Part 14
(Dayna)
I didn't really know why I was bothering to do this. I had followed the Night People to Eliza's house. Marcie must be in there somewhere. I hated Marcie, and Marcie hated me.
But we did have one thing in common: we *both* hated vampires.
And even if it was the most irritating person in the world, I couldn't leave them to such an accused fate as torture to death by Night World scum.
My hand was gripped tightly on my stake. There were only three of them. I'd had worse odds before. People seemed to view me as a bimbo, I had no illusions about that,
Actually, it worked out pretty well for her. I had a nice habit of surprising people when they least expected it, and it was always extremely fun.
I cursed under my breath when I trod on a piece of broken bottle, alerting Layla's attention.
"What was that?"
"Probably a squirrel or something," Grace said dismissively. "Come on. I just hope Eliza hasn't killed the bitch already." Grace went inside the large mansion.
Layla looked around for several minutes. I whistled softly, deliberately distracting her, drawing her into the darkness. Layla came quickly, not expecting me stepping out and plunging my stake home.
I didn't even bother stopping to admire my handy work, I turned and hurried into the house, catching Grace in the back as she talked on a cordless phone.
I tried the basement but to no avail. Where else would you keep a hostage to torture? The place was huge and could talk hours to search properly.
I wished I could communicate telepathically. It would save a lot of time and effort. Marcie had better be damned grateful when I finally did get round to rescuing her.
I sneaked up a back staircase I found that never seemed to end. Where the hell was I going? The Moon? Outer space?
Finally I came to a door, leading to an attic. And inside was Marcie. This was almost *too* easy, but why complain? I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks to my own life?
Marcie was tied to a chair, there were chains on the floor beside her. There was no sign of Eliza anywhere. Marcie was covered in dried blood, but conscious.
She looked more than a little surprised to see me. "Why are you here?" she asked. She was clearly tougher than she looked.
"Why the hell do you think?" I snapped, slicing the ropes with a pocket knife. "Rescuing your miserable ass. Don't ask why, let's just get the hell out of here."
Marcie almost smiled. "The vamps?" she asked, standing up wincing a little.
"I wasted Layla and Grace," I answered proudly, turning to go back the way I'd come. "I don't know where Eliza is."
"Devin?" Marcie asked, almost hopefully.
"God knows," I said with a snort. "He said he went to get answers on your whereabouts."
Marcie scowled as they hurried down the staircase. "He went to that Catalina bitch."
I sighed, not bothering to disagree. She should have known. "What are you going to do about it?"
Marcie smiled. Clearly a day of vampire torture didn't have that much physical affect on her - unless you counted the burning need for revenge that kept us all going. "We're vampire hunters, right?"
I nodded.
Marcie continued smirking. "Let's go hunt ourselves a vampire."
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(Dayna)
I didn't really know why I was bothering to do this. I had followed the Night People to Eliza's house. Marcie must be in there somewhere. I hated Marcie, and Marcie hated me.
But we did have one thing in common: we *both* hated vampires.
And even if it was the most irritating person in the world, I couldn't leave them to such an accused fate as torture to death by Night World scum.
My hand was gripped tightly on my stake. There were only three of them. I'd had worse odds before. People seemed to view me as a bimbo, I had no illusions about that,
Actually, it worked out pretty well for her. I had a nice habit of surprising people when they least expected it, and it was always extremely fun.
I cursed under my breath when I trod on a piece of broken bottle, alerting Layla's attention.
"What was that?"
"Probably a squirrel or something," Grace said dismissively. "Come on. I just hope Eliza hasn't killed the bitch already." Grace went inside the large mansion.
Layla looked around for several minutes. I whistled softly, deliberately distracting her, drawing her into the darkness. Layla came quickly, not expecting me stepping out and plunging my stake home.
I didn't even bother stopping to admire my handy work, I turned and hurried into the house, catching Grace in the back as she talked on a cordless phone.
I tried the basement but to no avail. Where else would you keep a hostage to torture? The place was huge and could talk hours to search properly.
I wished I could communicate telepathically. It would save a lot of time and effort. Marcie had better be damned grateful when I finally did get round to rescuing her.
I sneaked up a back staircase I found that never seemed to end. Where the hell was I going? The Moon? Outer space?
Finally I came to a door, leading to an attic. And inside was Marcie. This was almost *too* easy, but why complain? I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks to my own life?
Marcie was tied to a chair, there were chains on the floor beside her. There was no sign of Eliza anywhere. Marcie was covered in dried blood, but conscious.
She looked more than a little surprised to see me. "Why are you here?" she asked. She was clearly tougher than she looked.
"Why the hell do you think?" I snapped, slicing the ropes with a pocket knife. "Rescuing your miserable ass. Don't ask why, let's just get the hell out of here."
Marcie almost smiled. "The vamps?" she asked, standing up wincing a little.
"I wasted Layla and Grace," I answered proudly, turning to go back the way I'd come. "I don't know where Eliza is."
"Devin?" Marcie asked, almost hopefully.
"God knows," I said with a snort. "He said he went to get answers on your whereabouts."
Marcie scowled as they hurried down the staircase. "He went to that Catalina bitch."
I sighed, not bothering to disagree. She should have known. "What are you going to do about it?"
Marcie smiled. Clearly a day of vampire torture didn't have that much physical affect on her - unless you counted the burning need for revenge that kept us all going. "We're vampire hunters, right?"
I nodded.
Marcie continued smirking. "Let's go hunt ourselves a vampire."
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