Disclaimer: Cirque du Freak and its characters are Darren Shan's property. Not mine. I don't make money from either of them. yada-yada-ya.
Info: This takes place seven years after the events of Bonds:Separation Anxiety. Not really any potential spoilers for the books, except for characters from later books will be used, abused, and, generally, toyed around with. But it's all for you so...I'm sure I can get away with it. XD
P.S. Remember to tell me about any spelling mistakes or grammar usage if you come across them. Please!
Anyway: Let The Story Begin!
Inspector Walter Blaws sat in a room with cream walls and a tiled wood floor across from a beautiful woman with long flowing blonde hair and dazzling violet eyes. The woman wore a modest blouse of pure bown and a short suit skirt that framed her supple hips. Hidden by her mahogany wood desk, her elegant, alabaster legs were crossed at the ankle. A stack of papers sat on the left side of her desk with a matching pile on the right. The plastic placard, with the name "Director Bella Dohn" stamped in white cursive letters on the front, gleamed dully from the flourescent lights overhead. The light was absolutely necessary as it was the only source of light. Both windows -the one in the wall to the left of Director Dohn and the one in the top of the door to the right- were shuttered securely, keeping out all external light.
"So, have you found out if those vampires in Des Towers had a direct connection to Des Incorporated beyond the fact that they were living in one of its buildings?" The beauty asked in as if she was discussing the weather and not homicidal, bloodsucking demons. Regardless of Inspector Blaws personal fear and revulsion at the aforementioned beasts, he was able to talk smoothly and professionally.
"No, Director. There are no direct connections and the connections that we were able to find wouldn't even hold up in a small claims court." He took a breath before he continued."Mr. Des Tiny himself has made it very clear that we are not allowed to search any of his other properties without a search warrant. And we don't have enough proof that his other towers are connected with those demons in anyway, let alone hoarding those beasts, to issue a search warrant legally." Toward the end of the inspector's report, Director Dohn seemed to grow more relaxed and even a bit bubbly instead of tense and despairing, despite the fact that what Inspector Blaws said basically added up to the possibility that there could be hundreds of more nests in the hundreds of more Des Towers scattered around the globe. Even though Inspector Blaws was only recently transferred from the FBI's Crime Scene Investigation to the FBI's Supernatural Divisions Unit (SuD, for short) because of his involvement in the recent raid, he was sure that a Director shouldn't look so...so pleased that the biggest suspect was getting away scott-free.
"So Inspector Blaws, about the two vampires who've escaped the Tower through the red curtain and down the elevator chute-" the Director respectfully paused in remembrance of the SWAT members who were mercilessly slaughtered in that room a little more than a month ago. "-were we able to find out where they are or, at least, went?" The Director's voice was a tad more interested than when she asked about the connection with Des Incorporated. It was a subtle change in interest, yes, but Inspector Blaws was good at the subtle. He filed away both the sudden change of interest and the fact that she said two vampires when no one could know exactly how many vampires escaped through the chute.
"Yes, Director. After sending teams to scour the sewers and the areas immediately encumbering each of the manholes, we've found several possible hiding places for the demons. Most we already searched, such as abandoned buildings. We were even able to search some of the condos and motels we came to. In each place, we found nothing vampiric, some junkies, a few drug dealers, even a house of pimps, but nothing about the monsters," Inspector Blaws finished, his voice continuing to stay calm even though he wanted to shout and curse every time he thought of the demons that killed his partner, Officer John Sanchez. The pressure to stay professional and impersonal over enraged and reckless was building, slowly but surely. The Director continued on in her questioning, either oblivious of his internal struggle to stay calm or simply uncaring about it.
"What about the ones that weren't searched, yet?"
"Well, there's only one. Kingsley Apartment on the corner of Sixth and Langley. The owner, one Jamal Deggors, have let us search most of the floors of his thirteen story building, but several floors were said to be being fumigated and, therefore, illegal to have anyone enter them. Even if that anyone was the police," A tone of annyoance edged ever so slightly in the Inspector's calm, collected voice. A sinister light momentarily glinted in Director Bella Dohn's entrancing violet eyes. The Inspector shuddered ever so slightly when he saw that devilish glint in his boss's eyes. He didn't file that particualr suspicious occurence away, thinking that the woman was just overjoyed at having a suspect for the escaped vampires' hideout and the possibility that those demons could finally be killed for their involvement in malicious, twisted crimes. He felt the same way. He wanted those blood-cuckers to pay for what happened to Sanchez.
