slain on the linoleum floor, which before the blood would have been beige. Tori is situated on her bed, cross-legged. Her face, hands and gown are drenched in crimson.
She is curled into a fetal position herself.
"What's happening?," Tori whispers.