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Revenge of the Wolf

Chapter 7 – Werewolves of London

Time: About two and a half weeks ago.

No One's POV

Looking none too happy about it, Tori grabbed the length of rope and barked to Jade. "Strip down to you underwear and give me your wolf pendant. Whomever is coming, needs to find you just as we found Anna here."

In record time, Jade stripped down to her panties and a bra, handing her clothes to Anna. The then gave her wolf pendant to Tori.

As soon as Jade was ready, she and Tori went into the closet and Tori quickly tied her up. Though at one point Jade complained.

"Vega, you're cutting off my circulation."

Tori's only response was a somewhat bitter, "Good. I should tie you up more often. Maybe then, you'd stay out of trouble! Walking into strange bars and getting kidnapped or running off without your mate."

Once Jade was tied up, Tori gagged her and said. "I'll lock you in here, send Anna on her way and then circle round to the warehouse that the passage way led to. I'm guessing that is where they will park their vehicle. I'll follow in wolf form see where they take you. Wherever that is, I'll find you."

That said, Tori turned out the light, then she and Anna left, locking the door.

Alone in the dark with her thoughts, Jade thought about Tor, but pushed it out of her mind. Then, Jade then could only wonder how many other girls had been in this same position. How scared they were and what happened to them. Jade though a werewolf and the biggest one at that, found herself somewhat nervous. She could take pretty much anyone or anything, but it wasn't that. After a few minutes thought she chucked it up to a strange fear of the unknown and the fact that she had to wait for it to come. She concluded she could use that nervousness in her performance. She knew she would have to act the part of scared girl, so as to not tip her hand.

Time passed: 10 minutes, 15 minutes, but there was nothing. Jade hated the waiting.

Finally she heard a noise, like a distant door being opened. Then she heard two muffled voices in the next room. They sounded like they were merrily chatting, like they were discussing a particularly good football game. She didn't have her translation stone on her, so she had no idea what they were saying. But it sounded like that. Jade reflected that, here they are taking a girl to her certain doom and they chat like they were delivering furniture.

Long after that, especially in her recovery, she thought about that conversation; that sense of detachment those two had. How evil could be so, ordinary at times.

But in the immediate, moment Jade upon hearing the door unlock knew it was Showtime.

The door swung open and the light switch flipped on, to reveal two large men, in faded blue coveralls. Both looked like ordinary laborer types.

Unable to speak, due to the gag, Jade struggled and put on her best terrified performance.

Looking unmoved, one of the men pulled a black hood from his pocket and placed it over her head.

Jade struggled some more, as she felt her self being pick up, but felt a stun gun being placed in her side. The shock would stun a normal person, but in Jade's case, it simply hurt like hell. Jade however, decided to play along and went limp.

Jade felt herself being carried out of the room and then down that long corridor that led to the warehouse. Again the men started to chat, like it was no big deal what they were doing.

After being carried around Jade felt herself being tossed in some sort of panel truck and moment later heard an engine start. They were soon on their way with Jade feeling the bumps of the road, the turns the stops, the starts, other traffic, but she had no idea where she was going.

The ride lasted, what Jade guessed to be at least 30 minutes. She eventually heard the truck come to a stop, followed by the sound of a garage door opening. The truck moved again and then came to a stop.

She heard the engine shut off and then heard the rear doors open and was once again picked up.

Though this time, as she was being carried, they both took turns feeling her up and laughing about it. Jade of course, made a mental not to kill both of these men personally.

She felt herself taken into an elevator that went down. Down a hallway, around a corner or two then then she heard what sounded like a door opening.

The two men then unceremoniously dumped her on the floor, removed the hood, cut her ropes and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

It took a moment for Jade's eyes to adjust to the single light that was above her.

"I'm, going to kill those two assholes." Muttered the Goth.

"Are you American?" Said, a female voice in a European accent.

"No, I'm Vietnamese, this is just my disguise." Retorted Jade, rather cynically.

Looking around Jade could see she was in what appeared to be a small cell. Two metal frame beds, one on each side of the room, a wash basin and a toilet, with one large metal door. Sitting on the bed was a young woman. She looked to be about 5'2", she had black hair down to her shoulders, brown eyes and fair skin. She was wearing what appeared to be some sort of hospital gown.

"You shouldn't use that tone with the guards, they'll hurt you if you do." Said the girl. "They're very good about inflicting pain and not leaving a single mark."

Pulling herself off the floor, Jade sat down on the empty bed. On it, was another hospital type gown.

"I'll keep that in mind. Do you know where I am?"

"Not any place you'd want to be. Other than that, I don't know. Can I get you some water?"

Jade shook her head and put the gown on. "No thanks. I'm Jade by the way."

"I'm Nikita, I'd say welcome, but not here."

