I'm sorry it took so long to update...i dunno when i'll get to do it next...school is annoying and stupid and its taking up way too much time...grr...so...this may be the last update for a few weeks...sorry...JG
James and Liam stared at each other in shock until Maddox's cry of pain jerked their attention back to Jaden. She'd managed to grab his wrist and had sunk her teeth deeply into it. He was unable to break free, at least, not without ripping half his wrist off.
"Oh this is ridiculous!" Liam snapped. He strode over to the door and yelled "Jones!" into the hall. A very tall Vampire entered the room, saw Jaden, drew a pistol and shot her. For an instant, it seemed as if Jaden didn't notice her wound, but after about ten seconds she gasped, releasing Maddox's arm.
The instant he was free, Maddox rolled to his feet, ready for the next attack. Jaden, it seemed, wasn't interested in attacking anymore. She was writhing on the floor. Then, as suddenly as the convulsions began, she was still.
"What did you do to her?" James snarled, glaring at Liam, "if you've hurt her, the Pure Bloods will –"
"I had her tranquilized so she wouldn't end up killing us," Liam interrupted him rolling his eyes. "Besides, the Pure Bloods would do nothing to me," he said this almost to himself.
James snorted, "You don't know that."
"What are you talking about?" Liam retorted, but he looked nervous, despite his appearance of anger.
James gave him a look that was to be read as, are you serious, before replying, "We don't even know who she is; and you fucking raped her, Neskab. Christ, she could be related to you, you fucker," he snarled. Seeing Liam's look of horror, James smirked, "you are in some seriously deep fucking shit Neskab. When she meets her parents, she'll tell all about your initiation practices, and you'll be exposed for the bastard that you are." Grinning savagely, James added, "If she outrank you, it may be you'll be executed by the girl herself." Liam stared at him with a mixture of fury and anxiety.
Sinking into a chair, staring at the girl, Liam murmured, "She can't be of high blood. Elaina was the last to be born, but she'd dead." He shook his head, "No one else." Jumping to his feet, he cried, "who the fuck is she?" Storming from the room, he slammed the door behind him.
James hurried to Jaden's side. She was unconscious, but other than that seemed fine. He pulled open one of her eyelids and saw that the iris and pupil were still absent. Gathering her in his arms, he heaved her off the floor. Carrying her, he walked to his room, informing any human he saw that it would be death to approach within a hundred yards of his rooms. By the time he reached his doorway, he sensed that all humans had vacated the floor and several rooms above and below his. Gently, he set Jaden on the bed and tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts; if not to stop her, then to slow her down momentarily.
After securing her, he slipped out of the room, locking the door behind him. He strode into his office and picked up the phone. It was answered on the second ring. "Bonsoir. Que puis-je faire pour vous, James?"
"It is good to hear you, sister. I need a favor." James was hardly surprised she knew it was him calling.
He could almost hear the woman on the other line smiling, "What is it, dear brother?"
"I need help identifying and containing one of your standing," he answered. It was an unspoken rule that Pure Bloods were not to be mentioned unless necessary, and especially not over the phone. "I believe you may like to meet her," he added, "she is quite a charming young woman."
He heard his sister chuckling. Something in his tone must have suggested he was being a little sarcastic when he called Jaden charming. "I'll be in the city by noon. I'll go to the compound on the eastern outskirts of the city. Send someone to pick me up at that location at three in the afternoon." Then she hung up.
Grimly, James placed the phone back on the cradle. The last visit with his sister he'd had, had hardly ended well. He hoped this one had better results.
When Jaden awoke she found herself lying spread-eagle on the bed. After a half-second assessment, she realized the bed was not her own, and she was being restrained. Another second of evaluation told her she was not alone. She was so thirsty it hurt. Weakly, she struggled against her restraints, snarling with fury when the woman at her bedside sneered.
Shaking her head and still smiling, the woman plunged a needle into Jaden's arm. Stiffening for an instant, Jaden fell back into unconsciousness.
