Ch. 5 Knowing the real victims

"Priest?" Mike asked, "Well Priest, I don't know what the hell happened but we're all going to take a nice little trip to the station and sort this shit out and if you think about attacking one of us again you'll find yourself on the ground with a bullet hole in your head faster than you can say bang," Mike put a fist on his hip. "Do we understand each other?" Priest just glowered at him from out of the corner of his eye.

"Mike let him be." I said still staring at priest. "How bad are you hurt?" Priest's eyes flicked back to me.

"I'm fine. You?" He was mocking me. Having a little fun at my expense. The corners of his mouth twitched in a small smile. I resisted rubbing my neck. The damn bastard!

"Better than you apparently," I purposely glanced at his injuries longer than I should of. Priest frowned at this.

"Witty girl aren't you."

I gave him my sweetest smile. "Since your well enough to speak you won't mind answering our questions and I suspect your well enough to walk as well." I turned on my heels and headed down the hall.

"Alright on your feet," Rodney put a hand under priest's armpit helping him the rest of the way up. With a grunt priest slowly got to his feet and him, Rodney, Mike, and the female cop headed down the hall as well.

Once we got the "Priest" situation straightened out it was off to the Hungarian Memorial Hospital. We put Priest in room 209 of the trauma unit just to take precautions and for privacy. Getting him to answer our questions was like trying to get a dog to share his bone. Not likely to happen. We finally just gave up and now we were here standing outside the hospital door waiting for the doctor to finish up.

"So do you think we should bag him," Rodney asked referring to putting him in jail.

"No, but maybe I should talk to him…..alone."
"Alone? You sure, you think you can get him to talk?"

"Maybe." The doctor finally came out and we turned to her.

"You guys can go in now but I have to say, why did you bring him into the trauma ward. There was absolutely no need for it." Me and Rodney glanced at each other in confusion.

"What do you mean," I asked.

The doctors short grey hair bobbed back in forth as she shook her head. "He has nothing wrong with him. All that blood on him just peeled off like a band-aid. The broken wrist you guys thought he had," she waved her hand dismissively. "That man is perfectly healthy besides his heart rate being a little low and his blood pressure being a bit off."

"Alright, thank you doctor," I turned to Rodney. He shrugged.

"Now I took some tests and it'll be a while before I get the results but as soon as I do I'd be more than happy to share." Me and Rodney nodded.

I slowly opened the door and went on in, Rodney right behind me. Priest was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes shut.

"SO where's the other one?" I jumped unintentionally . Priest opened one eye to look at me then closed it again.

"He's at the police station," Rodney answered.

"Hmmmm, so he sent you two to get the answers did he?"

"We need to know what happened at the club," I put my hands on my hips, "Now either you can tell us or we can hold you over night until you feel a little more chatty."

"Oh I'll tell you alright but only you," he pointed at me without opening his eyes.

"Rodney, I'll be out in a minute."

"But Jeweli..,"

"I'll be out in a minute," I said more forcefully. Rodney stood there for a moment before walking out of the room.

"Spill it," I said as soon as the door had fully shut.

"Well, well," Priest opened his eyes and sat up fully facing me. His eyes were normal now. Not that transparent glowing blue they had been just an hour ago. Priest smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. I realized I must have been staring and quickly looked to the ground.

"I don't mind," Priest said. Like I didn't know what he was talking about but just in case I was going to play dumb for once.

"Don't mind what?"

"You staring. I'm quite flattered by it really."

"Just answer my questions then you can go…..back to the station." I raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in Priest's facial expression. Sardonic and devious to stoney.

"You're quite domed."

"And you're wasting my time. Now tell me what you were doing at the club." Priest's face slackened, almost dreamy.

"we were hunting," he said after a couple of seconds.

"Hunting?"

"Yes."

"Hunting what exactly."

"Reppers," I looked at Priest questioningly.

"Mind telling me what the hell a repper is."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Priest layed back with his hands behind his head, "that's the problem with you fucking humans, your oblivious to the world around you. The real world."

"Enlighten me." Priest smiled showing two neat, sharp fangs. My eyes widened at this and I thought I heard myself gasp. Sitting up and sliding off the bed, Priest slowly, gracefully walked towards me. Instinctively I backed a few paces, hopefully towards the door.

"I was beginning to think you would never ask," and with that Priest lunged at me and pinned me up against the wall right next to the door. He grabbed both of my hands as I went to hit him in the face. He pinned my hands behind my back in a painful grip that made me wince and with his other hand he began to stroke the side of my face. I gasped not just from the contact but I suddenly realized why he was so familiar. The man from my dreams!

"I've dreamed of you," Priest whispered making my knees shake. He leaned his head forward close enough for his mouth to be next to my ear and then I felt him bite me. It was like electricity surging through me. The pain began to take over me and I screamed.

A.N. Wow ok ch. 5 is done. Ya!!! Hope you guys enjoyed it.