Underworld
Chapter 5
Adam was half asleep on his feet when he was paged to the front desk. Stifling a yawn as he rubbed his aching eyes, he made his way to the station. His exhaustion was pushed away when he saw the police.
Two men in uniform with one in a black suit; he reminded Adam of a funeral home person. His heart was racing as he thought of Hesper and the reason they might be here.
"Adam Graceson?" the man in black asked dryly. At Adam's nod, he pulled out a picture. It was Hesper. "We are looking for this woman, Hesper Corvin. According to staff here you and she have been seen together."
"Yeah so, that was almost a week ago. I haven't seen her since she left in the middle of the night." Adam glanced at the two officers; they were the same ones from before, and with Michael.
The taller of the officers stared him in the eyes. Something very primal moved under those baby blues. Adam looked away as his instincts warned of danger.
"Look Dr. Graceson,"
"I'm an intern," Adam whispered softly and ran a hand through is ruffled hair. "Is there a point to this conversation?"
The man in black glared at him as his face thinned down into a scowl. "If you hear from her, call me." A card was held out. "We need to speak to her in connection with a murder from the States."
A murder? Adam frowned at him, "Is she a suspect or something?"
The man said nothing as he turned away, going down the hall. The two officers lingered a moment before following him. Adam shook his head as the exhaustion over took his curiosity.
Hesper coughed as cold air slid down her throat. Her face her again and so did her wrists. She looked down at the metal cuffs and wanted to bite them. The impulse made her laugh and she fell into crying.
Raze and Michael paused at a windowsill and peeked into the room. The lacy curtains gave a light haze to the Victorian theme. No one moved; Raze stood and put his fingers under the sill. He focused for a moment before pulling up; after a moment there came a soft crack and then a shrill alarm sounded. Raze cursed in his language as he threw open the window and dove inside. Michael followed after a moment as the doors were blown back and Kahn rushed in with his Dealers. Guns were leveled at the werewolf and the half-breed.
"Raze," Kahn said softly,
"Hello Kahn," Raze growled, "A new gun?"
The vampire nodded, "Care for a test?"
"I have a sick note."
Michael glanced between the two of them. "Am I missing something?"
"No." Was said in unison. Kahn looked at Michael and frowned, "You are Selene's lover?"
"Yeah, so?"
Kahn seemed to think for a moment, "You are here for the girl?" They both nodded. "Marcus has ordered her to be executed."
"Marcus," Raze whispered the name as if would call down some kind of storm. "How can he be awake?"
Kahn shifted his weight instead of answering. "That has nothing to do with you."
"Sir," One Kahn's men asked softly, "Aren't we supposed to kill them?"
"I was just getting to that." Kahn said harshly and leveled the gun at Raze. "Sorry old friend."
Adam shoved open his apartment door, shuffled to his couch and collapsed into the worn out thing. It was only then that he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes as a gun cracked across his face and threw him unconscious to the floor.
Hesper awoke in darkness that parted like sticky molasses. Threads of it clung to her as she looked at the room. It wasn't the same one as the chamber with the vampire. It was a room. Complete with a bed, small window and three stone walls. There was even a warped old chair in one of the corners.
Sitting up from the floor told her she was cold. She crawled her way to the bars that made up the fourth wall. Pressing her face to the bars she cringed at the grime and grease that coated her skin.
Letting out a heavy sigh brought sound to her ears. She listened for a moment before recognizing it. Moments later a heavy door was pushed aside and there was a thud. A weak groan followed it and she tried to see it. Nothing was visible yet.
Two men in black finally came into sight and were dragging a man in pale green scrubs. His brown hair was mussed and his face was marred with a dark bruise.
"Adam!" Hesper tried to reach for him but one of the men smacked her hand back.
Hesper recognized him as one half of the police who had been questioning her.
"What is going on?" She yelled as they opened the door across from her and threw Adam inside.
"You'll find out."
"Why don't you just tell me?" Hesper snapped.
"Mr. Florian will tell you what you need to know." The police left and the door was closed firmly.
Hesper stared blankly, "Florian." She felt fear encase her heart as the organ pumped. Icy shots of it shot down her nerves, bringing on a migraine. "Oh god, not Florian. Please, not him." She sank against the bars as a sense of total hopelessness pressed down on her.