Jade studied the girl, who had an intelligent look about her. "How long you been here?"

"About 2 weeks."

Jade thought for a moment, "Can we talk safely."

"I think so, I haven't found any listening devices."

"Ok then Nikita. How did you get here?"

"I'm from Hungary. I was taking a break from school and decided to see Prague. All was fine until someone slipped something in my drink at a club. I woke up here. I think, I'll stick to bottles of beer, ones that I open myself."

"You don't look too scared."

"I am. I just don't see any point in freaking out. Keep my wits about me; learn all I can and maybe I'll find a way out. But lately…that's been getting harder." Said Nikita, letting a look of nervousness run across her face.

"Why. What do you know about this place?"

"I've learned some. Upstairs there's a brothel. I think they keep the girls addicted to drugs, a lot of them are Russians. Don't know where they got them. There was another girl in here with me, they selected for that. They wouldn't feed her until she took her drugs. They wanted her hooked. Makes them easy to control, I guess."

"What about you?"

"They took me upstairs to the brothel, some woman looked me over, but they sent me back down here. They've just been feeding me and making me work out."

"Work out?"

"Me and some of the other girls, they're feeding us well and making us exercise. They're concerned about her health and how we look. Like their…."

"Getting ready to sell you."

Nikita nodded. "But that's not the worst part."

Jade leaned forward. "What is?"

"We work out every day. If we don't they punish us. One girl like me down here, Inga, who I worked out with, she kept telling me who she was going to resist, fight anyone who'd try and take her. Then one day she's no longer in the workout area with us. I see her the next day in the hallway. Now she's dressed in nice clothes and she's with some rich looking old guy. They passed me as I was being escorted to my cell."

"Go on." Said Jade as she listened with great interest.

"The old rich man and this girl, Inga, they were being escorted by one of the guards and the he made reference to her being worth every penny. But the odd thing is that she was going along with him, holding his hand and acting all docile. She did exactly what he told her to do. I don't think it's the drugs like the girls upstairs are on, this was totally different. She didn't even look at me."

Jade thought for a moment, wondering if some sort of magic was involved, then asked. "Do you know, who's in charge of this place?"

"I only saw him twice. A man, tall,greying hair, long nose, buggy eyes, really creepy. But he made reference to his own superior so, he's just another cog in the machine."

"Thanks."

"Jade, I don't want to go along like Inga. I don't know what they did to her."

Jade walked over and sat on the bed with Nikita. "You won't. In fact, we're busting out!"

"How?"

"You let me worry about that. But trust me. Do you know what will happen next?"

"Well, I have an exercise period in a few minutes. I think, they'll take you to the doctor. Check you out. But how will you get out."

Jade smiled and walked over to the edge of the bed, then grabbed the frame of the bed and bent it. Then bend it back.

Nikita's Jaw dropped. "How did you do that?"

"Let's just say…it's a kind of magic. We're getting out. Tell me, how many other girls are down here?"

"At the moment, me, two others and you. The rest of the girls are up in the brothel. I don't know how many are up there."

"Tell you what, when you go to this exercise period, you let the others know to be ready to go. I may need you to lead the other girls out. Can you do that? We're not leaving anyone behind."

"Damn right! Anything to shut this place down. I'm in."

"You're good under pressure, I like that. Great. My girl Tori is coming and she'll kill anyone between her and me. We're closing this place, permanently. I'm going to lie down and rest until they come for me. I suggest you do the same."

Jade rested and sure enough the two guys from earlier, showed up. The taller of the two pointed to Nikita and motioned for her to follow.

The other one, brandishing a stun gun, pointed to Jade and motioned for him to come with her. Looking frightened again, Jade walked along, but gave Nikita a subtle wink, which was returned.

He led Jade down out the door and into a hallway with 4 other cells like hers. Then out another door and down a hallway that went both left and right. The guard with Nikita led her to the left. Jade was led to the right down the hallway. She passed two unmarked doors and at the end, was a door marked, Infirmary.

He led her inside, to what appeared to be a small exam room. Once they were both in, he locked the door and pointed to the table.

Jade sat down and a moment later from another door, a short, rotund and rather unpleasant looking woman in a doctor's coat came out.

"You the doc?" Jade said cheerfully.

The doctor looked at a clipboard on a nearby table then to Jade with confusion. "My records indicated you were Polish." Said the woman, in a German Accent.

"Polish-American from Chicago. Go Cubs."

The woman frowned. "Fine, I'll have to speak with them about proper records. You can call me Dr. Herzig. I will examine you, ask you questions. You will cooperate fully. If you do not, my associate by the door, will, discipline you. If you lie about your health and we find out, you will be disciplined. Things will go better for you, if you cooperate. Do you understand? "

"Yep."

