"A church? Really?" You whisper from behind the bushes as you stare up at the extravagant white building with colorful stained glass windows. Margot tracked the scent from the warehouse to the church, Christians are the biggest threat to vampires? You can hardly believe it. Your mother is religious and she doesn't want to kill vampires, she doesn't even know that they exist. She's lucky, and you wouldn't ever drag her into it. She would probably end up dying like you inevitably would, "Christians took Sarah?" You ask in disbelief, looking over your shoulder at Pam who looks just as surprised. She shrugs but doesn't say anything. Pam is next to Margot and Henry, you're standing beside Eric, staring over at the large building that Sarah's in. Or at least, she should be inside.
Eric shushes you, "Wait here." He says to you, and he, Margot, Pam, and Henry use their vampire speed and strength to break in. You're close enough to hear screams and loud yells from inside the church, suddenly you hear a loud creak echo through the forest. Your head snaps up and you watch as Sarah opens the large metal front door and takes a few steps before falling to the floor. She's covered in blood from head to toe, slumped over on the floor like she's dead.
"Sarah?!" You call out, sprinting over to the girl. She's covered in dirt and blood, you don't know whose blood it is but it's probably hers. You turn her over and give her a quick once-over, eyes scanning up and down her form for any wounds, "Sarah can you hear me?" You ask, using two of your fingers to check her pulse. The only response you receive is a weak groan and you frown, looking down at your injured friend. Her heart rate is slower than it should be, and using the strength you have from drinking Eric's blood, you lift her into your arms and she rests her head against your chest. But before you can take her away to safety, you feel a sharp pain behind your knee and you fall to the floor, Sarah tumbles to the floor with a weak grunt and her eyes flutter shut.
You look over your shoulder with a sneer at whatever made you drop Sarah and fall into the dirt, it's a man. He's holding a shotgun in his hand, barrel pointed at your nose, "You tryin' to take my dog?" He asks gruffly, lifting his leg and kicking you in the shoulder. You grunt and fall backward on your hands, staring up at the man. He lifts his leg again, and before his boot-covered foot can connect with your shoulder or wherever he was aiming, you grab him by the calf.
Using your newfound strength, you tug him forward by his meaty leg and he goes down like a sack of potatoes, head smacking against the hard dirt beneath him, his shotgun falls to the floor next to him. While he's down and dazed, you crawl forward and grab the gun that slipped out of his hand, crawling backward so you're next to Sarah. Without looking away from the man you check Sarah's pulse again. It's weaker than before, and she's unconscious now. You hope she doesn't have a concussion or anything.
You aim the shotgun at the man, standing up and pumping it, resting your finger against the trigger. This isn't your first time shooting a gun, but it is your first time shooting a shotgun. You knew they were powerful, but at the moment, so are you. So you're not worried about the knockback or dislocating your shoulder because of it, "Get back!" You command as he starts to clamber to his feet, and the man looks up at you, a glare in his eyes. He holds his hands up in surrender, glancing at something behind you.
Before you can shoot him, Sarah says something in her unconscious state that gives you pause, "Will..." she calls out weakly, coughing. You furrow your eyebrows, who the fuck is Will? For a split second, you look over your shoulder at her, giving the man enough time to strike. It's a stupid thing for you to do and you know it.
The man lunges forward, grabbing the barrel of the gun and trying to take it from you. He's stronger than you, but your finger is on the trigger. Before he can snatch the gun away from you in this childish game of tug-of-war, you pull the trigger. At the loud crack of the sound of the bullet exiting the gun and planting itself into the man's skull, Sarah weakly gets up from her position on the ground, swaying. The two of you look down at the heavy-set man who no longer has a head. Sarah spits on the man and turns around, walking toward the building's entrance. A little disrespectful but he must deserve it. Sarah wouldn't do that to just anybody.
Eric told you earlier to wait outside, but with a gun in your hands, you're more than capable of protecting yourself and Sarah. You jog over to the front door, gun pointed at the sky. You think you might keep this gun, just in case something happens. Eric probably wouldn't let you take it into the bar, and it wouldn't kill a vampire. It might surprise them for a moment, but it won't do much more damage than that. Maybe you could carry a stake in your shoe or your purse or something.
