Eichhorst marched towards research wing seven with Vivika hot on his tail, her heels click-clacked rhythmically as they hurried but Thomas didn't hear it, no, he was far too focused on the Jew. He didn't utter a single word just rushed ahead forcing his bride to hurry to keep up with his steps, eventually, when he slowed down just a little to take a corner Vivika caught up and grabbed his warm hand so she could walk along beside him. Clearly he took the hint because the Strigoi slowed just enough so she could keep up without having to run. Thomas didn't even need to so much as glance at the young woman to realize that had made her happy, add to that the locating of Dutch Velders and her inevitable demise and Vivika was practically singing. Eichhorst just had to confirm that Setrakian was there and then the blond bitch could fucking die!
When they finally reached with seven Thomas held the door open for her like a perfect gentleman then demanded to be taken down in the elevator to see for himself. The doctor had tried to dissuade him for all of two seconds before the deep look of that not being a good idea got the doctor to shut up and do as he was told. The Eichhorsts headed down along with said doctor and a guard in a re-purposed freight elevator.
"We are actually in the middle of an experiment in geriatric patients to expand their viable blood production lifespan." The brown-haired doctor informed as if Thomas or Vivika gave a damn about anything he said.
Finally the elevator opened and Thomas marched out with Vivika leaving the doctor to rush after them unsure as to what was happening exactly.
"I'm not interested in your experiments." The Strigoi told him quickly. "I'm looking for this old man with a tattoo. A230385."
The human hardly had to think for a single second, a tattoo like that didn't exactly go unnoticed.
"I- I know the exact person you're looking for-"
"Where is he?" Thomas demanded.
Usually the anger in the suit clad monster's voice would have turned his wife on, had her pressing closer and attempted to goad him into taking her against the nearest flat surface occupied or not. However, in this situation she just wished he'd hurry the fuck up so Velders could die.
"He's, uh, he's uh, here."
They headed down a long hallway made by countless hospital beds each of which contained a different human guinea pig until the short doctor veered off to the side and tugged a curtain away to reveal an unconscious old man. Setrakian. Eichhorst ground to a halt instantly and finally relaxed which got Vivika beaming because if this was truly Abraham Setrakian then she could finally murder the British whore. Slowly Thomas approached the bearded Jew and rested a hand surprisingly gently on his chest.
"Wake him. Now." He ordered softly.
"Bone marrow extraction is extremely painful and he's been heavily sedated." The doctor elaborated. "A regimen of amphetamines would be too stressful for his heart. I mean, it could kill him."
Eichhorst spun around then, his deadly gaze back where it belonged and Vivika knew this was all just delaying her murderous desire. With firm steps the Strigoi approached the human who started to cower before him.
"Either you wake him right now, or I will make sure the next test subject will be-" he paused a second to glance down at the doctor's coat, "- Dr. Joseph Himoff."
A million panicked thoughts flashed through Doctor Himoff's dark eyes in a single split second. He'd never met Herr Eichhorst before but he certainly knew Vivika and were fully aware of her Strigoi husband. Quickly he took the hint and looked over to a nurse a few beds up.
"Nurse Cohen, 600 milligrams of Dextroamphetamine, please."
The suit clad Strigoi returned to stand by Setrakian's side, his face lit up as if he'd located the Holy Grail for his Lord. Vivika liked seeing her beloved husband happy, knew it meant she'd reap the rewards of his mood. Quietly she slipped her arms around his waist from behind and clung to him lovingly – because she honestly did love him – and rested her head against his warm back. She grinned when his hand rose so he could brush his thumb against her skin.
"Yes." He said unprompted. "I know you're going to ask again and your answer is yes, you may kill Dutch Velders. I will wait for Setrakian to wake."
Eichhorst never looks away from the Jew but he didn't need to, he'd felt her grin emerge.
"I think she can wait a little longer." Vivika admitted truthfully. "I want to see the happiness on your face when you wake him up and he sees all of this."
That finally got the monster to turn his attention to her, he spun around in her arms and cupped her cheek to make his bride look up at him which she did happily. Vivika had wanted Dutch dead for so long that it had started to become comical but now they both had the people they wanted to murder and torture, no reason they couldn't both get what they wanted that night.
"You can go play if you would prefer." He informed in the softest tone she'd heard from him all day.
The raven-haired beauty shook her head as her eyes darkened towards the unconscious man, when she finally returned those emerald orbs to Thomas they twinkled with dangerous glee.
