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I have been struck by a block ad thus this chapter is short. I know where I want to go but I don't have any idea how to get there, hopefully now that I am out of school I can work on this however anyone who would like to submit an idea or what they potentially hope to see happen to a character please review/PM me I would love to hear the details, hopefully something will help me get unstuck. Here's what I have so far, hope to tied you over.
Our Dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten Them ~ George Eliot
John moved through the hallways before he came to a stop in front of Lucy's door. They had left the flat in London and came to the country side, a large compound owned by Abraham. It was fortified but John knew it didn't matter, once the sun went down and the Count's Familiar's were sent out he would know where they were almost instantly, if he didn't already. John caught his reflection in the hall mirror and for a moment he thought his eyes were red. He turned sharply, breath accelerating. His eyes were green again and he felt a shiver dance down his spine. He steeled himself and knocked upon Lucy's door. Mina opened it and looked frazzled.
"Oh John." She muttered and threw herself into his arms. He blinked about caught her. "Lucy's not getting any better! It's as if that Monster can reach her here!" She sniffled bitterly and looked up into John's deep green eyes.
"We'll keep her safe Mina, I promise you. This time he shall not escape." She nodded and John looked over her shoulder, Arthur sat beside a pallid Lucy. Mina released John and he smiled at her before moving into the room. Arthur looked up and John looked over at Quincey who was standing by the window. The America was watching the perimeter closely, a rifle in his hand cocked and ready to go at a moment's notice.
"John?" He turned and looked over at Arthur again.
"Arthur." He managed a smile to reassure his friend. Arthur managed to stand, moving away from Lucy's side. Mina took up his place and Arthur turned to look at Quincey.
"I wonder if you might be good enough to watch over the girls for a moment Quin?" Quincey glanced over at his friend and nodded tightly, lifting his sunglasses off the end of his nose and resting them in his hair.
"Don't worry 'bout it Art. I'll hold down the fort for ya." He said and shifted the rifle in his hand, resting his finger on the trigger.
"Thank you." Arthur said before he and John left the room. They went to the conservatory. Arthur was quiet and pensive the whole way. Jack and Abraham joined them. "How is he still draining her of blood? We've left that horrible place and this Compound is impregnable." Arthur muttered and paced before the fire that was burning to keep the house warm. Jack slumped into a large armchair and Abraham looked over his notes on the coffee table. John looked out the window into the dusk light. He watched the trees around the area move and sway in the harsh autumn breeze.
"It is possible his connection to her is causing her to wonder." Jack rubbed at his eyes, he had no idea what to say. They were exhausted.
"But we keep watch on her day and night!"
"But there are shift changes. There are times when we fall asleep ourselves." Abraham reminded looking up at the distraught man.
"Or it could be that he owns my Soul and is using it to gain permission while I sleep." John said what all were thinking. "We've a way to test out this theory. Place me in a different building."
"That's too risky John and you know it! You are the primary target no matter what is happening to Lucy." Abraham scowled and John glared back at the almost maroon haired man. Emerald clashed with topaz in a battle of wills. Arthur looked from his friend to the man that was supposed to save his love. "If he does get hold of you he could end us all." John tore his gaze away and looked back out the window, watching as a pair of bats flew off in the night. He felt dizzy for a moment and stuck his hand out but the window gave way and he stumbled, knees knocking into the ledge and sending him tumbling out the open window. John's world rushed around him and seemed to slow down. His vision was darkening and he could hear the crashing of waves. His mind was racing over events, thoughts and feelings that were to foreign and yet he knew them as his own. The most prominent as he continued to fall toward the water kept ringing in his ears.
'He never sleeps.'
Jonathan gasped and treaded water furiously trying to keep his head above the line. He noticed figures above him as he turned over in the water and tried to get to the murky shore line but it was like trying to swim through wet silk. Hands grabbed hold of him and Jonathan was lifted into the air. The clawed hands were gentle and careful in how they held him before he was dropped into an open coffin, lined with dirt. Arms wrapped around his waist and Jonathan was pulled back until he was lying on top of a warm body. He managed to shift and turn around and was nose to nose with the Count as the lid of the coffin slammed shut, pinning him in place and entrapping him in darkness with the Vampire.
"Tell me something, my Friend, how long do you think you can keep her alive? She'll be one of my Children soon and your friends will follow."
"Why are you doing this? What do you want?" Jonathan demanded attempting to move and hit the Monster below him.
"It's quite simple Jonathan." He easily pinned Jonathan with invisible force. "I want you."
Jack held John's leg tightly as he and Arthur had made it just in time to catch his ankles. Their friend panted and looked up at them with wide green eyes, for a moment his hair was shockingly white.