When you walk into the church, nobody is sitting in the pews or anywhere in the main area. Even though Sarah went inside before you, you're in front of her as you walk through the building, gun pointed ahead. Your finger isn't resting on the trigger anymore, just in case someone innocent surprises you. Wouldn't want to murder anyone who didn't deserve it.
Sarah stops in her tracks and you turn around, she's holding a finger up to her lips. You furrow your eyebrows and she motions to the door you're about to walk past. You stop and wait, gun pointed at the door. She must've heard someone coming. And someone is coming, the door opens with a loud creak and you rest the gun between your arm and ribs, pointing it at the door. As you do, you hear a scoff, "That won't do anything to me." It's Pam. You sigh and stop pointing the barrel of the shotgun at her and the door. You're shaking, well more like trembling. You probably wouldn't have been able to shoot anyone if you tried. The adrenaline from fighting the man still coursed through your veins and your aim was a little off.
"Pam!" You heave another relieved sigh and Pam glances over at Sarah, finally noticing her. Quicker than you can blink, Pam is standing in front of Sarah, hands grasping her face. Before they can kiss or do whatever they were gonna do, Sarah's knees wobble and her eyes flutter shut. She falls unconscious again and Pam grabs her before she can hit the floor, lifting her in her arms and holding her close to her chest.
She glances at you from over her shoulder, "I'll heal her and drop her off, you gonna be okay?" She asks you, not waiting for an answer as she speeds out of the hallway. You ready your weapon and continue walking down the hallway to look for more enemies or your friends. You don't bother replying to the woman, she was gone anyway. If Pam's leaving, you're assuming everyone's dead or incapacitated. But you're not entirely sure, so you don't relax as you walk down the hallway, looking down the barrel of your new shotgun. There's one shell left in the chamber and you'd have to make it count if anyone was around. You pump the shotgun, and a loud click echoes through the hallway, bouncing off the walls and making you wince. There wouldn't be any sneaking going on after that.
"In here!" You hear a voice call from down the hallway, and you start to jog toward it. You round a corner and enter the room where you thought you heard the voice. You furrow your brows, nobody's in the room. You look to your left, and then your right. It's an old office building with nobody inside.
"Over here!" An exasperated-sounding voice calls from behind you, you turn around. Of course, they're in the room across the hallway. You should've looked around instead of sprinting into the first room you saw.
"Sorry," You scratch the back of your neck as you enter the room, glancing over at Margot, the person calling you. There are two men tied up in chairs next to Eric and Henry. Margot's sitting on top of a desk that looks like it might break any second, her arms are crossed. The men aren't gagged or anything, just duct taped to two office chairs with wheels at the bottom. It doesn't seem like Margot used much duct tape, you know she's the one who did it because the roll of duct tape is sitting next to her on the desk. They're not worried about what these men could do, they could probably escape the duct tape at any minute. But if they did, they would immediately be killed.
"Fuck you, fanger!" One of the men shouts at you, prompting an eye-roll from Eric. In your lifetime, you never thought you'd be confused for a vampire. It almost flattered you, but you laugh instead, covering your mouth as you do. It didn't seem appropriate to laugh at the moment. Pam's rubbing off on you. That's worrying.
"Who is Will?" You ask the one who shouted at you. His left eye twitches, but otherwise, you don't notice any sort of recognition on his face. Margot looks at him from over her shoulder and stands up, walking over to the man. He cowers away from the woman as she leans closer, resting her palms against the chair's armrests. He turns his face away from her, staring at the wall. She grabs him by the chin, turning his face so she can glamour him.
"Who is Will?" She repeats your question through gritted teeth, and the fire fades from his eyes, they look empty. Almost like he's dead or something, "William, the vampire funding our project." He answers monotonously, staring up at the light-haired vampire. She looks amazing and you wish you were in his seat at the moment.