"Oh no, I'm seeing this." With that she leaned upwards and pressed a kiss to his lips, just a small one, before she rounded him to peer closer at Setrakian. "Shouldn't be too long before he wakes up."
So that was what they did, they waited and waited for the Jew to finally flutter his eyes and return from the realm of forced slumber. The doctor and nurse had very quickly taken the hint that they should have gone away and hadn't hesitated at all. As far as the humans in that facility knew Thomas and Vivika Eichhorst were the very top of the ladder, the people all the orders came from, so they were very keen to avoid them at all costs. The humans working in wing seven weren't important to the husband and wife though, not that day at least, meaning they went almost entirely ignored during the time it took for the professor to awaken.
Vivika sat herself quietly on the end of the hospital bed with her legs crossed to show off just a little more thigh than was needed while Eichhorst remained ramrod straight, just stared at his prey in silence. She remained more focused on her husband than the enemy, knew him better than anyone save for The Master of course, knew his little tells and the way he'd try to hide his eye twitching when he was angry. This though, Eichhorst bubbled with excitement as if he were a little boy expecting a puppy on Christmas day, she liked seeing that from him. Vivika may have not been born until decades after this feud between Thomas and Abraham Setrakian had started – she was ninety-nine years younger than him after all – but she'd get to be there for the end, see her husband satisfy the urge to put a stop to this carpenter turned Vampire hunter.
Eventually the old man shuffled a little in his bed then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open to see Eichhorst smiling demoniacally down at him.
"A230385. Welcome back."
"Rather an imaginary snake attack me than see your face, Eichhorst."
How rude, thought Vivika quietly as her husband rounded the bed to Setrakian's side so he could loom over him. His wife grinned though thanks to the way he allowed his fingertips to graze over the skin of her exposed thigh as he passed by her.
Eichhorst didn't seem to be able to stop grinning but then again, this really had been worth the wait. Vivika honestly did enjoy seeing Thomas happy, suited him, somehow made him look younger which was strange considering all that make up and prosthetics. She knew he was practically bubbling over with joy when her emerald orbs spied him start to play with scalpels; she'd have to borrow some of those for Dutch later. Husband and wife sharing torture equipment, didn't that sound adorable?
"Where am I, exactly?" The old man asked without any real hint of fear and Vivika found she respected him for that; just a little bit.
"Don't you know? This-" he paused a split second to gesture around them with one of the gleaming scalpels, "-is the end."
"Of what?" Came the professor's quick question.
"Of everything. Of our decades-long conflict. Of Abraham Setrakian."
Christ! As soon as the Jew was dead Vivika was convinced she'd just push his body aside and beg for her husband to take her right there. Thomas was always at his sexiest when threatening people.
"Even on my deathbed your pettiness is nothing more than an annoyance."
"Show some respect!" The more than human snapped without really meaning to; that was her Thomas.
"Shush, Vivika." Eichhorst flashed a somewhat apologetic smile to his enemy before he continued. "Wives, they are always so protective of their husbands, are they not? And worry not, you're not going to die. Not yet. First, I need you to do something for me. Then and only then will I allow you to pass." He loosely gestured with the scalpel once more.
"I will do nothing for you."
The Jew tried to tug his arm upwards then only to learn he'd been restrained to the bed by thick straps which the old man would prove no match against. It was a more civil kind of hog-tying. Thomas just breathed out a laugh.
"But what I ask is so simple, and will ensure your suffering is brief. I just need you admit that your god does not exist."
The Strig leaned in very close so he could rest the sharp scalpel on Setrakian's nose then guid it down his aged face teasingly.
"For your sake, you should hope that he does not."
Vivika was starting to like this old Jew, he was witty and played off her husband so nicely. Actually she'd started to wonder if they were dancing more than trying to kill one another. Eichhorst basically sighed and straightened up.
"Oh Abraham, I know he doesn't. My wife knows he doesn't." He launched forwards again as if he'd never moved, that glee renewed in his fake eyes. "I just need to hear you say it!"
"I'll see you in hell, Eichhorst."
Anyone could say what they wanted but Vivika had to admire Setrakian's resolve and determination to piss her husband off.
"Yes, but you are already there."
The raven-haired semi-immortal couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her as she reached for Thomas. He peered at her with those fake blue eyes of his; she much preferred the real ones.
Vivika grinned and spoke lovingly. "You're getting poetic again, my darling Thomas."
Setrakian finally seemed to take notice of her then, eyes had managed to focus on her properly rather than just seeing her as a black blur on the edge of his vision. His brow furrowed when he finally looked at her, young, stunningly beautiful and for some reason smiling up at the Strigoi like he'd just given her a pony.
