Chapter 10
Yami wallowed in his emotions for some time before the enemy vampire finally woke up. Unfortunate for him since Yami now had a target for his anger and frustration.
"How large is your group?" Yami demanded hauling the man up by his throat and holding him against the alley wall. The man just glared. Yami produced a knife. "I said, how large is your group?"
The man eyed the sharpness of the knife. "Nine."
"All newborn vampires?" Yami questioned.
He slashed at the man's face when he didn't answer. "Eight newborns," he hissed with hatred in his eyes.
"Are any of the girls you kidnapped still alive?"
The man grinned. "What do you think?"
Yami ground his teeth. "Where is your hide out?"
The man snorted and rolled his eyes. "Why the hell do you think I'd tell you that?"
For the first time since the interrogation started Yami grinned. But it wasn't Alex's favourite soft grin, it was malicious and blood thirsty. "You have no hope of escape. I'm far older and stronger than you, I have a weapon, and I'm in a foul mood right now. Please by all means don't cooperate. It'd be so much fun to have an outlet for my anger."
The man gulped seeing the truth in Yami's eyes. Still he hesitated. Yami stabbed the knife through his hand. He howled in pain. "Ok, ok! An old warehouse in the industrial district! Belongs to Kaiba Corp. It's been abandoned ever since Gozaburo died. Warehouse number five."
"See? Now that wasn't so hard was it?" Yami said with a smile. There was murder in the man's eyes now. "Who is your leader? The older vampire who isn't a newborn?"
"Who says the old man is the leader? Maybe one of us newborns is," the man defended.
Yami gave him a scathing glare. "If one of you moronic thugs had been in charge I would've brought down your organization months ago." The man growled at the insult. "Now I'll ask again. The man in charge, who is he?" Yami demanded.
"Dunno. He never told us his name," the man said casually.
"Fine then describe him," Yami said annoyed.
"You can cut me with that knife as many times as you want, but I won't give up my master," the man said.
Yami's eyes narrowed. "Fine, then maybe I'll just leave you out on the sidewalk so you can watch the sunrise. I wonder how long you'll last before you go up in flames?"
Finally the man looked nervous. "And how far away is sunrise?"
Yami glanced at his watch. "It's 2:20 am, which gives me a few hours to have fun with this knife before I hand you over to the sun," he smirked wickedly.
Yami expected the man to shake in his boots. To stink of fear. To beg for his life. What he did not expect was for the man to roar with laughter and glee. "I seemed to have missed the punchline," Yami said frowning.
"You're too late," the man cackled. A sense of dread crept into him as his phone buzzed. Embedding his knife in the man's shoulder he flicked open his phone and answered it.
He was met with a scream. "Get off me you brute!" a woman shouted.
"Alex!" Yami yelled fear seizing his heart.
"After you broke my fucking nose? I don't think so bitch," another masculine voice answered her. Yami couldn't help the small feeling of pride at hearing she broke a man's nose. But then there was a terrible thump. The sound of a body hitting the floor. A grunt. Footsteps. A door closing. Then silence.
"Alex! ALEX!" Yami screamed frantically. The man in front of him grinned like a maniac.
Yami growled before slamming the man's head repeatedly against the brick wall behind him. The man didn't move when he eventually let go. Unconscious or dead, Yami didn't know, or care, regardless the sun would finish the job in a few hours. Alex was his priority.
Without a backwards glance Yami ran as fast as he could to the warehouse the man he had interrogated described. I won't let her die because of me. Not this time, he promised himself. He was too distracted to question why his thoughts implied that this had happened before.