Chapter 5
Adam was half asleep on his feet when he was paged to the front desk. Stifling a yawn as he rubbed his aching eyes, he made his way to the station. His exhaustion was pushed away when he saw the police.
Two men in uniform with one in a black suit; he reminded Adam of a funeral home person. His heart was racing as he thought of Hesper and the reason they might be here.
"Adam Graceson?" the man in black asked dryly. At Adam's nod, he pulled out a picture. It was Hesper. "We are looking for this woman, Hesper Corvin. According to staff here you and she have been seen together."
"Yeah so, that was almost a week ago. I haven't seen her since she left in the middle of the night." Adam glanced at the two officers; they were the same ones from before, and with Michael.
The taller of the officers stared him in the eyes. Something very primal moved under those baby blues. Adam looked away as his instincts warned of danger.
"Look Dr. Graceson,"
"I'm an intern," Adam whispered softly and ran a hand through is ruffled hair. "Is there a point to this conversation?"
The man in black glared at him as his face thinned down into a scowl. "If you hear from her, call me." A card was held out. "We need to speak to her in connection with a murder from the States."
A murder? Adam frowned at him, "Is she a suspect or something?"
The man said nothing as he turned away, going down the hall. The two officers lingered a moment before following him. Adam shook his head as the exhaustion over took his curiosity.
Hesper coughed as cold air slid down her throat. Her face her again and so did her wrists. She looked down at the metal cuffs and wanted to bite them. The impulse made her laugh and she fell into crying.
Raze and Michael paused at a windowsill and peeked into the room. The lacy curtains gave a light haze to the Victorian theme. No one moved; Raze stood and put his fingers under the sill. He focused for a moment before pulling up; after a moment there came a soft crack and then a shrill alarm sounded. Raze cursed in his language as he threw open the window and dove inside. Michael followed after a moment as the doors were blown back and Kahn rushed in with his Dealers. Guns were leveled at the werewolf and the half-breed.
"Raze," Kahn said softly,
"Hello Kahn," Raze growled, "A new gun?"
The vampire nodded, "Care for a test?"
"I have a sick note."
Michael glanced between the two of them. "Am I missing something?"
"No." Was said in unison. Kahn looked at Michael and frowned, "You are Selene's lover?"
"Yeah, so?"
Kahn seemed to think for a moment, "You are here for the girl?" They both nodded. "Marcus has ordered her to be executed."
"Marcus," Raze whispered the name as if would call down some kind of storm. "How can he be awake?"
Kahn shifted his weight instead of answering. "That has nothing to do with you."
"Sir," One Kahn's men asked softly, "Aren't we supposed to kill them?"
"I was just getting to that." Kahn said harshly and leveled the gun at Raze. "Sorry old friend."
Adam shoved open his apartment door, shuffled to his couch and collapsed into the worn out thing. It was only then that he realized something was wrong. He opened his eyes as a gun cracked across his face and threw him unconscious to the floor.
Hesper awoke in darkness that parted like sticky molasses. Threads of it clung to her as she looked at the room. It wasn't the same one as the chamber with the vampire. It was a room. Complete with a bed, small window and three stone walls. There was even a warped old chair in one of the corners.
Sitting up from the floor told her she was cold. She crawled her way to the bars that made up the fourth wall. Pressing her face to the bars she cringed at the grime and grease that coated her skin.
Letting out a heavy sigh brought sound to her ears. She listened for a moment before recognizing it. Moments later a heavy door was pushed aside and there was a thud. A weak groan followed it and she tried to see it. Nothing was visible yet.
Two men in black finally came into sight and were dragging a man in pale green scrubs. His brown hair was mussed and his face was marred with a dark bruise.
"Adam!" Hesper tried to reach for him but one of the men smacked her hand back.
Hesper recognized him as one half of the police who had been questioning her.
"What is going on?" She yelled as they opened the door across from her and threw Adam inside.
"You'll find out."
"Why don't you just tell me?" Hesper snapped.
"Mr. Florian will tell you what you need to know." The police left and the door was closed firmly.
Hesper stared blankly, "Florian." She felt fear encase her heart as the organ pumped. Icy shots of it shot down her nerves, bringing on a migraine. "Oh god, not Florian. Please, not him." She sank against the bars as a sense of total hopelessness pressed down on her.