She breaks eye contact and he goes right back to being angry, "Fuck you, you fucking demon." He spits, glaring up at the vampire who sits back on the desk with a satisfied smile. The man looks a little more afraid now after being glamoured by Margot. When a vampire tried to glamour you, it didn't work. You still don't know why, and nobody's made an effort to find out either but you were sure you'd know in the future. Margot looks slightly amused at his reaction, swinging her long legs back and forth under the desk.
"We don't need them anymore," Henry states, striding forward and standing in front of the two men, "We have all we need." He confirms, snapping the angry man's neck in one fluid movement. It's almost graceful in a way, the way his elegant hands twist the man's head around. He moves on to the next man, who isn't able to even scream as his head is twisted around. Your eyes are a little wide, you'd never seen someone die that way.
Margot scoffs, "Why'd you do that? I'm hungry." She whines, jumping off the desk and speeding over to the men. She leans down and begins to feed on the man that yelled at her. As soon as his blood enters her mouth she grimaces, pulling herself away from the wound in his neck. She spits the blood out onto the floor, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"That's why," Henry says with a small grin, watching in satisfaction as Margot rubs at the blood coating her tongue. You're tired of all this and you turn and head out of the room into the hallway. Margot follows behind you quietly so you almost can't hear her, heels clicking against the concrete floor as she walks. That's the only sign of her presence near you.
"Let's go back to the bar." She calls from behind you, and you turn around to face her. When you nod she strides over to you and grabs you by the shoulders. After only a few minutes of the world flashing by around you, you're back at the bar inside the basement. You're dizzy once again. You knew you would get used to that, but not any time soon.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to that," You say, holding your hand against your pounding head. Margot laughs at you before heading over to the icebox in the corner of the room. She opens it up and leans down to retrieve a blood bag. You didn't know why the man's blood wasn't to her liking, but she reacted almost immediately after biting him so it must've been pretty nasty. You didn't know if there was any difference in blood, depending on who it is, but obviously, there is a difference if she hated it so much.
She disappears upstairs, most likely to retrieve a glass and stick the blood in the blood in the microwave. While she's gone, you go to Pam's room, where Sarah's sleeping in the vampire's coffin. The blood that was on her face previously is no longer there, she looks peaceful and uninjured. She must've gone through something pretty traumatic if she was sleeping with vampire blood in her system.
Margot arrives after a few seconds of you staring down at Sarah, a glass of blood in her hand, "Henry knows William." She comments idly, staring up at the ceiling for a moment, "He said "we have all we need." but I don't think we did." She adds, sitting down on the couch across from Pam's coffin. She's not talking very loud, she doesn't want Sarah to wake up. It would be better for her to get some rest, she might be hysterical or something when she wakes up.
"I thought the same thing." You say, taking a seat next to the woman, glancing over at her in your peripheral vision. She's wearing a light purple satin dress with thin straps, paired with similarly colored high heels. Not the perfect outfit for murdering a bunch of humans, but there wasn't a speck of blood or dirt on her. She's either very careful or she didn't kill anyone tonight at all. She dressed up more than Pam did and it surprised you. You genuinely didn't think that you got all the information needed to find this William character. All the guy told you was his name and that he's a vampire. Not very much to go on, considering the number of vampires in the world. Don't get me wrong, the number of humans outweighs the number of vampires in the world, but it doesn't seem that way sometimes.
Suddenly Pam enters the room, a bottle of water in her hand. After she closes the door she tosses the bottle toward you and Margot catches it before you do, handing it to you, "Thanks." You say to both of them, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and taking a few desperate gulps of the clear liquid. Pam shrugs, dismissing you and walking closer to the coffin, staring down at the sleeping shapeshifter.
Not long after, Eric and Henry return. Eric looks satisfied and Henry looks angry. A new look for him, but not for Eric. The only expressions you've seen on Henry's face are sadness and boredom, "What happened?" Pam asks, a little bit loud. Margot shushes her from her spot on the couch, glancing over at Sarah to see if she woke up.
"Tell them about William." Is all Eric says, strolling over to Pam's couch and sitting beside you, waiting for the show.
"Bill Compton, full name William." Henry begins with a sigh, leaning against one of the pillars in the basement.