"Girl, whatever he has told you, it is a lie." Concern flashed inside him then. "He is not a good man, he is not even a man. Eichhorst is a monster out only to serve his master like a dog."
Eichhorst practically insisted. "Oh please do try to convince my bride to turn to the light. I would be most amazed if you managed it."
Setrakian looked at his enemy with little more than annoyance. "You can indoctrinate and inspire fear all you like but you cannot crush the human soul."
The young woman rose to her heeled feet then and rounded her beloved monster so she could join in looming over the old man in his bed, her smile grew more evil by the second; all that ugly horror inside her but the outside remained a bewitching visage.
"I assure you, Mister Setrakian," she began in a delicate whisper, "I have not been indoctrinated, I am fully aware of who and what Thomas is. This place has not caused fear within me, I implemented these experiments by providing the people, providing you. As for my human soul, well, I'm no longer human exactly and I'm not sure I ever had a soul. You can try to save me all you want, but I warn you it is pointless, and if you continue I worry it is actually you who needs saving."
Thomas brushed Vivika's dark hair over her right shoulder to expose her neck and the light but lovely perfume she smelt of. Slowly he trailed the tip of his false nose up her smooth skin until he finally kissed her cheek, a gentle kiss which earned him a small purr from her.
"She sees the world in very wise ways for one so young." He professed. "Since we met I have not gone a single day without being impressed by her. Such a perfect brain wrapped up in a stunningly beautiful body."
The human looked his captors over, saw a young human girl happy to let Thomas Eichhorst, a Nazi, a Strigoi, a monster, touch her as he pleased. It disgusted Setrakian.
"You did have a soul, but Eichhorst didn't take it from you, no something worse happened to you." He grumbled.
Vivika relaxed into her husband's touch. "Enlighten me then, what happened to it?"
The Jew fixed his eyes on her. "You threw it away."
Vivika giggled with delight, Thomas felt the rumble of it inside her body where his arms had wrapped around her waist possessively.
"Well maybe it didn't match my dress."
Just when Eichhorst didn't think he could love and adore his bride a single bit more she went and matched Setrakian at his own game. Maybe it was a good job she'd decided to ignore Dutch a little longer and stay with him.
Suddenly a loud alarm sounded and made his ears scream at him for the harsh noise. Instantly Eichhorst dropped his hold on Vivika and went to peer angrily up and down the ward hall as Vivika scrunched her hands into fists as she tried to calm herself; everything had been going so nicely.
"God Damnit! What's been fucked up this time?!"
With that she stormed after Thomas leaving the old man tied to his bed all alone. Vivika was getting pretty fucking sick of this, the alarm had gone off twice the previous week accident and she'd had more than enough. Thomas had vanished before she'd even got to the end of the beds and she'd got no idea where the hell he'd gone but she doubted he'd just leave the Jew unattended; not after how long it had taken to get a hold of him.
Vivika paid little attention to her husband's whereabouts nor their prey and instead marched back to Sanjay Desei's office where she quickly found him, though now with a large – slightly bloody – bandage over his face. He sat at his desk typing but his handsome eyes flicked up instantly when she stormed in.
"Get that fucking alarm off." She ordered. "In fact turn the whole bloody thing off until I have someone look at it."
"No, it's not a fault again. Miranda, she escaped processing."
Vivika's eyes darkened dangerously at him and the memory of everything she'd threatened to do to Seleh returned to Sanjay, he wanted to be sick. Would Vivika really do all those things? What was he saying, of course she would. This woman was Vivika Eichhorst.
"What?" She asked surprisingly calmly, and wasn't that even more terrifying.
"I- I had her sent down to processing to, you know, have her head shaved and prepare her. I wanted to make it easier to have her drained once you were done with her. She escaped the cage, that's what the alarm is. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He'd promised to do his job, to not let her down and there he was not an hour later facing the prospect of his wife being tortured to death all because of one damn British bitch. This was her fault!
"No, no, Sanjay, you did good." She sighed. "This is my fault."
Mister Desei truly hadn't expected to hear that but he'd take it, whatever had kept her calm he thanked it and would say nothing on the matter lest she change her mind.
"Thomas told me to come back up here and kill her. I could have been smashing her head into a wall right now but no, I had to sit there and watch my husband taunt the old man. This is my fault."
The green-eyed villain indulged herself in another calming breath for a moment only to then knock everything violently off the closest side table. Items bounced and clattered off the floor while a few of the metal ones left a ting sound which vibrated for a few moments.
