Sannie: lol, glad you liked it. And, if it makes you feel any better, in my next fanfiction after this one I probably won't kill Ash. Can't promise though, because he just has such great killing potential:-P, seriously, thanks for the review!
XanthiaNightshade: wow, lol, thanks for the compliment! Completely made my day, and I'm glad you're enjoying the story!
I'm not going to be writing for a day or two after today because I will be away. If I get 4 more reviews I'll write another couple of chapters before I go on holiday on Monday, otherwise you're just all gonna have to wait until I come back on Saturday, Mwuahahahaa.
May the story commence…Plans. They were useless things really until you had one. Jez and Keller were sitting side by side, desperately trying to work out something that would change a useless word into something they could use. They were both sore from recent beatings, where Jez refused to join them or tell them where Galen was and where they were just doubly pissed off at Keller.
Keller found all her thoughts receding into the background. She'd always had hope, always thought that maybe they'd all be saved and she and Galen could live happily ever after. Now that hope was gone. A bittersweet dream.
She would never become Mrs. Keller Drache, she would never again see Galen's wide green eyes widen with emotion, never again kiss him full of all the love offered between them. She would die and he would be heartbroken, but would eventually probably be forced to marry Illiana and attempt something mirroring a life. And maybe it was for the best.
But she couldn't believe that, and now that she and Jez were sitting in the cell, listening to Jez's soulmate's cries of pain as he two was quiet about the whereabouts of Galen. None of them were weak, and Keller was forever thankful that they weren't, it secured Galen's safety.
"Keller?" Jez's voice was raw, her throat suffering a breakage to her vocal chords, she sounded strange, but also kind of how she was supposed to sound, Keller turned one lazy eye on her, "Keller? You're frightening the kids."
Sure enough, the three girls and Galen's parents were staring at her. The girls with scared looks on their faces. Keller didn't understand it, what was she doing? Or was it just the appearance of their would-be sister in law, covered in blood? "huh?"
"You keep mumbling, 'it's all over, there's no hope, we're all gonna die'" Jez informed her worriedly, "sometimes in different order, but basically the drift. Have some hope, Keller; we could get out alive. Two young fighters like ourselves," even if they didn't look like warriors right then.
"Hope is for weak people, Jez, and you've practically said it yourself, neither of us is weak. We both know what's going to happen."
"Maybe we do," Jez agreed, "and maybe we're right. But we still probably have Rashel and Quinn, Delos and Poppy and James and they're all fighters. Fighting for us, we have a small chance. And even if what you say is true, why scare the children?"
With that, both of them lapsed into silence.
Gillian was finally there, at the point that her mind had been racing to get her to. She had slept in a few motels over the nights, watching the TV as a hunt went on trying to find her, useless of course, her parents' and David's teary faces were splashed all over the news, and she felt awful, but she couldn't call them. For one, she didn't have a cell phone, for two, they wouldn't understand what she was doing and would demand she came home.
Now, she was on Night Stock Road, just outside Las Vegas, and staring at a warehouse. It was dark and forbidding, but that didn't necessarily mean it truly belonged to the Night World, Gillian stood outside it for several minutes before making up her mind to investigate. She didn't think of herself as truly brave, but she would be rather embarrassed if she went to the payphone down the road to phone Thierry only to find the Warehouse was empty.
No doubt it would be fitted with security alarms, but Gillian spotted a window to the left of the warehouse, it was smashed, but only tiny. Luckily, Gillian too was tiny, she might just have fit through it.
She crept through the bushes towards the window, then pulled herself up to examine it. It was jagged with broken glass, and it was going to be a tight fit, but she was now confident that she'd be able to fit inside. She pushed herself through it, sucking in everything there was to suck in – which wasn't a lot – she felt glass puncture her side, but she ignored that and tumbled head first into the room.
Luckily, the room was empty. She didn't know what she would have done had it been full of vampires; she wouldn't have stood a chance. It was also, however, empty of any evidence that her friend was here. There were boxes. Empty boxes, she discovered on further inspection, but no Keller. she stepped out of the room, nervously, knowing she could easily be recognized. There were a couple of vampire guards down the hall, she ran and ducked behind a corner when they started to walk towards her.
"What was that?" one of them asked, a woman.
"I didn't hear anything, you're mind's playing tricks on you, Fea."
They passed by her, and Gillian sighed out in relief. Maybe she still had her guardian angel watching out for her, otherwise she wasn't quite sure they'd have walked past her like that. She waited until they finished down the hall, then snuck out and started down the hall.
