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A bit later at the vampires' lair.
"You stupid girl!" Geoff yelled in fury as he slapped her across the jaw.
"I'm sorry," Dracy cried, her dark eyes spilled over with crimson tears, "I swear he was alone; the other came after I'd already begun."
"She's right," Rolind defended her quietly. "He appeared to be alone."
Dracy turned and gazed at him in confusion, "You followed me?"
"Yes, at my insistence," Informed Geoff coldly. "I've told you before, it's dangerous to go hunting in this town alone."
"I don't need anyone's help," Dracy replied defiantly.
"Dracy, when last I checked you were not leading this coven," Geoff told her sternly, "You'd do well to remember that or you will be made to share the fate of Maxwell." He referred to the knave who'd almost cost them their lair.
"Yes master," She replied soberly.
"My liege," Rolind interjected then, "That one might prove to be a good addition to our number. Never have I seen such sinew on a mortal man of flesh and bone."
"Really?" Geoff spoke thoughtfully. "What say you to this? Dracy, you may speak freely."
"The one that followed after was alike in that manner," Dracy remembered aloud.
"Perhaps, it may be well to observe these mortals," Geoff responded, "Jarreth, accompany Rolind and Dracy to the hospital where they have taken him. See what you can find out, if you get an opportunity deal with the tainted one. We cannot risk the chance that they will discover the venom in his veins.
A flaxen haired, handsome vampire male nodded in silent acceptance of the task.
Together, the trio glided out into the crisp black night. They crossed the rooftops with great haste until they reached the building known as Mercy General Hospital. Finding an access door, the vampires infiltrated the medical facility undetected. They found a supply closet and quickly disguised them self in the hideously bright garbs of orderlies to continue their investigation.
"Now, here is the plan," Jarreth told them. "Rolind, you will find the lab and make sure any samples they've obtained already are destroyed. Dracy, you will assist me in recovering the prey. We will meet back upon the rooftop in twenty minutes. Then we will take the man back for Geoff to decide his fate from there."
It didn't take them long to figure out which room the unlucky man had been given. The nurses apparently were too busy gossiping to notice the strange orderlies that were wandering around the floor. Dracy gave a silent nod to Jarreth after looking through the observation window into the room. Rob Van Dam, the elder vampire read the tag attached to the man's room. After making sure he was indeed alone, they wheeled an empty wheelchair into the hospital room.
The man stirred a little when they came near the bed.
"Relax, Mr. Van Dam, we've come to take you for some more tests," lied the blonde vampire.
Rob nodded weakly and allowed them to move him to the wheelchair. He didn't recognize Dracy because of how dark the alley had been when she attacked him. She purposely held her silence knowing that he might recognize her distinct Irish lilt. The ruse worked like a charm and soon they had Rob out of the room and up the hallway to the elevators. They had just reached the roof access stairway when the alarms went off in the hospital.
Came a voice over the p.a. system
"Hey, where are you taking me?" Rob demanded in response as he tried to get out of the chair.
"Quiet!" Dracy hissed.
Rob turned and regarded her with a look of pure horror. He indeed recognized the voice of the person was responsible for his stay in the hospital. The trouble was he had no idea 'what' she was and wasn't sure he was strong enough to fight her a second time. He'd lost a good amount of blood and was still feeling the effects. Then suddenly he stopped his thoughts as his mind fell to darkness.
"Was that necessary?" Rolind asked of Jarreth, coming through the door to assist.
"Quite," Jarreth smiled cruelly back and this way he won't struggle.
Poor Rob had been knocked unconscious by a decisive quick blow to the temple from the eldest vampire in the trio. Together Jarreth and Rolind picked him up, Dracy held the door open and they made it to the rooftop long before the security guards came across the empty wheelchair. They were already long gone by the time they made it onto the roof.
A bit later at the vampires' lair.
"You stupid girl!" Geoff yelled in fury as he slapped her across the jaw.
"I'm sorry," Dracy cried, her dark eyes spilled over with crimson tears, "I swear he was alone; the other came after I'd already begun."
"She's right," Rolind defended her quietly. "He appeared to be alone."
Dracy turned and gazed at him in confusion, "You followed me?"
"Yes, at my insistence," Informed Geoff coldly. "I've told you before, it's dangerous to go hunting in this town alone."
"I don't need anyone's help," Dracy replied defiantly.
"Dracy, when last I checked you were not leading this coven," Geoff told her sternly, "You'd do well to remember that or you will be made to share the fate of Maxwell." He referred to the knave who'd almost cost them their lair.
"Yes master," She replied soberly.
"My liege," Rolind interjected then, "That one might prove to be a good addition to our number. Never have I seen such sinew on a mortal man of flesh and bone."
"Really?" Geoff spoke thoughtfully. "What say you to this? Dracy, you may speak freely."
"The one that followed after was alike in that manner," Dracy remembered aloud.
"Perhaps, it may be well to observe these mortals," Geoff responded, "Jarreth, accompany Rolind and Dracy to the hospital where they have taken him. See what you can find out, if you get an opportunity deal with the tainted one. We cannot risk the chance that they will discover the venom in his veins.
A flaxen haired, handsome vampire male nodded in silent acceptance of the task.
Together, the trio glided out into the crisp black night. They crossed the rooftops with great haste until they reached the building known as Mercy General Hospital. Finding an access door, the vampires infiltrated the medical facility undetected. They found a supply closet and quickly disguised them self in the hideously bright garbs of orderlies to continue their investigation.
"Now, here is the plan," Jarreth told them. "Rolind, you will find the lab and make sure any samples they've obtained already are destroyed. Dracy, you will assist me in recovering the prey. We will meet back upon the rooftop in twenty minutes. Then we will take the man back for Geoff to decide his fate from there."
It didn't take them long to figure out which room the unlucky man had been given. The nurses apparently were too busy gossiping to notice the strange orderlies that were wandering around the floor. Dracy gave a silent nod to Jarreth after looking through the observation window into the room. Rob Van Dam, the elder vampire read the tag attached to the man's room. After making sure he was indeed alone, they wheeled an empty wheelchair into the hospital room.
The man stirred a little when they came near the bed.
"Relax, Mr. Van Dam, we've come to take you for some more tests," lied the blonde vampire.
Rob nodded weakly and allowed them to move him to the wheelchair. He didn't recognize Dracy because of how dark the alley had been when she attacked him. She purposely held her silence knowing that he might recognize her distinct Irish lilt. The ruse worked like a charm and soon they had Rob out of the room and up the hallway to the elevators. They had just reached the roof access stairway when the alarms went off in the hospital.
Came a voice over the p.a. system
"Hey, where are you taking me?" Rob demanded in response as he tried to get out of the chair.
"Quiet!" Dracy hissed.
Rob turned and regarded her with a look of pure horror. He indeed recognized the voice of the person was responsible for his stay in the hospital. The trouble was he had no idea 'what' she was and wasn't sure he was strong enough to fight her a second time. He'd lost a good amount of blood and was still feeling the effects. Then suddenly he stopped his thoughts as his mind fell to darkness.
"Was that necessary?" Rolind asked of Jarreth, coming through the door to assist.
"Quite," Jarreth smiled cruelly back and this way he won't struggle.
Poor Rob had been knocked unconscious by a decisive quick blow to the temple from the eldest vampire in the trio. Together Jarreth and Rolind picked him up, Dracy held the door open and they made it to the rooftop long before the security guards came across the empty wheelchair. They were already long gone by the time they made it onto the roof.