Pre-Blade: Trinity
AbbyxKing
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Chapter II"King, that's exactly what Danica wants. She knows that you will throw yourself in their midst, guns blazing and flaring, hootin' and hollerin' only to find your ass knee deep in a vat of vampire shit," Dex explained colorfully.
"I have no choice," King stated simply. To him, it wasn't a matter of right or wrong. It wasn't so much a decision as fact – something that had no argument against it. It was the truth. He had to go. He couldn't bear to even ponder the alternative.
He continued strapping on various implements of death to his person. Silver stakes lined the elastic slots on his impressive biceps and the outsides of his thighs. His e-pistols waited like salivating wolves in their holsters and every Sundog in the place was clipped and placed along his belt pouches and cargo pockets. Clipping Abigail's retractable silver knife ejector to his wrist made him pause for a split second though and he caressed the concealed piece of equipment lovingly, once again swallowing back all images of Abigail's possible fate.
"King, you know we're going with you," Dex said as he intruded upon Hannibal's thoughts.
"No, you're not. This is my fight. Danica wants me. I'm not risking the rest of you,"
"Abigail is a part of all of us," Hedges insisted.
"I go in alone," King stated firmly. Then he added, "But I would feel a hell of a lot better waltzing into Vamp Central knowing that you three had my back."
"Fine,"
"But then you give us some planning time," Sommerfield broke in. "This is going to be a discreet operation, boys. I want you back alive, Casanova."
"Casanova? What the…?" but King was left with his thoughts as Sommerfield turned in her chair and ran her hand across her Braille keyboard.
"Look, this is the layout of the Phoenix Towers…"
Just hours later King had already infiltrated the security systems to Danica's base. He stood inside the massive building and took a fraction of a second to relive his days as a slave behind these very walls. A prisoner to Danica's pleasure and lust. And torture. His body shivered, not from the cold, but from the memories.
A steal door creaked somewhere.
Move. He had to find Abigail, now.
Pistol drawn in front of him, he made his way through the familiar building quickly. Turning corners, constantly expecting to run into an onslaught of waiting assailants, he found no opposition. The place was deathly quiet. Even for a vampire hangout. He could only hear his own breathing and the violent pulsating of his own heartbeat in his ears.
Turn. Aim. Move. Look. Aim. Move.
Nothing.
Then a small cough. Just a tiny reverberation on the steal walls but King caught it and followed the sound.
Abigail.
Her name kept reoccurring in his head.
Abigail.
Her fate kept moving him onward.
Her smile. Her eyes. Her lips.
Gods, he needed her to be alright.
Then his feet came to a grinding halt, screeching on the newly waxed floor. His eyes widened in horror and his mouth became dry. Struggling to swallow he found that he could not. The smell of blood reached his nostrils and he snorted it back out into the torture chamber.
Abigail. His Abigail. Strung across a pillar like some goddamned tree ornament celebrating the gory life they lived. Her face was bruised and battered and her eyes remained closed, but she was breathing. The tattered remains of her shirt clung to her sweat drenched curves and had turned to a horrible shade of rustic crimson.
What had they done to her?
Racing over to her figure he released her bonds and she fell limply into his powerful embrace. Beautiful, even at death's door.
"Abby?" he called to her gently, willing the tears in his eyes not to fall. "Abigail? Come on we're getting the hell out of here."
Hoisting her into his arms, he made is way out of the tower and into the Land Cruiser he had parked a few blocks away.
Still no signs of a single vampire. The thought scared him far more than he cared to admit. What the hell were they planning?
Then he looked down into the face of the battered Angel lying in the backseat.
She was going to be alright.
And those ass-holes were going to pay dearly.
Driving along the neon light studded streets, King forced himself to think. What did they want with Abigail? They didn't kill her. They didn't turn her. They didn't rape her, at least he didn't think so, and that was pretty much the end of the list of vampire activities for the night.
Then a horrid ear-piercing scream filled the car as Abigail awoke from her undead slumber.
"Jesus!" King struggled with the steering wheel to keep the SUV on the road as he twisted and turned in the traffic. Chancing a look backwards he saw Abigail's form writhing and twisting in the seat, clutching her head between her hands and clenching her teeth against the pain her body was undergoing.
Finally, he managed to pull over into a parking lot and raced around the car to open the backdoor.
"Abby? Abby can you hear me?" he called, grabbing her face between his hands as her eyes rolled once again and she lost consciousness. Breathing once again, Hannibal let the girl in his arms sleep and sat next to her wondering what to do next.
"Sommerfield?" King's voice asked over the receiver.
"Yeah? Did you find her?"
"Yeah. I found her. But I don't know what they did to her,"
"What do you mean, King?"
"She's beat up pretty badly but no bite marks on her,"
"You checked everywhere?"
"Well, not everywhere but not on her neck or arms or legs…" he trailed off embarrassed.
"Now's not the time to get shy, King. I think Abigail won't mind,"
"Fine,"
"Where are you now?"
"A hotel on Bishop and Kelley,"
"Alright, we'll be there in a half hour,"
"No, don't worry about it, it's late. She seems pretty calm, now. I'm just going to take care of those wounds and let her get some rest. I'll call you if I notice anything weird or if anything happens, alright?"
"Alright," she conceded. "But you're sure she doesn't need immediate medical attention?"
"No, nothing I can't handle, Sommerfield,"
"Okay then, Goodnight. Oh, and Hannibal, behave yourself…"
"Hardy-har-har…"
A/N: This chapter was kind of a slow one, I know, but only because it sets up Chapter 3 which kicks serious ass. So stay tuned! A great big HUG and THANK YOU to all those who review and fuel those upcoming chapters!