Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own them, so don't sue. And anything goes,
my story, remember?
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Chapter 2:
Brett's green eyes snapped open. She found herself lying in a bed, her clothes and hair still matted with blood. Her skin had been wiped clean, well, at least the skin that was visible. She sat up to find herself in a small room, with a single window and door. The only light came from the blue glow of outside. She reached up and massaged her forehead, it was pounding. She swung her legs over the bed, and stood shakily.
She inched quietly towards the open door. All was quiet beyond the door. She peered outside the room, but couldn't see anything but a faint light. She stepped slowly out of the room, slow so her boots wouldn't click loudly. She held her breath as she moved around. She wasn't wearing a watch, and she didn't feel her cell phone in her pocket, either it fell out at the club, or the man who held her captive had took it.
She tried to think back to what happened at the club. Was Darlah okay? She stopped and put her hand on a metal rack to steady herself. Her eyes adjusted to the little light, and she realized she was in a garage type place. She took a breath and began moving again, she had to get out of there. She stopped when she heard voices. She glanced around an old car that had been raised slightly as to let someone work on it.
Standing by a table cluttered with trinkets galore, was the man with the sunglasses, and an older man, with long gray hair. The older man seemed a little upset...no that wasn't it. Brett couldn't find a word to describe this man.
"That doesn't explain why you brought her back with you?" the older man said.
"She has the mark." Sunglasses man said.
The older guy's brow furrowed. "The mark?" he asked.
"The crescent moon on her neck." The first guy said.
Brett's right hand shot up to her neck. Her birthmark? What was so special about that?
"What do you plan on doing with her?" the old man asked.
"I haven't decided yet." The first said, "Just as long as we keep her away from Frost."
"Blade, you're gonna start a war." The old man said.
Brett thought a second. Blade. Was that the man's name? It sounded so familiar, yet she couldn't place where she'd heard it before. She had to grab onto the car to steady herself again, she was shaking, either from nerves or fear, she couldn't decide. But she hadn't known that the mirror on the side she was standing on was loose, and of course, that's what she reached for. It fell to the ground with a loud clang.
Blade and the older guy looked up, and Brett did what any normal human being would do. She took off running the other way. She glanced behind her, she couldn't see the two guys, but she could hear footsteps. She turned back around, and skidded to a stop. Blade was in front of her. She went to run the other way, but the old man was behind her, limping towards her.
"Shit." Brett said quietly.
"Going somewhere?" the old man asked, as Blade neared her.
"Yeah." Brett said smartly, if she was going to die, she was going to die a smart ass. "I'm getting the hell outta here."
"No you're not." Blade said.
"You can't keep me here." Brett said.
"Yes I can." Blade said, "If you want to live you'll stay here."
Brett scoffed. "What?" she asked. "If I try to leave, you'll kill me?"
"Whistler and I aren't the ones who want you dead." Blade said.
"We're the good guys." The old man, who Brett assumed was Whistler said.
"So kidnapping me is good?" Brett asked.
"We're protecting you." Blade said.
"Um, I don't see what I need protection from." Brett said shaking her head.
"Blade, can I have a word with you?" Whistler asked.
Blade and him walked a little distance away from Brett. Brett didn't move. She watched Blade and Whistler as they talked quietly. They threw her a glance or two.
"Okay...well, I'm just gonna go now." Brett said, turning slowly towards the exit. "Take care of yourselves...buh bye now."
"Hey. I—"
Brett nearly jumped 3 feet in the air to see a young looking man enter the "garage". He stopped when he saw her also. Then he walked over to Blade.
"Good God." Brett said, "Give me a fuckin' heart attack."
She took a few breaths and watched Blade, Whistler and the new guy.
"B. Whose the chick?" the third guy asked quietly.
"Who we've been searching for." Blade answered quietly.
"She has the mark?" he asked.
"No." Whistler said sarcastically, "We're just guessing its her."
The third guy threw Whistler a glare. He just shrugged it off and turned to Brett.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Brett." She answered, hesitantly.
"Well, Brett. I'm Whistler." He said, "This here's Blade. And this is Scud." There was a note of disgust as he said "Scud".
"Scud?" Brett asked. "I hope that's not your real name."
He rolled his eyes. "It's Josh." He said irritated. "But everyone just calls me Scud."
