Railgun light and dark

by ronrobertson

Weeks have passed since Little queen Senessa was announced and awaited the coronation down the road. and Mikoto is enjoying a little down time. but in the vampiric world, the world of light and dark, Every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. A violent dark reaction. no matter how small. no one is safe. Mikoto finds out.

53. Chapter 53

Sierra hit the ground with the grace of a predator, the blanket trailing behind her. She reached back, eyes focused on the little vampire surrounded by waves of smoldering heat, snatched the blanket and burst forward. Like a wolf after a rabbit. She ran between two café style tables, slipping between two academy city students getting ready to sit. A shewolf about to take their orders, turn to her side to avoid being bulled over.

A quick sidestep, sierra bumped into a car, the car screeched to a stop. Parts of the little vampire burst into flames, her arms and legs. Her face shredded in pain.

A large delivery truck skidded to a stop, hitting the little vampire. She stumbled, tripped fell to the ground, crawled on all fours, flames rising higher from her body.

Come on...legs! Sierra gathered the blanket together, leapt high over a car stopped. Landed by the truck, quickly scooped up the flaming burning mass of flesh and bone, clutched and swung it over her shoulder and ran towards the bakery café.

Medics! She screamed, now!

All eyes, everyone sitting in the patio, wolves serving them, watched wide-eyed and in horror. Sierra ran towards them, running between the now stopped vehicles. The heavy sack over her shoulder, writhed and twitched, dark fluids soaked the fabric, dripped to the ground. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air, buried in the noses.

Shewolves moved into position, making space. Sierra ran through the patio, through the front door into the lobby. The door to the back was held opened. Blood... she yelled passing into the kitchen, fresh blood now!

Into the bakery, the oven doors opened, fresh scones, biscuits cooling on the table. Wolves dressed in white covered in floor, stopped what they were doing focused on Sierra holding the heavy wet, smoldering bag over her shoulder pass. One of them holding a mop bucket to keep the area clean.

Another she wolf held the door to the dish room, sierra rushed by, into the stock room. Another shewolf was ready to clean the mess. Another shewolf held the door to the security room. The room where rows of automatic weapons, medieval weapon line the wall. shewolves dressed in armor, sitting at monitors. And the last door to the basement was opened. And she was holding the door. Heidi, the owner of the bakery café and leader of the pack, Mikoto Misaka's alpha wolf, closed the door behind as she followed her. This was a business after all. Everyone did their job.