I am so sorry! It has been way too long. I haven't forgotten this story, I've just been busy. School and all. Anyways, I don't own CSI: Miami or anyone you recongize. Mistakes are all mine. I love Reviews, CC is welcome. I hope you enjoy! *smiles*
Calleigh now sat on top of one of the many tall apartment buildings that dotted Miami's bright sky line. Night didn't seem to come fast enough for her. Walking into work that morning was hard that day. Lillian and John were left to the task of reporting Ryan missing. Calleigh remembered Lily's face clearly. It looked all too familiar to her. (When John's back was turned, Lily took the closest item, a large book, and slammed it into the back of his head. Calleigh was shocked, but John smiled and rubbed the back of his head. "I deserved that." he answered to Calleigh's confused expression.)
The night haunted the blonde vampire. Her young friend was in the hands of an insane older vampire and her mysterious and powerful leader. Her young friend whom she now knew was more of a mystery than herself.
While the story was modified for her kind's secrecy, Eric and Alexx gave her and Horatio suspicious looks. The nightshift was sent in to process the scene, leaving all of them out of the loop. Calleigh hoped they would find something. John told her some of the vampires were young, there for careless. Even with that little amount of hope, she doubted the other teams' ability. They almost threw Natalia away for her ex's murder.
Stetler jumped straight into the investigation, yet he seemed strangely quiet with Lily around, though she didn't notice. She didn't know him as much and would have to leave that night.
No, Calleigh needed space. She needed to think of every possible place they would take Ryan. All she could conclude was that he could be anywhere. "It's time to come inside Calleigh."
She was startled for a moment. "I really wish you wouldn't that John." She stood up. "Lily left already?"
"She didn't really want to speak to me, but according to Horatio, she'll be back as soon as possible."
Calleigh looked him in the eyes. "Does it hurt?"
"That she's gone? That she doesn't want to speak to me? That she doesn't want to look at me?" He sighed in sadness. "Yes, but she has a reason to be angry. This is my fault. Joseph has passed and Ryan is missing. They were her life. I just wish I didn't leave all those years ago."
"So, when we were in New York, she was the reason you disappeared all those times."
"She was here for a while, why are you asking now?"
"I don't know. It's just that, two people I thought I knew all these years turn to have completely different sides to them."
"Remember this Calleigh; I am the same vampire that you have known for years. As for Ryan, you didn't seem know much about him in the first place."
Calleigh looked at the street below, thinking of what he just said. "You're right." She whispered softly, more to herself than to John.
Being looked in the dark was never Ryan's thing as a child. Thinking now, Ryan knew it still wasn't. He disliked the dark, but not out of fear. He was not afraid of it; he just felt that there was something wrong with it. Like something was there that shouldn't have been. This is why he took comfort in the warm sun of Florida, instead of the cold winters of Massachusetts. He had admitted to having phobias and fears to himself, but this wasn't one. Now he truly knew why, that his instincts were confirmed, and all the stories he heard from books carried some truth to it.
Ryan was stuck in the same sitting position, knowing they forgotten to untie him. Either that or it was intentional. At this point, he didn't seem to care. He just wanted to be released from this godforsaken chair. He hoped they wouldn't be able to catch his boss, but that feeling slowly died as each solitary moment passed his thoughts and overwhelming worry slowly was eating away at him. Though the silence killed his ears, it was better than trying to speak and calm his own nerves.
He tried talking in the beginning, but he ended up worse than before. "I must be crazy." was the last words he spoke aloud. Silent or not, he went through all the worse case scenarios. He just hoped that if he did come to his death that Alexx wouldn't be the one performing the autopsy, though he knew better.
Ryan suddenly became more aware of his surroundings when a flood of light from the open door blinded him temporarily, then once again closed, footsteps sending off sound in the room. "Who's there?" Ryan still could not see. The room was once again dark as before.
"You remind me of the last half-breed, though the last one was a female. She caused a great deal of trouble for our kind." Ryan squinted to see the man whom spoke, but it was useless. "There is too little light for you to see. I have a hard time seeing in here. I see like a human." He sounded disgusted.
"You were human once too."
"You never really were."
"You're the one Rebecca follows."
"Very good. It is observations like that that makes you different."
"Anyone could point it out."
"No, not necessarily. I could've been another follower, like Rebecca, Nathan, and Hector." Ryan heard the soft footsteps. The old vampire stood behind Ryan. "Tell me, what do the thoughts you hear say?" A cold hand touched his left shoulder. If he could he would've pulled away.
"Thoughts?" He hoped playing dumb would help his situation.
There was a small amused laugh. Ryan could almost feel the smirk. "You think that's going to help your situation?" The cold hand disappeared from his shoulder and tilted his head back. "Rebecca bruised your neck. She needs to be more careful. Her temper is going to get her in more trouble." The hand disappeared all together. Ryan was relieved for that. "Now answer my first question."
"Why should I have to?"
"Because you are not in the position to refuse."
"That doesn't mean I won't."
"You do have a fire in you, just like you parents, especially your mother. She was such a special woman. People seem to love her where ever she goes. She intrigues me. Rebecca was always jealous of her."
"What do you want? I'm not special in any way. I just happen to be different."
"There hasn't been another like you for thousands of years."
"That means nothing. I act as other people."
"That's only because you were raised by a human mother. You've never had blood yourself, have you?"
"I would never do such a thing."
It was silent for a moment. It was uncomfortable. "I should've taken you as soon as I saw you."
"Saw me?"
"When you were born, of course, I thought you were Caine's kid at the time. I bet you didn't even know your mother and boss were best friends once."
"I can't know everything about my mother. No one really knows everything."
"I also bet it hurt when you found out everything. Being kept in the dark never was your thing."
"Funny." Ryan sarcastically answered.
"Your human tendencies annoy me."
"Says someone who was human."
"You know nothing."
"Rebecca has a different name from what she once has. You are known by nothing, therefore, you are nothing. How did it feel when my mom rejected you all those years ago? You're not used to the word no, you must have been frustrated."
"You are pushing."
"I care?"
"I see why Rebecca bruised you."
"Happens."
"You're just like her. Just like that other half-breed, and just like your mother and father. Those are not always good traits to follow."
"I heard traits were genetic and environmental. Which one do you think it's more of?"
"You're mocking me."
"Is that a question or a statement?" Ryan's chair was tossed back. His head hit the ground, causing him to a get a headache instantly.
"Don't test me. You have a fire in you I like, but it will cause you trouble if you are not careful where you use it. Am I clear?" Ryan didn't answer. His head was too busy ringing to hear the former man before him. Ryan was released from his bindings and the horrid chair, but he remains on the ground. "You have no need to answer. I can see the pain on your face. It will go away soon. It's nothing serious. I know better than to kill you." He turned towards the door. The door opened and closed quickly. Ryan just stayed in his same position on the floor. Movement made his headache worse.