EIGHT
Axel stared at the computer screen. He hated these things but this was the only way Nyte could be tracked. Nyte had stopped.
"GPS?" Henry asked looking over his shoulder. Apparently, Plan X was to use Nyte as bait and track her. Not the best plan but at least it had a chance of succeeding.
"Nyte's phone. Prince installed the chip. Use to have one in her car until she found it and mailed it back to him smashed to pieces. I'm surprised she left this one. Alright, they've stopped." Axel grabbed the laptop and started to leave.
"They've?!" Henry snarled. No way did that woman drag Vicki into this bad plan.
"Run dammit!" Nyte snarled. Vicki watched as Nyte fell. She jumped into action and lunged at the attacker, nailing him across the head with her baton. The man wheeled on Vicki and tossed her like a rag doll against a tree.
Nyte struggled as she tried to regain consciousness. Her cell phone slipped from her limp hand and fell to the grass.
Vicki groaned, pushing herself up to her elbows. She was getting tired of this game. She fumbled around in the darkness, searching for her glasses. "Vicki" Henry said, gently helping her to her feet.
"Missed all the fun. I had them shaking in their boots." Vicki quipped, adjusting her glasses. She looked around for Nyte but did not see her.
Axel was kneeling in the grass, clutching Nyte's cell phone in his hand. The plastic casing protested under the abuse. He growled, barely able to restrain his temper. He knew this was a bad plan.
"She's gone." Henry said, shooting a glare towards Axel. He knew Nyte intended to place Vicki, a mortal, in danger and did nothing to stop his. He growled low in his throat, his eyes flashing a dangerous black. "You knew Vicki was with her."
Axel stood and wheeled around, his own eyes flashing a deep red. "Two of the most stubborn women on earth….the plan failed." He growled, crushing the cell phone in his hand. He kept his ground, his muscles tense.
Henry's body mirrored Axel's. For a moment, there was a standoff. Vicki sighed and placed her baton between the two of them. "Psycho mortal draining vampires remember?"
Axel snarled at Vicki, throwing down the remains of the phone and stalked off into the night. He had to find his wife.
Nyte snarled and struggled against her captor. Her system was still fighting off the powerful drugs, but its effect on her was fading fast. She felt herself shoved backwards, down on something hard. She growled as leather straps restrained her hands and feet. Nyte snarled, bearing her fangs at the man who inserted a needle into the crook of her arm. It burned but Nyte was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
On the other side of the room, Damion threw himself against his own restraints. The asshole was bleeding Nyte. He himself had been here about a week but he did not know how much longer he was going to be able to hold out without loosing complete control and descending into madness. Nevertheless, he sure as hell was not going to leave Nyte behind.
"What the hell was that about?" Vicki suddenly exploded at Henry. "Every vampire to himself? After what Mendoza did, you go and leave someone, another of your kind to that same fate?"
Henry looked up from his latest graphic novel. Vicki had remained quiet on the ride back to his home, but he knew it would not last long. "You could have been hurt….or killed." He stated simply.
"Every time I go out I risk getting hurt or killed. I was a cop or have you forgotten that?" She sighed. Anger would not work but perhaps another way would. "Look..what if it was Christina? Who would you put at risk to rescue her?"
"I wouldn't." Henry said coldly.
"What if it were me?" Vicki asked quietly. Henry glanced up quickly but did not answer. He continued to work on his drawing. Vicki would wait him out. He sighed and put the pencil down.
"Alright…." He checked his desk clock. "It's almost sunrise. We'll start again after sunset." Henry sighed. Vicki had a point. He would do anything; kill anyone, if she was the one in danger.
"Good. I'll call Mike to see if he has anything new."
Mike slammed his fist into the brick wall. Another body found. A woman this time. The cop part of him wanted to catch the bastard doing this. However, that little voice inside of him reminded him that these bodies were all vampires. Creatures that feed off the helpless and innocent…like Vicki. The police commissioner was up for re-election and a serial killer running loose in Toronto was not very good for the image. Mike and his department were feeling the pressure. He was searching for a monster hunting monsters. But Mike remembered Mendoza. He remembered the screams of that woman, Delphine, as the suns rays hit her. Mendoza was the true monster then and now someone was doing the same.
The man fidgeted nervously in the doctor's office. The test results were back, everything he had done, everyone he killed, waited on these results.
The doctor looked up from the folder as he entered the room. "I can't explain it. Your white cell counts are normal. The cancer cells have disappeared from your bloodstream." He shook his head, astonished at the test results in front of him. "I'm not a religious man but if you continue with this remission. I'd have to say it was a miracle."
The man simply smiled. So the treatments were working.