Chapter 21 - Dog Day Afternoon

Bruce circled toward the large sewer pipe, wrinkling his nose at the smell of something dead within the system. His stomach didn't want to go into that pipe and his wardrobe was definitely not appropriate. The last thing Bruce wanted to do 'ever' was go into a sewer but the whole question was mute at that moment as his partner was sloshing her way into the pipe, flashlight in hand scanning the darkened area ahead.

"Bruce, get in here" Vicki yelled over her shoulder trying to ignore the slime filling her shoes. "Now!"

"Vicki, I'm just calling back up, calm down." Bruce looked down at his three hundred dollar Italian leather shoes one last time before closing his eyes and plunging into the water and sloshing down the slim filled tunnel after the insane, sex crazed, pregnant lady up ahead. She was kind of hot he thought in a small twisted part of his brain which enjoyed the revolting stimulation of the situation. Bruce smiled to himself thinking of a little Henry on Vicki on Bruce action.

Vicki scanned the tunnel ahead pausing to listen signaling Bruce to be quite as well. Vicki and Bruce had found three 'big' dogs wandering around the mouth of the tunnel and just as they approached them they had darted in. Bruce was positive it was a bunch of strays but Vicki's spider senses were telling her something different.

In the back of her mind was Henry's voice, his face and his anger beating a drum rhythm in her brain, telling her that this was not a good idea and to get the hell out of there. Vicki choose to close that voice out feeling another kind of fire within her at that moment. A different from the one Henry had recently quenched in the shower. They were only going to check down the straight length, get a bead on which direction the dogs had gone and call in animal control. What could possibly go wrong?

Turning the corner Bruce and Vicki stood back to back pointing their flashlights and guns in the two opposite directions. Nothing.

"Victoria Fitzroy, you owe me a pair of shoes" Bruce hissed at her pulling his foot out of the muck for a moment to stare at the filth.

"Quite, I think I hear something" she replied, straining to reach her senses down the tunnel ahead of her. "This way", she said refusing to give in just this one last time and take the safe route.

Bruce pushed past her shoulder giving her 'the look' before replying "at least let me be a man about this and lead the way".

"Knock yourself out, she replied smiling at his indignant look and wounded pride.

...Werewolf...

Her scent was delicious he thought closing in on her from behind. No wonder the blood sucker was mating with her. Of course the baby could not be his, their kind, monsters, had no young.

The grey wolf man, terrible in his partial transformation and towering a good 7 feet tall made not a sound as he came up behind her, chloroform soaked rag in hand. She need to be alive, the little one, not so much. Reaching forward he placed the cloth around her mouth, stifling a scream forming in her throat and effortless swiped a paw towards the startled little man turning in his direction knocking him against the wall.

She stopped struggling after 30 seconds or so, all the time fighting him with all of her strength. He liked her, maybe after taking the nightwalkers blood they could have some fun, he thought smiling to himself. Yes that would be interesting.

Greyhair, who had no memory of a name since turning, looked at the little man and sighed. It was best he not be killed and left here. Maybe when he awoke he could provide some training for his new ones. Greyhair effortless cradled Vicki in one arm against his chest and dragged the little one behind him towards the lair, smiling at his success and knowing that soon the pain of his rapid aging would be over with the blood from the woman's mate.

...Mike/Henry...

Mike listened to dispatch relying Bruce's message over his cell phone, snapping it shut with the knowledge that Henry's superior hearing made it unnecessary to repeat the message.

"She's in the sewer" was all Henry could say, seething with impatience just as Mike threw on the siren.

Nothing good ever happened to Vicki and Henry in a sewer.