"Brett," Blade said, pulling her gaze away from Scud. "Ever hear of a man called Deacon Frost?"
"Nope." Brett said, not even actually thinking about Blade's question. "Never."
"Are you sure?" Blade asked, "Never met a guy who went by Deacon Frost?"
Brett suddenly realized she had. When she and Darlah had tried to get into a club before they got the I.Ds. He had been outside, almost greeting people as they entered the club. Darlah had hit on him, leading to him introducing himself, but they hadn't really stayed and chatted or anything.
"What's this got to do with you kidnapping me?" Brett asked.
"Frost is who we're protecting you from?" Blade asked. "He's after you."
"Right." Brett said, "A million people living here, but I'm just that special."
"To vampires you are." Scud said matter-of-factly.
"Vampires?" Brett asked, and her mind jumped to earlier that night, the blood, the piles of ash and dust. "You mean to tell me vampires are hunting me?"
"You're the key to world domination." Whistler said, "That mark on your neck, aint no ordinary birthmark."
Again, Brett's hand went up to her neck.
"It'd be safe, for you to stay here." Blade said, "Keep you out of Frost's reach."
"And, my parents...my friends, my school?" Brett asked.
"How old are you?" Whistler asked.
"Seventeen." Brett answered. She noticed Blade's questioning look, and she admitted, "I have a fake I.D."
Blade sighed and shook his head. "I guess you'll need to stop by your house, then." He said. He turned to Scud. "Take her to her house. Bring her back here when she' ready."
Scud got ready to protest, but changed his mind. Blade glanced back at Brett.
"Grab what you need." He said, "Tell your family you're going to a friend's, and wont be back for a while. At least the whole weekend."
Brett rolled her eyes. "Okay." She said.
Blade nodded, and then he turned and walked away, back to where he and Whistler had been standing when they thought she was still unconscious. Whistler gave Scud a look, before he followed Blade. Scud sighed and turned to Brett.
"Come on." He said.
They stepped outside; the sun was just rising. Scud led her to a car, and he threw open the door for her, before going to the driver's side, and climbing in. Brett slid in the seat and didn't bother with the seatbelt. She could care less. Scud didn't appear to like her, and she didn't mind. He started the car, and drove off.
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Chapter 2:
Brett's green eyes snapped open. She found herself lying in a bed, her clothes and hair still matted with blood. Her skin had been wiped clean, well, at least the skin that was visible. She sat up to find herself in a small room, with a single window and door. The only light came from the blue glow of outside. She reached up and massaged her forehead, it was pounding. She swung her legs over the bed, and stood shakily.
She inched quietly towards the open door. All was quiet beyond the door. She peered outside the room, but couldn't see anything but a faint light. She stepped slowly out of the room, slow so her boots wouldn't click loudly. She held her breath as she moved around. She wasn't wearing a watch, and she didn't feel her cell phone in her pocket, either it fell out at the club, or the man who held her captive had took it.
She tried to think back to what happened at the club. Was Darlah okay? She stopped and put her hand on a metal rack to steady herself. Her eyes adjusted to the little light, and she realized she was in a garage type place. She took a breath and began moving again, she had to get out of there. She stopped when she heard voices. She glanced around an old car that had been raised slightly as to let someone work on it.
Standing by a table cluttered with trinkets galore, was the man with the sunglasses, and an older man, with long gray hair. The older man seemed a little upset...no that wasn't it. Brett couldn't find a word to describe this man.
"That doesn't explain why you brought her back with you?" the older man said.
"She has the mark." Sunglasses man said.
The older guy's brow furrowed. "The mark?" he asked.
"The crescent moon on her neck." The first guy said.
Brett's right hand shot up to her neck. Her birthmark? What was so special about that?
"What do you plan on doing with her?" the old man asked.
"I haven't decided yet." The first said, "Just as long as we keep her away from Frost."
"Blade, you're gonna start a war." The old man said.
Brett thought a second. Blade. Was that the man's name? It sounded so familiar, yet she couldn't place where she'd heard it before. She had to grab onto the car to steady herself again, she was shaking, either from nerves or fear, she couldn't decide. But she hadn't known that the mirror on the side she was standing on was loose, and of course, that's what she reached for. It fell to the ground with a loud clang.
