The two spent over an hour together simply discussing what had happened to the man. His name was Charles and he had been a werewolf for such a long time that he couldn't remember how old he was. Another wolf bit him when he was a teenager and pack life was all he had known until now. Callen listened intently the entire time but now her mind was elsewhere. He was a Child of the Moon, he had killed multiple people, the Kings would never allow him to live.
"One of your group was injured during the fight, is that correct?" Charles's voice raised in strange places with an accent but he could still be understood. When Callen affirmed his suspicions, he continued. "If they have been bitten then they need a steady supply of blood and a dose of anti-venom."
"We have him on a steady blood bag but we didn't know about an anti-venom. Where do we get it?" The man licked his teeth slowly before he gave the information. Werewolves often bit each other when fighting and their blood naturally contained an enzyme to combat it. A little bit of blood, when supplied willingly, could get rid of the lasting toxins. Naturally Callen asked Charles if he would be willing to help.
"I would be more than happy to assist you if you will promise me one thing in return." The woman bluntly told him that she couldn't promise to keep him alive. "That's just the thing your Majesty, I don't want to be kept alive. Once I help your friend, I ask that you end my life. A Child of the Moon can only die by the hand of another. I am a monster, I have murdered many people and I think it is high time I paid for my sins. I only ask that it be as painless as possible."
Gaping like a fish, Callen stared at the man in front of her for a moment. He looked haggard and his eyes held a haunted look in them. Eyes that had seen far too much and were now weary of the world. Charles wasn't the type of person that was meant for this life, his soul was too gentle. This was a man who had decided what he wanted and now he had asked the only person he knew that could get it done.
"Charles, are you sure? I mean, I don't feel comfortable sentencing someone to die for something they can't control."
"If you don't have me killed before the next full moon terrible things will happen. A werewolf without a pack is a very dangerous thing. I could go on a rampage and create more like me. Hundreds dead because their bodies couldn't handle the turning. It would be a catastrophe." Callen sighed and looked at her fingernails as she processed the information. The woman looked Charles in the eye as she came to a decision.
"Fine. You will heal Alec with your blood. Once he is recovered, and only then, he will be the one to kill you." She stuttered over the last few words but immediately composed herself. When he agreed, they stood and began walking together to the room Alec was being kept in.
The walk was silent and a bit awkward but the pair got to the room with no trouble. Doctor Stein was still strapped to his chair but he was either asleep or unconscious. Alec hadn't moved but he didn't look like he was made of stone as he did yesterday.
"His face looks good; he will recover very quickly once he is given the anti-venom." Charles's voice broke the silence and the unexpected sound awoke the doctor. Stein seemed to realize that it was better to stay quiet and so he simply watched. The werewolf walked around the bed and sat on the edge, usually occupied by Jane.
Using his canine teeth, which were sharper than a normal human's, Charles bit into his own wrist. Blood flowed heavily from the wound and into the vampire's open mouth. It mixed with Stein's blood and began to disappear down Alec's throat. The man stood and licked the wound to stop the bleeding then moved to Callen's side as they all waited to see what would happen.
Minutes passed with no sign of change until the boy's eyes snapped open. At the same time, another drop of the doctor's blood fell into Alec's mouth. With only a slight movement, the vampire took the tube into his mouth and used it like a straw. Stein groaned as he began losing blood at a much faster rate. The man was dead before the next 60 seconds could pass and Alec had risen from the bed.
"How do you feel?" Callen spoke quickly. Alec looked at her hungrily before he swallowed slightly and bowed.
"I feel spectacular my Queen but I will admit that I am still rather thirsty. It is manageable but I'm not sure for how long." The woman nodded and turned, heading for the door. Both men followed her without a word, understanding her silent command. They moved quickly through the castle, Alec and Charles silently examining each other. They reached a seemingly random office among a few others. Without knocking, Callen entered but motioned for the men to stay out in the hallway.
"Hey get out! Who do you think – oh." An obnoxious voice drifted into the hallway. It belonged to a woman and was extremely nasally.
"Get out." The Queen's voice was ice cold and left no room for argument. A man in his mid-thirties stumbled out while buttoning up his work slacks. Upon seeing Alec and Charles, he whispered a prayer in Italian before running away.
"Months ago you received a letter, well more of a threat really, that warned you. If I ever acquired information that you were speaking ill of myself or the Kings again, you would be disposed of. Your friend received the same message, as I'm sure you're well aware. A few days ago you were overheard speaking negatively of Marcus and myself." The woman quietly asked if this meant she was being fired. Callen laughed slightly.
"I suppose so, in a way. You are being disposed of, in every sense of the word. According to our records, you have applied for a long vacation to the Rocky Mountains in America. We will report you missing 2 weeks from now but nobody will ever find any trace of you. It will be like you never existed." A pained gasp was heard then Callen strolled out of the office. "Alec, enjoy your meal. Try not to make too much of a mess, I'm sure someone else would like that office."
The vampire nodded and stepped into the room. The door closed slowly and only the briefest scream was heard. A few human employees peeked their heads out to see the cause of the noise but retreated just as quickly. They all knew Callen didn't kill uselessly. However, if you weren't a mate of the Queen, you almost never got a second chance.