The woman started her exam, which took forever, making detailed notes about Jade's health, asking numerous questions about Jade's health. They wanted to know every last detail. Jade decided to play along and did so quietly for about half the exam. But she made a point to look upbeat and happy, the entire time. Eventually, the doctor, started to prepare to take some samples of Jade's blood. It was then, Jade decided to stop playing along.

"So you're going to sell me. No less than 50,000 American please. My ego would handle no less."

The doctor, looking unamused, continued her preparation to take Jade's blood.

"You know Dr. Herzig, I'll bet your wondering why I'm in such a good mood. Why I'm not shaking like a leaf, asking to leaf. I'll bet they all do that. Look terrified that is."

The doctor hesitated for a moment, telling Jade she was right.

"You think that I should be afraid. Because of course, I'm locked in her with you." Jade said looking from Dr. Herzig to the guard at the door.

The Doctor kept working and ignored Jade's remark.

Jade leaned forward and whispered, "I'll let you in a little secret. You're the one that should be afraid."

Looking board with the conversation, Dr. Herzig turned, "And why is that?"

Jade's smile abruptly vanished. "Because you're locked in here with me."

Dr. Herzig, grunted and wrote something on clipboard.

Jade then looked to the guard, smirked and quoted a line from the 1983 Twilight Zone, move. "You want to see something really scary?"

The guard seemed to pretend she hadn't said anything.

"Well, you're nice so…I'll show you anyway. Get ready. You're going to love it."

Jade grinned, jumped off the table and suddenly transformed into a giant black wolf, her gown tearing off her.

The shocked guard didn't have time to so much as gasp before, Jade was on top of him. Three swipes of her razor sharp claws, sliced his neck clean open, spraying a fountain of blood in every direction.

Dr. Herzig meanwhile, screamed, pissed her pants, dropped her tray of instruments and attempted to make it to the other door. Jade took one giant leap and quickly brought the doctor down.

Scared shitless, the doctor tried to push Jade off of her, only to have her hand bitten clean off. Then with a terrible roar, Jade exposed her teeth and then promptly bit the woman's face pretty much off.

Transforming back to human form, Jade watched with interest as the faceless and handless, Dr. Herzig, stayed alive for several seconds, gesturing wildly and making gurgling sounds.

Though she had turned back into a human, Jade realized not only was she naked but covered in blood; something that appealed to both her wolf and Goth nature.

Of course the first thing Jade did was, to do a little dance while singing a line from the Warren Zevon song, Werewolves of London.

"If you hear him howling around your kitchen door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again

Aaoooooo!
Werewolves of London!

Aaoooooo!

Werewolves of London!"

Her bloodlust temporally satisfied, Jade quickly washed up, donned another hospital gown and took a quick look around. The other door lead to a small office. She found all kinds of what appeared to be patients records, but all of it was in German so that was of no use. One thing she learned was that there were a lot of records. Some were in what appeared to be an active file cabinet and a lot in what appeared to be an inactive file cabinet. Judging by the dates, which she could read, this place had been in operation at least 10 years. A lot of girls had been through here and Jade was determined to see that this was going to stop."

Realizing the need to get the girls out and find Tori, Jade walked to the door and promptly broke it down.

"Here's Johnny!" The Goth said with her best Jack Nicholson imitation, as she stepped into the hallway.

Time: The present.

Jade awoke to find it was daylight again, looking like early afternoon and once again Jadelyn was sitting at her bedside. Jade felt a bit better but not by much.

"How did you like the babysitter we arranged."

Jade shrugged. "She was interesting."

"Glad, we needed the break as we've been so busy taking care of you, we've hadn't so much as time for a quickie since you arrived."

"Too fucking Bad!" Growled Jade.

"Fucking was right. Damn Victoria was a wild woman last night! Screwed me silly! Tell me, does your Tori's voice go all squeaky like mine does when get really excited or does she howl?" Said Jadelyn with a wide grin.

"Do you like rubbing salt in my wounds, you fucking psycho!"

Jadelyn ignored the comment. "I do wish you would have taken a photo of Dr. Herzig as she lay there on the floor. That sounded so cool."

"I'm glad you're impressed." Jade Hissed.

"You even did a little victory dance, didn't you. You're not dancing now, are you?"

"NO, I'M NOT!"

"Word of advice Jade, wait until you've won the war to do your victory dance. Not a minor skirmish. Too bad your overinflated ego, prevented you from seeing that or pretty much everything else that was right in front of you."

"GET OUT!" Roared the Goth.

Jadelyn chuckled and as she left the room, thought to herself. "You stay angry, stay focused and you just might be able to do that victory dance."

Happy Birthday Nikita.

The chapter title is obviously a reference to the Warren Zevon song of the same name.