The woman got to her feet, chuckling softly, "You were right, brother. I did want to meet her." She glanced over at James, who was standing in the corner by the door.
"You know her identity?" James asked, nodding in the unconscious girl's direction.
"Yes," was all she replied. As she swept past James she paused, adding, "Satine and Zachariah."
James stared, then swallowed, "Are you certain?"
The woman shrugged, "If not Zachariah, then Jordan."
"How can you tell?" James asked, feeling especially uneasy.
"She's the spitting image of Satine." With a glance back to the girl, she added, "Except she has her father's coloring."
"What do I do?" James whispered. He tried very hard, and was succeeding, at keeping from trembling. But his concern reached his voice.
His sister smiled, "keep all humans from this building. Don't even let anyone bring a bottle of blood in. She'll be able to smell it from a kilometer away, and the tranquilizer will not hold for much longer, so long as she's still under the influence of Blood Rage. Which she is." Pushing her brother lightly, she closed the door behind her, and locked it. Reaching up, she gripped James' chin and held his eyes, her smile gone. "Let no one enter that bedroom. If they do, they will not leave it walking."
"What are we going to do?" James asked, his usually whirring mind stopped.
His sister's smile returned, and she replied in a light voice, "I am going to contact Zachariah, and have him brought to the girl. There is no way we can move her. Not without anyone dying." Looking around the room, she asked, "Where is your phone?" Nodding, James pointed it out to her.
He watched as his sister swept over to the desk and dropped into the chair as she lifted the receiver. "Recevez-moi Zachariah. C'est Nikita." There was a pause. "Bonjour, vieil ami," she said warmly. "There is urgent need for you to take a trip to Venisa." A pause followed, then she replied, "I believe I've found your daughter. Would you be so kind as to stop her from killing us all as she wallows in Blood Rage." She chuckled, and then frowned, snapping, "That is not acceptable. She could reveal us if this is left unattended." James had a good idea that Nikita meant the Pure Bloods when she said 'us.' Shaking her head, she snarled, "you know that is not possible. If you are the father, or you son is, then either way you can end this bout of Rage. If you send Jordan, and it turns out he's not the father, she'll rip him apart, and you'll lose your heir." There was a brief pause, so short that James guessed she cut off Zachariah, "Even if it is the case that you are her grandfather, you are the best chance at stopping the Rage." She fell silent for a time, and her scowl and hard look faded, softening her features. "I'm glad you are seeing sense," she mused. "There will be someone to pick you up at midnight." Nodding she added, "I'll see you later," A pause, "Yes, I know. Goodbye." As she hung up, Nikita glanced up at James, who'd been standing, forgotten in the doorway. "You should tell Alexander that Zachariah will be here soon. He requires transportation."
James nodded robotically, "Right. I'll tell him." As he turned to leave, Nikita called to him.
"You and anyone else whose blood she has consumed must stay away at all costs until Zachariah arrives." At his quizzical look, his sister explained, "she has tasted it before. She remembers the taste. We may not be able to stop her, should she decide she's taken a liking to it."
Nodding, James left to search out Tsar. He found the man sitting behind his desk, wearily listening to Liam Neskab rant about Jaden's attack on him. Liam had gone on for several minutes before realizing Tsar was not his only audience member. "What do you want?" he snarled, whirling to face James.
James sneered, "Many things." Then, ignoring the Pure Blood completely, he informed Tsar, "Lord Zachariah will be here at midnight. He's going to stop Jaden's Blood Rage."
"But only one of the girl's parents or grandparents can do that," Liam blurted out stupidly.
Still ignoring Liam, James added, "Nikita, who arrived a few hours ago has met with the girl. She had determined that Zachariah, or Jordan, and Satine are the girl's parents."
Tsar nodded, pale and worried. "What else did she say?"
"She informed us to keep away from her if she'd drunk our blood." Tsar nodded again, his mouth twisting wryly. "Also, we must have all humans out of the building. And all feeding and bottled blood must also be removed from the premises."
