I'm so sorry for the long hiatus. This took way longer to update than it should've. I really hope you like the chapter. (I'm mad at myself. My mind has been distracted lately.) Well, let's dust off some cobwebs. Mistakes are mine, not CSI Miami. That belongs to someone else. CC is welcome and reviews make me happy! Now here's the chapter.
Ryan sat, looking out of his window. It was dark and pouring outside. It has been raining since the yesterday, the day he went to see his brothers' wife and daughter. He was reflecting on it.
After making a few short calls, he found that they were staying in a hotel nearby. "We were coming down to visit you." was the answer he got as to why they were in Miami in the first place.
He had knocked on the door of the room, which was answered quickly by his niece. She gave a familiar and bright smile. "Uncle Ryan!" She didn't hesitate to hug him. She immediately knew something was wrong as he hugged her back. She stood back. "What's wrong?"
"Hey Lisabeth. I need to speak to your mother." The young brunette nodded and went to get her mother. Soon, a young woman around Ryan's age came to the door. "Hey."
"Hey." She answered softly.
"You haven't told her yet?"
"No. I was hoping you would."
Ryan sighed. He knew this would happen. He nodded and went inside the room. The girl sitting on the hotel bed knew immediately it was bad if her own mother wasn't going to be the one to tell her. "Is it about dad? Where is he?"
Ryan sat next to her. "Honey, he's not, he's not…" he was struggling. "He's gone."
The girl looked him straight in the eyes. "I should've known." She whispered. "How?"
"I don't know." Ryan didn't completely lie. "They wouldn't tell me."
"They're going to come by and question us later?"
"Yes."
She could see the guilt in his eyes. "It's not your fault." was all she said. They hugged once more. There were no tears from the girl, just silent mourning. Ryan left soon after, right when it began to poor. Now here he was, looking out of a window that he hated right at this point. His mother was with them.
His bags sat in the corner of the room, waiting for him when he would leave for the afternoon plane to Boston the next day. He knew he was check it at least one more time to make he had everything, but for now, he was fine.
Even in its darkened state, Miami still seemed bright, all aspects of the city were glowing by varies forms of lighting. Ryan felt odd about this night. 'Strange,' he thought, 'it's always a full moon in the stories.' He stood up from his spot, going out in the hall. Walking out, he felt chills. 'When did it get so cold?' He heard crash from below and rushed towards it. He froze on the stairs, not believing the sight before him.
John was on the floor, obviously injured, with a dark-haired woman standing above him. "You're not quite as intelligent as I thought you were John. Too bad, you should've just turned him over." She looked at Ryan. She smiled. "I'm glad to our guest has arrived." She moved at a speed that Ryan had never seen before. She was at the foot of the stairs in no time. Ryan was trapped to the upstairs. He had to think fast. He turned to run back up. He was met with a familiar face.
"You're not going this way." It was the one that changed Horatio.
"You're trapped my little pup." Ryan knew it was true. "I guess it was good that the other two were gone." It didn't stop Ryan from trying. He jumped over the side of the stairs, landing hard on his right foot. He felt the pain in his foot as he was roughly grabbed. "Nice attempt, but it was in vein." He was pushed into the arms of two other vampires. "You two take him outside. I'll meet you soon. I have one thing left to do. Nathan, go with them." The young vampire nodded.
Ryan was dragged out. "You think they won't find me."
Nathan turned and smiled at him. "You are naïve. It doesn't matter if they find you or not. Rebecca is strong, and there are others above her."
"You're monsters."
"So are you." Rebecca soon joined and they were off to an undisclosed location on the outskirts of Miami.
John watched as Rebecca walked out of his home. His thoughts were racing. 'They took Ryan. They took. They took my son.' He struggled to rise. "Damn it!" His left arm was crushed. John had not felt such pain in many years. His body felt as if he was burning. John hoped he'd heal soon. He flipped himself slowly on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry Lily, I'm sorry Calleigh." He whispered to himself. "I'm sorry Ryan." were his last words till he blacked out.
Horatio and Calleigh were on their way back, when they both got a strange felling. "Something's off Horatio." He calmly nodded. "We have to hurry back."
Upon entering the home, the fear and despair almost overwhelmed Calleigh. The chaos of the room only added to this. Seeing John on the floor, she hurried to him. "John, what happened?"
The broken older vampire moaned in pain. "Ryan."
Calleigh's eyes widened. She basically flew to Ryan's room. He was gone, as well as his bags he packed for Boston. "No." was all she said.