"Motherfucking bitch!"
Sanjay said nothing just quickly looked around desperately for something to try to calm her down with like dangling keys in front of a crying infant. He wanted to make sure that violence didn't turn towards himself again and also needed to make himself appear helpful; he wanted her to remain thinking this was her fault instead of letting her decide otherwise. Sanjay needed to protect his wife. All his brown eyes managed to spot was the empty, cut crystal tumbler he'd chugged bourbon out of earier after his face had been sewn back together. With no better alternatives he yanked the bottle out from the bottom of his desk and filled the glass up then rushed to her as fast as his limp would allow and held out the glass like a peace-offering.
Ire subsided inside Vivika's White laden blood subsided as she took the glass and even flashed him a fond smile before she downed the lot in one go.
"See, I told my husband you weren't useless." Vivika patted his cheek over the bandage knowing it would sting. "Now, get that alarm off, control the pregnant women, don't want them freaking out and going into labor." She made to turn away put paused and looked back at him. "Oh, and round up every member of staff we had in that processing cage."
"They're fired?" He assumed.
"… Something like that."
Then she was gone back to wing seven to check on Thomas while Sanjay fell back into his desk chair and thanked any and all gods that Vivika had been in something resembling a good mood.
When she returned to the research wing her heart dropped into her stomach. There at the end of the ward was Thomas, wig half burnt away and his clothes were far beyond repair. No one would have believed she wore four-inch stilettos as she charged towards him as he patted a remaining smouldering scrap of his sleeve out.
"Oh my God! Thomas, are you alright? What the fuck happened?"
"Miss Velders happened." He practically hissed but Vivika wasn't in the least bit dissuaded from looking him over worriedly. "She set me on fire with a taser and a jar of chemicals. Fortunately a nurse put me out."
"I'm sorry, she escaped processing. I don't-"
Suddenly Thomas backhanded Vivika hard across the face and knocked her to the ground where she took a tray of surgical equipment with her and landed with a dense thud. A hand shot up to her face where her cheek would no doubt bruise.
"Are your people completely useless?!"
Eichhorst took a deep breath and calmed himself down as his skin tried to heal but failed due to the residual chemicals still eating away in his wounds. It was then that he looked back down to Vivika and his whole demeanor changed. Quickly the Sirgoi dropped to his knees beside her only to cup her cheeks after he'd pulled her to him.
"I'm so sorry, Vivika. Please forgive me, I'm sorry. It's just, I currently have latex melted to my face."
Before he could say anything else Vivika forceful jabbed a scalpel into his shoulder forcing a deep growl of pain from him before he yanked it out and tossed the metal aside with a clattering sound.
"If you think I'm going to be your punching bag when you get pissed off you have another thing fucking coming, Thomas! You think you're the only one who has had a bad motherfucking day?! No, you're not, mine has been pretty shitty too."
Amazingly, through the chemical burns, the fire burns and now his wife stabbing him Thomas started to laugh. It was a real laugh, genuine amusement and humor. All in all it confused Vivika who furrowed her brow but let him pull her into his lap.
"We make quite the pair, do we not, my love? Wolves amongst sheep."
Vivika sighed and snuggled into him in search of warmth and love.
"I'm sorry I stabbed you, being set on fire seems bad enough."
He chuckled again. "I'm sorry I hit you. A husband should never strike his wife."
"Oh is that were you draw your line? Genetic experiments, baby blood, torture is all well and good but abusing your wife is a no-no."
"Well a man has to have some standards and besides, you are the only thing I care for that isn't my master or myself. Also, it turns out my wife has a tendency to stab me."
With that comment it was Vivika's turn to breathe out a laugh of her own. "I love you. We will get them back, I promise you."
With surprisingly more love and care than a monster like Eichhorst should have been capable of, he kissed his young wife's temple almost apologetically.
"I love you as well." She replied truthfully.
"They will be gone by now, slipped off into the sewers or something. However, this can be good for us. The Jew's cohorts will now all flock back to him and we can destroy them all."
That was Thomas Eichhorst, ever the eternal murderous optimist. Carefully she stood to her full height then reached out her hand to assist Thomas. Her poor husband really wasn't in good shape, his skin hadn't healed and the chemicals kept burning away whatever progress it had made. It was going to take an awful long time for him to heal to his usual handsome self.
"Come on, I'll help you get the prosthetics off your face."
One thing was for damn sure, when Thomas got a hold of Setrakian and his posse of idiots he was going to make them reap the day they'd been born.