PART THREE
Chapter 5
There was seemingly no fight in any of the three remaining as the laughing Frederic and Milton entered the monolith like building and their henchmen-hench-vamps and hench-weres, to be more precise-returned into the building. The three remaining stood where they did for a few moments before retreating to their vehicle, two of them having forgotten why they were here as well as who they had come to save while the third was still highly skeptical and disinterested in the matter. And yet, as Pam drove the Range Rover from the parking garage and they had made their way a few miles down the road, a arm grabbed her and forced her to pull the vehicle aside. "I don't think we would leave here without d think they did something to you two as well…stole memories. Which convinces me that something is in fact terribly amiss."
"What the hell…." Pam seemed to come around and sensed something was wrong. She couldn't for the life of her remember what they were doing in her car, let alone where they were headed. Neither could poor Willa. Gone too from both women's minds was the fact that Adilyn had come along with them. "Those guys effed with our minds…I am so tired of this amnesia crap."
"At least they didn't take everything…." replied Willa. "Uh oh…" she said with a nod to her maker. "They took it. Your rings. Must have happened in the scuffle….those rings you had to walk in the sun and dawn is almost here. We have to go o ground soon and then we can get back there and do whatever it is we are supposed to do."
"Find this woman." Eric pulled out a photo he had stuffed in a pocket before they had left the house. He handed it to Pam who scoffed.
"Don't see what's so great about her….but if we can't remember her, then there has to be more to her than what we see…..but we gotta get those rings back from those creeps. Hopefully they don't know what they can do, that they think they are just expensive jewelry pieces."
And it was then the three were able to find a abandoned looking house and spent the day in the dark and dank basement, planning and plotting their rescue of a girl they no longer knew or cared for.
Chapter 6
The two entered the room and announced to the bound and secured woman that they had not only tested her blood out on their henchmen, but that they had performed better than expected. "The vampires also enjoyed some time in the sun, not more than a hour or so, but with what I know your blood can do….super powered wolves, daywalking vamps…..oh, and some of your loved ones came to your aid….not that any of them care or remember who you are…." Milton seemed to delight in telling Sookie thing news and after a confused look from her as she was tied down in a hospital bed by iron bands on her ankles and wrists in a sterile looking white room, Milton explained what he had done. And he took in her face as it broke down into tears, her face turning red and splotchy. Try a she might to put up a brave face, to show she was no weakling, the iron keeping her restrained was making that a near impossibility.
"And that's just the beginning…..its not just the blood I want to test…I want to see what other miracles you can….produce." Milton said as he waved for a burly looking man to enter. A were. "I am no fool and do not pretend to understand your genetics and just how you became what you are nor will I try to understand how you and that vamp were able to create that daughter of yours. I don't care, to be honest. But what I do care about is getting my hand on some even more enhanced members of my little group I have started here. What I have is….mediocre. I want soldiers that are stronger and more powerful and what better combination could there be than perhaps a were-faerie? I can enhance my vamps with your blood and with time, I believe I can get it made to last a long time…but for now, I would be happy with faerie powered wolves….wouldn't that be something?"
It dawned on her what was about to happen, as the wolf licked his lips greedily and made his way towards her bed. There was silver laced into the iv drip into her arms and try as she might, she couldn't even make her fangs drop down and watched with horror as the wolf let himself up and onto her. It was her worst fears realized and she screamed with all her might as Milton closed the door behind him, pleased with his plans going his way. That there would be none to come after her was oh so wonderful. His only worry was that the children born would grow as fast as a pure faerie. Her blood, her magic, however was so special that he felt almost assured that within a couple of weeks he would have a small army at his beck and call and town after town, state by state would fall under them. And as far as he was concerned, this girl would never see the light pf day again and he also felt sure that no one would find them, not in the deep bowels of the towering building above them. He had planned this out far too well for failure.
Chapter 7
They were right back at the building, though they were all wondering just why they were. Could it be that not everything about this girl had been removed from them? Could it be that there was a lingering memory deep in their subconsciousness that was driving them to go after the mystery girl. Either way, they were wronged and hated having their minds tampered with and wanted nothing better than to destroy these dolls and to use the pins to, well, use rather unpleasantly on the mastermind of this creepy, soulless scheme.
