Part 11
Jason groaned, opening his eyes slowly. That bitch! What had she done to him? She'd tried to electrocute him to get him to go quietly? Then she'd *hit* him and stolen his car, probably. He was *so* going to enjoy staking her when the opportunity presented itself.
"Jason? Jason, are you awake?"
Jason blinked several times, trying to force himself to come round. That voice...so familiar...so loving...some concerned. His eyes opened slowly, to find himself looking into a beautiful face, framed by long blonde hair...
"Estelle?" he whispered, sitting up. His head throbbed with pain. Damn himself for being human, he thought, slightly moody. She was still dressed in the sparkly gold outfit he'd last seen her in, when they'd been at that club.
Estelle pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. Jason held her back, but to his horror, he couldn't keep Estelle's image in his mind. Her face kept changing, fading, and it was Lara he was seeing, Lara he was holding...
He shook his head furiously. No. Lara was Night World scum. But she was also his soulmate.
Oh shit, he thought, realising what had happened when she'd tried to knock him out. Shit, shit, shit. Just great. The last thing he needed right now was to be paired with Night World scum.
Estelle was giving him a very strange look. "Are you okay?"
Jason nodded. "Sure," he lied. "Just a little confused." He looked around the large dark room, seeing a rather alarming amount of people, boys and girls, all shapes, and sizes, through no older about twenty. "This is the holding chamber for the Blood Feast."
Estelle nodded. "How did you *get* here?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I came to rescue you."
Estelle smiled at him and pulled him to her again, going to kiss him. Jason was surprised to find himself turning his head away. "Maybe we should wait until we're somewhere more private."
He couldn't believe he'd just said that. All he had wanted since the discovery of the feast was to find Estelle and get her home and safe so they could be together again.
And now because of a moment of shock and electricity between himself and Lara, he was falling apart inside. She was going to ruin everything.
He hated the look of hurt on Estelle's face as she pulled away from him. She clearly knew there was something wrong that he didn't want to tell her. "Well we need to deal with personal issues later," she said finally, her tone slightly cold.
Jason nodded, standing up. He wasn't too impressed to find he hadn't been tied or chained or anything. None of these people were. They were all sitting around in groups for comfort, too scared to make any sort of move. "We need to get these people free."
Estelle nodded in agreement. "Do you have a plan?"
Jason kicked himself mentally. He hadn't been thinking that far ahead. "Uh..."
Estelle's eyes rolled. "We'll we'd better think of something - and fast."
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Jason groaned, opening his eyes slowly. That bitch! What had she done to him? She'd tried to electrocute him to get him to go quietly? Then she'd *hit* him and stolen his car, probably. He was *so* going to enjoy staking her when the opportunity presented itself.
"Jason? Jason, are you awake?"
Jason blinked several times, trying to force himself to come round. That voice...so familiar...so loving...some concerned. His eyes opened slowly, to find himself looking into a beautiful face, framed by long blonde hair...
"Estelle?" he whispered, sitting up. His head throbbed with pain. Damn himself for being human, he thought, slightly moody. She was still dressed in the sparkly gold outfit he'd last seen her in, when they'd been at that club.
Estelle pulled him into her arms and hugged him tightly. Jason held her back, but to his horror, he couldn't keep Estelle's image in his mind. Her face kept changing, fading, and it was Lara he was seeing, Lara he was holding...
He shook his head furiously. No. Lara was Night World scum. But she was also his soulmate.
Oh shit, he thought, realising what had happened when she'd tried to knock him out. Shit, shit, shit. Just great. The last thing he needed right now was to be paired with Night World scum.
Estelle was giving him a very strange look. "Are you okay?"
Jason nodded. "Sure," he lied. "Just a little confused." He looked around the large dark room, seeing a rather alarming amount of people, boys and girls, all shapes, and sizes, through no older about twenty. "This is the holding chamber for the Blood Feast."
Estelle nodded. "How did you *get* here?" she asked.
He shrugged. "I came to rescue you."
Estelle smiled at him and pulled him to her again, going to kiss him. Jason was surprised to find himself turning his head away. "Maybe we should wait until we're somewhere more private."
He couldn't believe he'd just said that. All he had wanted since the discovery of the feast was to find Estelle and get her home and safe so they could be together again.
And now because of a moment of shock and electricity between himself and Lara, he was falling apart inside. She was going to ruin everything.
He hated the look of hurt on Estelle's face as she pulled away from him. She clearly knew there was something wrong that he didn't want to tell her. "Well we need to deal with personal issues later," she said finally, her tone slightly cold.
Jason nodded, standing up. He wasn't too impressed to find he hadn't been tied or chained or anything. None of these people were. They were all sitting around in groups for comfort, too scared to make any sort of move. "We need to get these people free."
Estelle nodded in agreement. "Do you have a plan?"
Jason kicked himself mentally. He hadn't been thinking that far ahead. "Uh..."
Estelle's eyes rolled. "We'll we'd better think of something - and fast."
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