Tsar frowned, "does she realize what she is asking?" Removing so many humans was difficult alone, but tracking down every bottle of blood would take time. Maybe too much time.
"Of course I do," Nikita said sharply, striding into the room. "But if you wish to not have a massacre, then you had better do as I say. And do so quickly." With a slightly softer look, she added, "if you can at least clear the area immediately around her, then it would help." Looking around the room, she added, "As James already explained, you three must stay away from her until her Rage is under control. Understood?" Her brother and Tsar met her gaze evenly, but Liam avoided her stare. Her eyes narrowed and she strode towards the younger Pure Blood, snarling, "You." He flinched. "I could smell you all over her, you disgusting whelp." He shifted uncomfortably, still not meeting her eye. "Get out of my sight before I have you castrated!" she snapped, shoving him hard in the direction of the door.
James grinned as Liam fled. It was nice to see someone hold power over someone who'd held such terrible power over him. He quickly composed himself when Nikita began talking of preparations that Tsar needed to order before Zachariah arrived. Tsar quickly set Ashmore to the task of clearing humans and blood away from Jaden. Maddox was added to the effort so that he was far from Jaden, who'd tasted his blood more than once. After a few hours of work, Tsar ordered James to accompany Nikita in bringing Zachariah to their compound.
As James walked with his half sister to the parking level, Nikita said quietly, "It wasn't only Liam who I could smell on Jaden." James tensed. He'd hoped that Liam would cover his own scent on Jaden's body, but it seemed, being Half Blood, it wasn't the case. Seeing his reaction, Nikita asked sternly, "was she willing?"
James looked down at the shorter Vampire. He bit his lip lightly as he thought before carefully saying, "If she'd been warned before hand, no. But, it was a," he paused, trying to think of the right word, "lesson that got a little out of hand."
"You took advantage of her," Nikita hissed.
"No," James said, shaking his head. "I didn't hurt her, and it was a demonstration of the, uh," he paused, awkwardly, wondering how to phrase the sexual reference.
Nikita cut him off before he could think of the answer, snapping, "you'd better think of a good excuse before Zachariah gets to her. Because if the girl didn't want it, then you are in some deep shit, James."
"I know that!" James snapped, rolling his eyes. "But I fucked her when I thought she was Ben Ashmore's kid, and my main motive was to piss both of them off. Besides, if she was with the Pure Bloods openly, then there was no way I'd get even close to her alone in the same room."
His sister's mouth twisted wryly, before she said, "That's not a very strong defense, but it does work. Mentors often sleep with students, especially if it's a rival's kid. But you're on a slippery slope, boy." She poked him in the chest to get her point across.
"I know, I know." James said, grabbing her wrist lightly before she could poke him again. They'd reached the parking garage, and there was an entourage of eight vehicles waiting for them. James and Nikita got into separate cars, and the group headed out of the garage, no car following the same path of the one ahead of it.
In the end, only four of the cars arrived at the pickup point. The others were scattered across the city, ready to cause mischief should the Organization get too close to the VIPs. There was a chilly breeze that whipped at James' clothes as he got out of the vehicle. It tousled his hair and swept grit into his eyes as he squinted to the sky. With a whoosh, a large aircraft dove out of the clouds and landed almost silently on the cement landing-platform. A humming noise announced a ramp lowering, and several Vampire bodyguards slipped into sight, weapons drawn, ready for trouble. One of them said, "All clear milord," to an unseen person. James drew a deep breath, and made ready to greet Zachariah Nichelle as he descended the gangplank.
What is probably some pretty bad french...but if it is terrible, i blame the transtlator website...
Bonsoir. Que puis-je faire pour vous, James? - Good evening. What can I do for you, James?
Recevez-moi Zachariah. C'est Nikita. - Get me Zachariah. This is Nikita.
Bonjour, vieil ami - Hello, old friend
oh ya...Venisa is my own little made up city, if there actually is one, i am sorry, i didn't know...haha
