Chapter 6
"Interrogate…?"
"Yes."
"Torture."
"No."
"Yeah right!" I glared at her, "stop lying to me."
Jessica was silent, staring at me. She sighed inwardly and then started talking, "the only way to get someone like him to start talking is through torture. Vampires aren't like us, they don't consider options like us. You need to understand, they don't have feelings like us."
"Pain is a feeling." I muttered.
"That is a matter of opinion, pain is natural."
"Didn't you say something along the lines of 'never anything like them?'" I looked at her, "They 'interrogate' through torture also. And they think of us as feelingless, brainless animals. Somewhat like you think of them as feelingless, beasts." I stared at her in the eyes, "We just don't see eye to eye. Allen, he is a vampire, he's not that bad. Hopelessly irritating at times but not that bad."
"He's spent years around humans." Jessica made a shooing motion with her hand.
"What about the people who spend years around vampires, it's hard to think of someone you know as an animal when you've come to know them as a person." I looked her in the eyes again, "think about that."
I turned, silent and oblivious to her, falling into a wooden arm chair. I wriggled around until I found a way to sit comfortably (still in the stupid silk dress damnit).
Jessica stared at me for a second then turned and walked out. A few minutes later, I felt myself smile. That dear children, is why I want to be a lawyer.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I started drifting off, letting my thoughts slip out and blur together. It was a trick my dad had taught me to get to sleep easier back when I had nightmares.
A voice, strong and caring called me from my doze, "you still do that?"
My eyes shot open and I stood to face the kind man with broad shoulders and a kind smile. He faced me, an echo of my eyes. A shadow of my features, and brown hair.
"D-daddy..."
"Hush, come here hop." I ran over and buried myself in his arms like I used to. Hearing him use my childhood nickname triggered the reaction. Hop, they called me hop. They called me it because I ate "like a bunny" and was always energetic, hopping off walls.
"D-daddy, you're here?"
"Not really. I thought now would be a good time to show you the power of blood." He stroked my hair speaking gently, "I can come visit you. But later with that, Cassandra. You need to listen to me."
He pushed me back and held my chin, forcing my teary eyes to meet his, "you are in danger. I know you found my weapons vault in our home. You need to get to it, if you don't killl Vladimir Dracula, no one will, you need to get home and get my weapons. I can guide you to another passage, tell no one you're leaving. We have no time, you just need to go. When you come back, I will guide your fighting like the first day here. Listen to me. Go outside through the back, and I will do the rest."
He vanished without preamble. I stood staring for a second, then nodded. I trust you Dad.
I ran to the back door and opened it as quietly as I could manage. I felt warm hands, warm and big and rough, close around my arms and felt myself being urged west. I ran that direction. I felt another tug and followed it until I came to an alter. It had looming pillars around a plate of rock.
Dad's voice entered my head, go to the center and stand there for five seconds, unmoving.
I did as I was told and five seconds later, I was standing back home. I stared around at the old broken hotel surrounding me. Looming over me like the pillars. Instantly I snapped into action, hoisting the skirt of my silk dress and running towards the old tree I knew in the old field I had loved.
I found the tree and climbed into the huge hollowed out hole. Inside it was a wealth of weaponry, of which I took two short swords (sabers) that could extend into longer swords, a few knives sharpened on all sides like a stake, and two pistols.
I felt Dad's grasp again and he steered me toward another wall containing a silver and blue sword, light blue wove up it and its sheath, I took that two.
I ran back towards the hotel, starting to feel burning in my legs and lungs. My feet flew over the ground until I reached the stop, panting. And five seconds later I was back on the alter, pillars surrounding me. A pair of red eyes staring into mine. Bull crap.
"Hello." The five of them stated at the same time.
"Hi, would you boys possibly move and make it easier for all of us?" Dad, help! I don't know what I'm going to do!
Dad's voice filled my head again. Relax, I will take care of it. Just don't resist.
I let myself relax as the warmth of his sort of presence came and enveloped me.
"We have orders, woman. Don't keep us from them."
He means that they are going to get innocents for food, Dad's voice growled angrily.
"I'll keep you from them all I want. You can't make me move, jerk heads."
I heard them growl, then the chaos started. The five lunged at me a at once, but my hands moved quickly drawing the double swords. I slashed off the head of the first then turned, whipping the blade in a wide arc that took off the heads of two more. I finished my turn by whipping my other blade out and impaling the two remainders in the chest while they passed. The sword flew through and stuck in a tree.
"Holy shit." I looked at my hands, "when did you learn that Dad?"
I heard him chuckle in my head.
Lots of training. He replied. I felt the heat receed and walked over to the sword. It has two disgusting hearts jammed on it like a kebab. Ew.
I picked up the sword, restraining myself from gagging, and flicked off the hearts. I sheathed it and followed Dad's directions back to the town.
When I was withing a short distance to the town, I heard yelling. A lot of yelling. All of it, pissed off.
"How the," censored, "did she get," censored, 'kidnapped again?! Why the," censored, " did you leave her alone Jessica?!"
Damn. Connor is pissed.
You can tell its Connor? I heard Dad chuckle again.
Not that hard to guess, he always let's off steam by yelling or destroying something. Then he's better.
"Should I go down? Or, just head towards…" I asked allowed, but I couldn't finish the sentence.
"The only person down there that could help you right now, is the assassin." Dad appeared next to me looking down also.
"What?!" I turnedd to stare at him, "he freaking kidnapped me!"
"Because he was paid to."
"You're defending him?!"
"You did."
I felll silent at that.
"How do I get him to work with me…?" I asked begrudgingly.
"Get him free, vampires can't go back on promises. Make him swear on his life. He's in the barnhouse about one mile from here. He's chained at the hands, feet, and neck. You're going to have to get keys."
"Key's are so old fashion." I pulled a knife from my belt and spun it, grinning.
Dad wrapped himself around me again but this time guided me to the vampire assassin's prison.