Blade and the older guy looked up, and Brett did what any normal human being would do. She took off running the other way. She glanced behind her, she couldn't see the two guys, but she could hear footsteps. She turned back around, and skidded to a stop. Blade was in front of her. She went to run the other way, but the old man was behind her, limping towards her.
"Shit." Brett said quietly.
"Going somewhere?" the old man asked, as Blade neared her.
"Yeah." Brett said smartly, if she was going to die, she was going to die a smart ass. "I'm getting the hell outta here."
"No you're not." Blade said.
"You can't keep me here." Brett said.
"Yes I can." Blade said, "If you want to live you'll stay here."
Brett scoffed. "What?" she asked. "If I try to leave, you'll kill me?"
"Whistler and I aren't the ones who want you dead." Blade said.
"We're the good guys." The old man, who Brett assumed was Whistler said.
"So kidnapping me is good?" Brett asked.
"We're protecting you." Blade said.
"Um, I don't see what I need protection from." Brett said shaking her head.
"Blade, can I have a word with you?" Whistler asked.
Blade and him walked a little distance away from Brett. Brett didn't move. She watched Blade and Whistler as they talked quietly. They threw her a glance or two.
"Okay...well, I'm just gonna go now." Brett said, turning slowly towards the exit. "Take care of yourselves...buh bye now."
"Hey. I—"
Brett nearly jumped 3 feet in the air to see a young looking man enter the "garage". He stopped when he saw her also. Then he walked over to Blade.
"Good God." Brett said, "Give me a fuckin' heart attack."
She took a few breaths and watched Blade, Whistler and the new guy.
"B. Whose the chick?" the third guy asked quietly.
"Who we've been searching for." Blade answered quietly.
"She has the mark?" he asked.
"No." Whistler said sarcastically, "We're just guessing its her."
The third guy threw Whistler a glare. He just shrugged it off and turned to Brett.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Brett." She answered, hesitantly.
"Well, Brett. I'm Whistler." He said, "This here's Blade. And this is Scud." There was a note of disgust as he said "Scud".
"Scud?" Brett asked. "I hope that's not your real name."
He rolled his eyes. "It's Josh." He said irritated. "But everyone just calls me Scud."
"Brett," Blade said, pulling her gaze away from Scud. "Ever hear of a man called Deacon Frost?"
"Nope." Brett said, not even actually thinking about Blade's question. "Never."
"Are you sure?" Blade asked, "Never met a guy who went by Deacon Frost?"
Brett suddenly realized she had. When she and Darlah had tried to get into a club before they got the I.Ds. He had been outside, almost greeting people as they entered the club. Darlah had hit on him, leading to him introducing himself, but they hadn't really stayed and chatted or anything.
"What's this got to do with you kidnapping me?" Brett asked.
"Frost is who we're protecting you from?" Blade asked. "He's after you."
"Right." Brett said, "A million people living here, but I'm just that special."
"To vampires you are." Scud said matter-of-factly.
"Vampires?" Brett asked, and her mind jumped to earlier that night, the blood, the piles of ash and dust. "You mean to tell me vampires are hunting me?"
"You're the key to world domination." Whistler said, "That mark on your neck, aint no ordinary birthmark."
Again, Brett's hand went up to her neck.
"It'd be safe, for you to stay here." Blade said, "Keep you out of Frost's reach."
"And, my parents...my friends, my school?" Brett asked.
"How old are you?" Whistler asked.
"Seventeen." Brett answered. She noticed Blade's questioning look, and she admitted, "I have a fake I.D."
Blade sighed and shook his head. "I guess you'll need to stop by your house, then." He said. He turned to Scud. "Take her to her house. Bring her back here when she' ready."
Scud got ready to protest, but changed his mind. Blade glanced back at Brett.
"Grab what you need." He said, "Tell your family you're going to a friend's, and wont be back for a while. At least the whole weekend."
Brett rolled her eyes. "Okay." She said.
Blade nodded, and then he turned and walked away, back to where he and Whistler had been standing when they thought she was still unconscious. Whistler gave Scud a look, before he followed Blade. Scud sighed and turned to Brett.
"Come on." He said.
They stepped outside; the sun was just rising. Scud led her to a car, and he threw open the door for her, before going to the driver's side, and climbing in. Brett slid in the seat and didn't bother with the seatbelt. She could care less. Scud didn't appear to like her, and she didn't mind. He started the car, and drove off.
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