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Frank and Joe were finally able to get the sketch around noon. Frank's eyes widened when he saw the picture.
"Joe, does this picture remind you of someone?" Frank asked his brother.
Joe nodded. "It looks a lot like Aiden."
"Exactly. Except the person in this sketch looks a little older." Frank said.
"Should we tell Detective Phillips?" Joe asked.
"He definitely needs to know. Maybe if he brings Aiden in for questioning, we can get some straight answers from him." Frank said.
Joe made the call to Phillips. "You need to pick him up. And believe me, when you see him you'll swear it's the guy in the sketch."
"I'm on it." Detective Phillips said and hung up the phone.
"Let's ride down to the police station. I want to be there when they bring Aiden in." Frank said.
They made it to the police station in ten minutes. They only had to wait fifteen minutes before Aiden was brought in. Detective Phillips had the brother wait out in the hall while they questioned Aiden.
"You think he'll tell them anything?" Joe asked Frank.
Frank stared at the door to the interrogation room. "I sure hope so."
Nancy's head throbbed. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them. She was lying on something soft and right now she didn't mind. She tried to remember what had happened and quickly opened her eyes again. Now she remembered. A needle was plunged into her arm and she had blacked out.
"Aiden." She whispered fearfully.
She sat up slowly to find that she was in a strange room that was lavishly decorated in red and golds.
I don't remember this room, she thought to herself. Her eyes landed on the door across the room. She got off the bed and sluggishly made her way to it. She tried the knob to find that is was locked from the outside. She hit the door in frustration.
"What is going on here?" She asked out loud. She them heard the sound of footsteps and quickly ran back to the bed. She pretended to be out of it when she heard a key in the lock.
When the door opened Nancy held her breath. She heard the footstpes approach and the bed and stop. Then she felt a hand touch her face. Nancy jerked her eyes open and saw an unfamiliar face staring down at her. She jumped up in alarm.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The man smiled at her. "You don't recognize me?"
"If I did, why would I ask you?" Nancy retorted.
"Passion. He didn't tell me that you had passion." The man said.
"You still didn't answer my question." Nancy said.
"My name is Duncan Thornhart." Nancy's eyes flickered in recognition. "You do know who I am."
Nancy shook her head. "No." She whispered. "It can't be." She got off the bed and backed away from him.
"In the flesh." Duncan smiled at her.
Nancy didn't want him to smile at her. He disgusted her.
"Why am I here?" She asked a little more calmly.
"To serve a purpose." Duncan answered.
Nancy was confused. "Purpose? What purpose?"
Duncan walked around the bed towards her. Nancy stepped back until she was against the wall. "You're going to give my son what he needs."
"I don't understand." Nancy said.
"I want Aiden to be very happy." Duncan said.
"Aiden." Nancy gasped.
Duncan chuckled. "You don't have to understand, my dear. You just have to do what I tell you and you'll be safe." Nancy cringed as he moved her hair off her neck. "Such a beautiful neck. Such a beaustiful girl. I think Aiden chose right this time."
"This time? What do you mean?" Nancy asked.
"My son has brought home many girls. But none as beautiful and passionate as you." Duncan explained. He was still looking at her neck hungrily.
Nancy swallowed hard. "Is it true what they say about you? That you're a...vampire?"
"What do you think." He smiled at her and finally looked her in the eyes.
"Oh, God." She whispered.
"I'll have you saying otherwise later." He turned his back to her. Nancy breathed a little easier. She then spied a vase on the table beside her. She reached over, grabbed it, and smashed it over Duncan's head. It barely fazed him.
He shook the blow off. Nancy started for the door, but he grabbed her and turned her around to whisper in her ear.
"That was a stupid move, Nancy. But I also have to give you credit. I've never had a woman fight as hard as you. But I will give you a warning. Try something like that again and it will be the last thing that you do. Understand?"
Nancy nodded.
"Good. Go put on your dress. I left it in the bathroom for you. And don't try anything funny. It really would be a shame for something to happen to one of your friends." He let her go and disappeared. But he immediatley reappearded in front of her. "And besides, I'll find you."