"So tell me, Inspector Blaws. What rooms exactly weren't allowed to us?" Her voice took on a rather predacious tone, like a vulture circling it's dying prey.
Malachi was stucked in Balthazar's cavern/room. No matter how much he wanted to just run away, far from his sadistic and tyrannical Raiser(A/N: The Vampire who Raises a Child). However, that was currently impossible. The redhead cursed Bal's name (only mentally, of course. One could never be too careful where Balthazar was concerned) at the memory of the blond, purple-eyed vamp ordering him directly to stay in the room and not leave ever. As Balthazar's Child, he couldn't-not won't, couldn't; it was mystically and physically impossible- directly betray/defy his Raiser, Balthazar, when he heard the orders verbally. The only way he was able to escape the kast time was through the help of Bolduric and by Bal's own carelessness. This time around, Malachi highly doubted Bal would be careless enough again to leave any loopholes -big or small- in his orders for the redhead to use to his own advantage. And Bolduric would be foolish to return to Vampire Mountain. Once Bolduric was inside, his undead life would be in Bal's unkind and always cruel hands. In the outside world, his powers to order those who weren't his Children were muted due to the various ambassadors from the Councils of foreign lands and the Family of Destiny themselves. Only in the Vampire Mountain-the focal point of vampiric law and power in all of Europe- was Balthazar truly omnipotent and free to do whatever he wished. The days of recklessly hunting down prey with his vultures were long gone, gone around the time humans started to become more and more connected with each other through the internet, phones, and planes. An attack that Bal is famous for would make the presence of vampires known world-wide and maybe even have the route back to the mountain caught on tape or something like that.
"Damn that man! I hate him!" Malachi yelled. Throwing a pillow against a wall in anger. His ass was healed thanks to his vampirirc abilities, but the memory of the pain he had endured during the night Bal "reunited" with him still persisted, filling him with simultaneous emotions of fear and hatred for the platinum blonde. He never would have so outspoken with his distaste if he knew he had company. What he didn't know was that a man who looked strangely like Bal was listening in on Malachi from the other side of a hidden door in Bal's room. He was completely naked and stood in a room filled with blankets and pillows. He had a killer case of bedhead and he looked bored out of his mind. But at Mal's outburst, his eyes lit up with a mischievious light and he started to look interested, espcially when Mal continued to diss Baltahzar with increasingly worse and worse language.
Bolduric was hiding out deep in the cool, dark recesses of a cave not too far from Vampire Mountain itself. He had arrived there just last night, barely making it to safety before the sun's angry sneer seared across the land. Just barely, anyway. A spot on his right shoulder still ached from where the a stray ray of light reflected off a drop of water and seared into a skin covering the muscles of his burly arm. He immediately headed toward the mountain- the same place where Malachi was being held against his will-after he dropped Steve off with his Necrolythe. He himself doubted that Darren would ever actually wake up, but he had more important things to worry about instead of Steve's problems, like his own. Bolduric saved Mal from Bal's evil, sadistic clutches before and he was willing and ready to do it again. He just wasn't sure exactly how to go about doing it. The first time, Balthazar didn't know to look out for Bolduric or to leave out every loophole in every order he gave Mal in order to eliminate any chances of Mal escaping on his own. Bolduric had some ideas about how to rescue Malahi once again, but so far they all started after he was already in Vampire Mountain. Not one of them detailed how he would get in in the first place. Bolduric sighed as he laid down on the cold rock floor and closed his eyes, he was going to need his sleep for his attempted break-in next night. Bolduric was sleeping the sleep of the dead in less than five seconds.
Yes. This is completely a flashback, but only to wrap up some subplots before I get the story rolling. Next chapter will be set in the same time as the previous(seven years later) and picks right off where the last chapter left off. This whole chapt is just a big flashback of a couple characters.
The next one will be up before the end of August(my job ends on the 13th so I'll have more time to write-at least before my other job starts up(if I get it. Wish me luck!)).
Sorry it's so short! Forgive me! *dodges knife stabs, thrown pots, and several gunshots*
P.S. So, reviews, critiques, flames? I'll take them all, but please remember to at least give me something to help me improve my stories if you decided to flame.
Love you all!
08/03/2010