"Hey, you! Where do you think you're going?" there was a voice behind her, and in her panic Gillian couldn't figure whether it was male or female, friend or foe, but she easily imagined that it would be an enemy. She turned, ready to give up, but she heard words repeated from her as if from very far away, (your name is Hilary Herman, you are with Circle Midnight, you were informed they were expecting you.) (Angel?) she asked incredulously once she'd repeated the words, but she got no reply. If this was Gary, it was a very quiet one.
Or maybe your own brain has started working, she told herself, but if she had been choosing a name it wouldn't have been Hilary, Hilary Herman, the alliteration was a little too much.
"Oh, Ms. Herman, ma'am," she saw the man in front of her bow his head in a symbol of respect, looking contrite, "please excuse my manners, I did not realise. It is just our duty, you see."
(you understand, but he'd better make sure he doesn't let it happen, or he'll be a dead puppy. You didn't expect werewolves – even in this place – to have higher IQ's than sparrows anyway. Ask him to show you to your work,) Oh, but that's mean…insulting a werewolf's intelligence, she thought, she had met many werewolves – Lupe included – who probably had higher IQ's than her. The voice assured her that almost all Night People thought like that, she repeated the words.
The werewolf's face contorted during some of that, but he wasn't going to say anything, instead he nodded, "Yes ma'am. The execution is almost ready to begin."
(Execution? EXECUTION! I'm not going to execute anyone.)
The voice in her head was silent for a while, and she feared it had left her, then it said, (say you were not told of the duty you were here to perform, ask him what it entails.)
She did what he asked and the werewolf laughed, "well, Hilary Harman, you're the best of the best and they still keep you in the dark? We have hostages; you could call them, six of them. Actually, eight, but six are all you need to worry about, sweetheart. The whole of the Drache family, and the little Prince's fiancée."
Keller. she was supposed to execute Keller, (you see, does he have a phone? You told your superiors that you'd tell them as soon as you yourself knew.)
The werewolf blinked twice, "oh, sure," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Gillian knew better than to phone the Descouedres mansion where they'd easily be able to figure out the number. She instead phoned David's cell phone. He was home, but he'd phone Thierry for her."
"Blackburn," she snapped out as soon as he picked up, hoping desperately it was David, she copied the words that her mind told her, "It's Harman, tell the boss that my job at Knight Stock Road – the one just outside of Vegas, you know? – It's to execute the Draches. Tell the boss, he'll want to document it."
"Gillian, are you okay? What happened?" David called down the floor.
"Sure, Blackburn, just make sure you tell the boss about the mission on Knight Stock Road, okay?"
"Sure, great, I love you Gillian. I'm so glad you're okay."
"see to it straight away." She said, flipping the phone, then – on the voice's instruction, she reached out for a scrap of wood, spinning with it, she hit the werewolf right in the ugly, salivating mouth. He fell to the floor. Unconscious.
"We've just got a call from Gillian!" Lupe called, running through the door to Rashel and Quinn's room, where they were wearing the minimal amounts of clothing possible without being naked, Rashel had her mouth to the gap between Quinn's teeth and his chest, which was gaping blood. Rashel hopped off the bed, apparently not annoyed at having been walked in on at an inappropriate time and pulled on a black shirt. Quinn gasped out a sigh of annoyance and he too got off the bed to put his shirt on, Lupe averted her eyes.
"Great, and that was the last time we were going to need to do that too," Quinn sighed, wishing they could have just got it over with before Rashel changed her mind about wanting to become a vampire, "this better be good."
"it is," Lupe could hardly contain the excitement in her voice, "she's located Keller and the Draches, they're in Knight Stock Road, we've looked it up and the only Night World property is a warehouse. It's outside Vegas, but from what we could figure out the Drache's are going to be executed. They must have gotten sick of trying to lure Galen when it so obviously wasn't working. We've got to get them out of there!"
"Jez? Morgead?" Rashel asked, now pulling her trousers on.
"we don't know, Gillian didn't mention them, but it's a start. Galen wants you to both lead different teams. He's sending four of them, to infiltrate the warehouse from the North, the east, the west and the…"
"South?" Quinn guessed half-heartedly.
Lupe winked at him, "however did you guess? Rashel, you'll be going in from the North, Quinn – you'll be from the East. I'll head one team and Delos the other."
"Delos?" Rashel asked, although she felt good for him, finally he wasn't going to be treat like a baby who needed to be protected, "they're letting him out."
"without Jez, what's the point in keeping him in a bubble?" Quinn guessed, standing up now, fully dressed.
"Report downstairs in ten minutes," Lupe informed them, "and…urrr…whatever you were doing, you should wipe the blood from your mouth Rashel."
"Maybe I'll leave it, it would be rather dramatic, and people will have to get used to it eventually," she reached for Quinn's hand, squeezed it, full of promise that she'd still let him change her. For once, things were looking up.
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