Frank and Joe were finally able to get the sketch around noon. Frank's eyes widened when he saw the picture.
"Joe, does this picture remind you of someone?" Frank asked his brother.
Joe nodded. "It looks a lot like Aiden."
"Exactly. Except the person in this sketch looks a little older." Frank said.
"Should we tell Detective Phillips?" Joe asked.
"He definitely needs to know. Maybe if he brings Aiden in for questioning, we can get some straight answers from him." Frank said.
Joe made the call to Phillips. "You need to pick him up. And believe me, when you see him you'll swear it's the guy in the sketch."
"I'm on it." Detective Phillips said and hung up the phone.
"Let's ride down to the police station. I want to be there when they bring Aiden in." Frank said.
They made it to the police station in ten minutes. They only had to wait fifteen minutes before Aiden was brought in. Detective Phillips had the brother wait out in the hall while they questioned Aiden.
"You think he'll tell them anything?" Joe asked Frank.
Frank stared at the door to the interrogation room. "I sure hope so."
Nancy's head throbbed. She slowly opened her eyes and quickly closed them. She was lying on something soft and right now she didn't mind. She tried to remember what had happened and quickly opened her eyes again. Now she remembered. A needle was plunged into her arm and she had blacked out.
"Aiden." She whispered fearfully.
She sat up slowly to find that she was in a strange room that was lavishly decorated in red and golds.
I don't remember this room, she thought to herself. Her eyes landed on the door across the room. She got off the bed and sluggishly made her way to it. She tried the knob to find that is was locked from the outside. She hit the door in frustration.
"What is going on here?" She asked out loud. She them heard the sound of footsteps and quickly ran back to the bed. She pretended to be out of it when she heard a key in the lock.
When the door opened Nancy held her breath. She heard the footstpes approach and the bed and stop. Then she felt a hand touch her face. Nancy jerked her eyes open and saw an unfamiliar face staring down at her. She jumped up in alarm.
"Who are you?" She asked.
The man smiled at her. "You don't recognize me?"
"If I did, why would I ask you?" Nancy retorted.
"Passion. He didn't tell me that you had passion." The man said.
"You still didn't answer my question." Nancy said.
"My name is Duncan Thornhart." Nancy's eyes flickered in recognition. "You do know who I am."
Nancy shook her head. "No." She whispered. "It can't be." She got off the bed and backed away from him.
"In the flesh." Duncan smiled at her.
Nancy didn't want him to smile at her. He disgusted her.
"Why am I here?" She asked a little more calmly.
"To serve a purpose." Duncan answered.
Nancy was confused. "Purpose? What purpose?"
Duncan walked around the bed towards her. Nancy stepped back until she was against the wall. "You're going to give my son what he needs."
"I don't understand." Nancy said.
"I want Aiden to be very happy." Duncan said.
"Aiden." Nancy gasped.
Duncan chuckled. "You don't have to understand, my dear. You just have to do what I tell you and you'll be safe." Nancy cringed as he moved her hair off her neck. "Such a beautiful neck. Such a beaustiful girl. I think Aiden chose right this time."
"This time? What do you mean?" Nancy asked.
"My son has brought home many girls. But none as beautiful and passionate as you." Duncan explained. He was still looking at her neck hungrily.
Nancy swallowed hard. "Is it true what they say about you? That you're a...vampire?"
"What do you think." He smiled at her and finally looked her in the eyes.
"Oh, God." She whispered.
"I'll have you saying otherwise later." He turned his back to her. Nancy breathed a little easier. She then spied a vase on the table beside her. She reached over, grabbed it, and smashed it over Duncan's head. It barely fazed him.
He shook the blow off. Nancy started for the door, but he grabbed her and turned her around to whisper in her ear.
"That was a stupid move, Nancy. But I also have to give you credit. I've never had a woman fight as hard as you. But I will give you a warning. Try something like that again and it will be the last thing that you do. Understand?"
Nancy nodded.
"Good. Go put on your dress. I left it in the bathroom for you. And don't try anything funny. It really would be a shame for something to happen to one of your friends." He let her go and disappeared. But he immediatley reappearded in front of her. "And besides, I'll find you."