"Kill whatever you see…..I want to get this over and done. Fast." ordered their fearless leader as he led them up and into the building which seemed oddly silent. Night had just fallen and as wary as they were that the scene was so quiet, they were also no cowards and entered the building with the swagger that they all shared. Room after room seemed empty ad the smell of other vamps and wolves were everywhere. And there was the occasional scent of their enemy lurking about. The fact that no one was within sight or smell was of grave concern and the three remained on high alert. That they now apparently had two people to save from whatever this place was, well, they were really doing it for selfish reasons. For themselves getting their stolen memories back, to have their minds whole once again. "I don't like this." Eric said as they started going up to the next level. And after looking through all 15 floors of the building, they found nothing. Nothing incriminating and it was all the more baffling to the three of them
"I wonder….." Willa said thoughtfully. "Maybe there is more to this building than we know….a basement, perhaps?"
"A basement in a area prone to flooding…wouldn't be too smart." Pam said as she pondered the suggestion. "Then again, this building looks fairly new and technology in building has come a long way, especially since Katrina in '05.…"
The three made their way back to the ground floor, looking for a door that perhaps was missed. And it was under the red glow of a exit sign that they found an elevator. They had preferred using the stairwell earlier in case they missed anything. But as they had scanned the whole of the building…..well, they had but one option left. Punching the button to open the door, Pam stepped in first, followed by her companions. She waited to punch a number as she watched Willa look at the keypad thoughtfully. Saying nothing, she went to the rear of the elevator and gestured to what almost looked like a handle that one would find on a sliding door. And sure enough, as she slid it to the side, there was a staircase-very narrow-that wound downward into the bowels of the building.
"Just like the Authority." muttered Eric. "Someone cant get their own ideas for designing a compound. Pathetic."
"At least there isn't any religious crap to be found here." Pam said with a half smirk. After almost a hundred stairs, they finally emerged into another place that seemed strangely and unpleasantly familiar. It was if they were in the halls of vamp camp all over again, with its metal walls and unforgiving floor. And there was a faint smell of blood hanging in the air, a scent of something that was severely testing the resolve of the three.
"It smells divine….could be…probably a trap. We have to find this girl, for all we know its her blood and she's hurt." Willa said, following her maker blindly as was Pam. None of them knew who this person was, save for her name and what she looked like. The anger that they all felt for their minds being messed with was what was fueling them to trek on. And yet, she and Pam saw something flicker in the eyes of their maker, a faint trace of something possibly returning to him. But he flinched and that sensation seemed to be gone.
Before she could ask him if he was ok, from behind and in front, a tangle of both shifted weres and vamps had appeared, all more than eager for a fight and the three outnumbered vamps were happy to oblige. Though the commotion, they all heard the muffled cries, screams of someone and Pam and Willa, expertly fighting with the attackers, waved their hands, gesturing for Eric to keep going, they had already decimated a dozen of their foes. And racing down the hall, he heard the anguished cried get louder, stronger while behind, he heard the cries of his companions, turning back only briefly to see them both being carted off, thrown into one of the rooms that he now saw was some kind of cell. One of the wolves remaining had regained human form and grinned. "Two down one to go….you really should have left when you had the chance."
Annoyed, just wanting to get this over so he could go home, a on edge Viking barreled into those coming at them and managed to single handedly eliminate them all. Some, however, retreated and actually gestured at him to keep moving to the door at the end of the hallway. "Why not go and take a peek at what you have forgotten? There were three wolves and lone vamp left and walking through the piles of remains of those he had helped kill-he frowned at the four.
"Where are my friends?"
"Stashed away in a secure room as you saw. They cant get out and are free to walk around and will be cared for, trust us…" before they could all laugh and gloat, they were all dead at the feet of the increasingly pissed off vamp, who then turned to enter the room they had been directing him to. There, lying in a bed, tied down and apparently unable to move, a shell-shocked looking woman rested, the smell of blood strong in the air-he could tell she had both lost blood and had been drained of it, judging by the few empty vials in the room. But there was something else, something terribly off. As ambivalent as he had been to come here for this rescue, the fact that his companions were now being held somewhere in this place too…the anger seemed to be boiling, it seemed to also be doing something to him. The pull to leave the place and go home that Milton was attempting to force upon him using the doll didn't seem to be working as it usually did and the cocky, smug smirk on his and Frederic's faces started to fade. However, Milton was not unprepared and hit a red button on the wall and it was then that the remaining members of his small militia emerged, from up in the heating vents and from the once empty hallway. But it was then that all hell broke loose, a cloud of smoke filling the room, an all too obvious distraction. But it was enough to allow an ambush to grab the Viking from behind, a sharp blade plunged into his back, incapacitating him. The last thing he heard and saw before blacking out was a ethereal light from the room, and he swore he heard the cries of a baby. And not just a single one, but multiples. To say nothing of the woman screaming out his name, her voice cutting through the mist that the dark magic had placed upon his mind.
TO BE CONTINUED
