Chapter XIII - Just Who is Lewis Working For?
In a Top secret facility (or rather a room that had been jam packed with every gadget conceivedto keep eavesdroppers out.)
Dr. Carla Lewis frowned as she took in the news.
The slayer and vampire were much tougher to handle than they thought.
She had sent bounty hunters, assassins, religious fanatics; she had even resorted to humans. she was now kicking herself for underestimating them because each one of the demons, humans, vampires or witches the doctor threw at them they slaughtered; it didn't matter if it was Prague, Tuscany, Moscow, Milan, Ho chi minh, Hong Kong, Calcutta, Shang-hi, Oslo, Berlin, Venice or Marseilles what ever she threw at them she got word of their death back or in the human's case, torture and humiliation and that was only when the bounty hunters she sent after them found them. The last time they surfaced, Marseilles, was slaughter. Apparently, the elusive pair we're just as tired of this chase as she was.
Note to self: why the hell was her spell not working?
The humans did mention that the vampire stayed out of the fight. Perhaps that chip in his head really did prevent him from killing humans, if that was so, then the scales had just been tipped in her direction. Finally.
The only real draw back was that none of the reports, from the alive but beaten humans, have confirmed that the slayer was with child.
What the hell happened!
What went wrong?
It was perfect! Her spell, her plan, both of them perfectly executed.
She even had a back up. Her spell, the one done by Dr. Welles and Dr. Wilkins was supposed to enhance Ms. Summer's pregnancy five months so she and the vampire would not be able to move as freely. In fact, they should not even be able to leave one country and move to the next, and here she was getting reports of the SLAYER FIGHTING!
She was supposed to be incapacitated! Groaning in pain and discomfort, or at least swelling somewhat.
But she wasn't!
BRRING, BRRING
The shrill ring of the telephone interrupted Dr. Lewis' thoughts. Outwardly, like always, she was calm but inside, she was frantic. She had lost her chance. He was going to kill her.
RING
She had to get the slayer... she needed the child...
RING
Finally she drew up the courage to answer the phone.
"Lewis." she greeted.
"Ah, Dr. Lewis, I suspect you have had no problem catching that troublesome slayer?" the voice on the other side inquired.
"Sir, we are having... some difficulty..." Dr. Lewis replied praying to any god that would listen.
"What?"
"Please, sir-"
"I give you Summers and William the bloody on a platter and you lose them? Again?"
"Sir-"
"I grow tired of your excuses, Lewis."
"I will have them, sir." Dr. Lewis replied meekly.
"You'd better," replied the man on the other line.
"I will." she affirmed.
"You'd better not fail me this time, Lewis; this is your last chance."
"Yes, sir." was all Carla could muster.
"My patience is thin, Lewis." the voice responded coldly. "This could very well be your life."
"I understand sir."
The man on the other line hung up.
He left Dr. Lewis pondering a whole new strategy; after all, it was not wise to upset Quentin Travers.
Author's note: okay, until i get some reveiws no one gets an update. Really, is it so hard to press that little window that says REVEIW and type in the words "pls cntinu!", Ciardi, i KNOW you are out there!