Disclaimer - I don't own any of LJ's characters and I don't make any money
blah blah blah. However, I do own Tar, Dain, Zarach and Bono, but
unfortunately, they haven't been paying their rent so I don't make any
money out of them either. Damn. Reviews are really appreciated.
CHAPTER FIVE - INFORMATION
Ash heard the bell ring as he entered the bar. Half a dozen heads looked up, studying him, judging him. A year ago he would have felt comfortable here, felt like he belonged. It was Nightworld Club.
Ash headed straight to the bar and ordered a mineral water. He stole quick glances around the club, searching, searching for him. He signalled to the barman.
"Is Bono in today?"
The barman studied him, weighing up his expression.
"He's out back. Go right on out."
Ash gulped the last of his water, not wanting to seem rude and slipped through the back door. Sure enough there was Bono trying to seduce some poor human girl.
"Bono, Bono, Bono. When will you ever learn that humans do not find you dwarves attractive."
Bono looked up startled. If Ash hadn't caught him by the scruff of the neck instantly, he would have run as fast as his little legs would carry him. Last time he'd crossed paths with the Redfern he'd ended being nearly burnt alive. He didn't treasure the memory.
"Don't worry Bono. I'm only after information, not your useless hide. There is an enclave somewhere near here, isn't there." Bono nodded quickly.
"Where is it?"
"It's underground. Under almost the entire city. Only the shapeshifter knows all the entrances. I don't know any, I swear." Ash could practically feel the fear dripping off Bono's body.
"Who is this shapeshifter and where can I find him?"
"Zarach. Zarach is his name. I don't know where he is."
Zarach was the name of shapeshifter who had done something to Mary Lynette. He was going to find him. Ash punched the dwarf in the stomach and he keeled over.
"Tell me Bono. I can still see those burn scars."
"He's at the Alanté Hotel.Room 167.You'll never catch him.He's skipping town tonight." He managed to choke out.
"Watch me."
Ash fled down the alley and jumped in the back seat of the waiting four by four. Quinn looked in the rear view mirror.
"Well."
"Alanté Hotel, room 167."
*** Ash was in such a mental tornado by the time they reached the hotel, that Quinn could feel the rage coming off him in sheets. They got to the reception desk and calmly Quinn managed to ask the receptionist the directions to the room.
"Are you Ash Redfern?"
The question made Ash jump a mile from the floor. Ash nodded cautiously.
"Welcome to the Alanté Hotel, Mr Redfern. Mr Zarach is expecting you and said to send you straight up."
Quinn listened carefully to the instructions she gave. As soon as they were out of ear range, Ash uttered:
"Bono."
Ash practically broke down the door and showed his surprise to see Zarach sat calmly in the only chair in the room.
"I've been expecting you, Ash Redfern, although I'm disappointed to say I was expecting you much earlier."
"Tell me what you've done with Mary Lynette. Now."
Quinn placed a restraining arm on Ash and felt Rashel do the same on the other side.
"I took her to the enclave. That's what she wanted you know."
"Where is the entrance?"
"Well, there are hundreds of them Ash. In wardrobes, clubs, stations and phone boxes. Where do you want to go in?"
"The most conspicuous."
"All right. There is a car park right almost on the beach. Go south for about a mile and you'll find a small cove that's only dry in low tide. Climb up the back wall, but that's no easy task mind you, it's over five hundred feet high. You'll come in through a small crack in the main hall. Good luck."
Ash straightened and shook off his companion's hands. He thought for a moment then added, "I'm not going to need any luck, because you're coming with us."
Zarach was astounded. He stared blankly at Ash for several moments.
"You put her in there, Zarach and now you're going to help get her out."
Realising he was beaten, Zarach re-opened his packed suitcase, took out a bottle of beer and took a swig.
"Meet me at the car park at." He searched for the tidal charts in his suitcase. Finding a yellowed paper, he traced his finger along the column until he found what he was looking for. ".6.30am tomorrow morning. Yes, that'll be fine."
Ash stared at the shapeshifter for another moment then stormed out of the building.
*** Quinn dropped Rashel back at the motel and glanced in the rear view mirror. Ash had paled considerably today and Quinn wondered when the last he'd fed was. He got out of the car and motioned for Ash to follow him. Once they were on the other side of town, Quinn gestured to a lone jogger. Ash shook his head.
I'm not asking you to kill him, Ash. You have to feed to keep up your strength.
Ash looked at Quinn's concerned face and stalked after the jogger. Quinn began walking in the opposite direction. He was readying himself to spring on the unsuspecting jogger, when a flash of red hair dove out from a nearby alley grabbed the jogger and pulled him back into it just as quick.
CHAPTER FIVE - INFORMATION
Ash heard the bell ring as he entered the bar. Half a dozen heads looked up, studying him, judging him. A year ago he would have felt comfortable here, felt like he belonged. It was Nightworld Club.
Ash headed straight to the bar and ordered a mineral water. He stole quick glances around the club, searching, searching for him. He signalled to the barman.
"Is Bono in today?"
The barman studied him, weighing up his expression.
"He's out back. Go right on out."
Ash gulped the last of his water, not wanting to seem rude and slipped through the back door. Sure enough there was Bono trying to seduce some poor human girl.
"Bono, Bono, Bono. When will you ever learn that humans do not find you dwarves attractive."
Bono looked up startled. If Ash hadn't caught him by the scruff of the neck instantly, he would have run as fast as his little legs would carry him. Last time he'd crossed paths with the Redfern he'd ended being nearly burnt alive. He didn't treasure the memory.
"Don't worry Bono. I'm only after information, not your useless hide. There is an enclave somewhere near here, isn't there." Bono nodded quickly.
"Where is it?"
"It's underground. Under almost the entire city. Only the shapeshifter knows all the entrances. I don't know any, I swear." Ash could practically feel the fear dripping off Bono's body.
"Who is this shapeshifter and where can I find him?"
"Zarach. Zarach is his name. I don't know where he is."
Zarach was the name of shapeshifter who had done something to Mary Lynette. He was going to find him. Ash punched the dwarf in the stomach and he keeled over.
"Tell me Bono. I can still see those burn scars."
"He's at the Alanté Hotel.Room 167.You'll never catch him.He's skipping town tonight." He managed to choke out.
"Watch me."
Ash fled down the alley and jumped in the back seat of the waiting four by four. Quinn looked in the rear view mirror.
"Well."
"Alanté Hotel, room 167."
*** Ash was in such a mental tornado by the time they reached the hotel, that Quinn could feel the rage coming off him in sheets. They got to the reception desk and calmly Quinn managed to ask the receptionist the directions to the room.
"Are you Ash Redfern?"
The question made Ash jump a mile from the floor. Ash nodded cautiously.
"Welcome to the Alanté Hotel, Mr Redfern. Mr Zarach is expecting you and said to send you straight up."
Quinn listened carefully to the instructions she gave. As soon as they were out of ear range, Ash uttered:
"Bono."
Ash practically broke down the door and showed his surprise to see Zarach sat calmly in the only chair in the room.
"I've been expecting you, Ash Redfern, although I'm disappointed to say I was expecting you much earlier."
"Tell me what you've done with Mary Lynette. Now."
Quinn placed a restraining arm on Ash and felt Rashel do the same on the other side.
"I took her to the enclave. That's what she wanted you know."
"Where is the entrance?"
"Well, there are hundreds of them Ash. In wardrobes, clubs, stations and phone boxes. Where do you want to go in?"
"The most conspicuous."
"All right. There is a car park right almost on the beach. Go south for about a mile and you'll find a small cove that's only dry in low tide. Climb up the back wall, but that's no easy task mind you, it's over five hundred feet high. You'll come in through a small crack in the main hall. Good luck."
Ash straightened and shook off his companion's hands. He thought for a moment then added, "I'm not going to need any luck, because you're coming with us."
Zarach was astounded. He stared blankly at Ash for several moments.
"You put her in there, Zarach and now you're going to help get her out."
Realising he was beaten, Zarach re-opened his packed suitcase, took out a bottle of beer and took a swig.
"Meet me at the car park at." He searched for the tidal charts in his suitcase. Finding a yellowed paper, he traced his finger along the column until he found what he was looking for. ".6.30am tomorrow morning. Yes, that'll be fine."
Ash stared at the shapeshifter for another moment then stormed out of the building.
*** Quinn dropped Rashel back at the motel and glanced in the rear view mirror. Ash had paled considerably today and Quinn wondered when the last he'd fed was. He got out of the car and motioned for Ash to follow him. Once they were on the other side of town, Quinn gestured to a lone jogger. Ash shook his head.
I'm not asking you to kill him, Ash. You have to feed to keep up your strength.
Ash looked at Quinn's concerned face and stalked after the jogger. Quinn began walking in the opposite direction. He was readying himself to spring on the unsuspecting jogger, when a flash of red hair dove out from a nearby alley grabbed the jogger and pulled him back into it just as quick.