SEEK/DESTROY
Sarah could feel the tension in the car as she pushed the speedometer to its limit, trying to keep it only a few miles above the limit as they passed through a few busier streets.
'Just go faster,' Pam finally snapped, her arm flying up to point ahead, her lips pursed. 'If anyone pulls us over, I'll just glamour them into forgetting.'
Sarah pushed the speed up, swerving around a car to overtake. She turned onto some back roads, taking corners at full speed. She saw Alcide in the back of her Honda reach for the handle beside his head to steady himself, his other hand reaching to test his seat belt.
'Scared, dog?' Pam asked, looking at him in the rear view mirror. Despite the return of her usual humour, the challenge lacked the usual smirk that would accompany it.
'You may be able to walk away from a possible fatal accident, but I'm still vulnerable to things like death,' he admitted, his knuckles turning white. 'I don't enjoy driving at speed when I'm not the one in control.'
'Don't worry about my driving,' Sarah snapped. 'I used to live in London, remember? Oh, and then there's driving with Eric.'
'That doesn't inspire much confidence in me.'
'You'll live,' she said.
He paled.
Pam smirked. 'I don't think that inspires him either.'
'I'm not slowing down,' she said, drifting around a corner as if to emphasise her point. Dust kicked up from the wheels and she heard rocks hit the sides of her car, but barely cared, knowing that any damage done could always be fixed.
'We're getting close,' Alcide said before adding, 'keep your eyes on the road!'
'For such a buff werewolf, you're a pussy.'
'Whatever.' He closed his eyes as sweat beaded on his brow. 'Now please focus on the road or you'll miss the turn off.'
She slowed the car, the engine quiet as she crept up to the concealed driveway. She leant forward, looking through the darkness that enclosed the car as even the light of the moon was cut off by the trees above. They stopped halfway down, pulling to the side of the road, off a bend where it would be easy for a passing car to overlook hers. They climbed out, heading straight into the cover of the thick bushes to crouch low.
'We need to decide on how we're going to do this,' she said, ears trained. She had her hands in front of her, listening for any snapping twigs and signs of approaches.
'We need to find the main house, then locate a back door in, or even an external cellar entry as he's probably underground,' Alcide said as he shed his shirt to reveal his tawny skin. He glanced around, listening for a moment before he continued. 'If we get found out, you need to be ready to fight. This pack is obviously quite large and even if they were weakened in the earlier fight at least a few of them will have had vampire blood.
'Eric's blood, which means they'll be very strong,' Sarah growled, feeling her eyes blaze. 'If they've drained him, I'll tear that place apart.'
'Let's do it anyway,' Pam suggested, a glare taking her eyes as her fangs flicked out.
'Hell hath no fury…' He trailed off as Sarah and Pam narrowed their gaze on him, Pam's like ice on his skin while Sarah's fiery irises blazed over him, scalding in their intensity. He rolled his eyes. 'Okay, let's just focus on finding the main house,' Alcide said, a man one moment and a white wolf the next. He stalked with rolling shoulders, leading the way along the side of the road where they were still masked by thick bushes. With werewolves around, there was always the possibility that their scent would be caught, but the wind was low.
Not that it would do much to slow her down.
Eric felt the laugh roll from him before he could stop it. He bared his fangs, let them see the full length of them as he fought harder against the silver that held him, draining him further in his already weakened state. He saw the fear, smelt it rolling off of them as they rook a step back.
'I hope you run,' he growled, back arching higher with every strain. He felt the burn of his hunger, the weakness in his body, but pushed on, encouraging his starvation with the thought that he would soon be gorging on their blood, slowly taking their lives to make sure they felt the very last beat of their heart and knew when they had taken their dying breath.
'He shouldn't be able to move,' the woman said, clutching at her husband with manicured fingernails as she glanced from him to Eric as his hand fisted, arching from the metal.
'He can't get up,' he said, refusing to move even as Eric's hand inched its way to the silver at his chest. He pushed his wife away as he went to the pile of heavy chains in the corner of the room, picking up a few of the heavy lengths as he stalked to Eric. He sneered as Eric glanced to him, pale blue eyes narrowing as he saw the chains.
'Come on, be a man. Keep me strapped to a table,' Eric taunted as he pulled the silver from his chest. He growled low in his throat, the flesh of his hand hissing with the contact. He pulled the links away as quickly as he could, careful not to tear the skin too severely where the chain had imbedded.
'Hurry,' she called in a shrill voice on the other side of the room.
He straightened the chain, strapping it over Eric's head. The flesh sizzled and Eric let out a cry as the silver sank to his bones. His back arched, a fresh wave of weakness rushing over him with the agony that filled him. His jaw ached as he clenched it tight but he forced his eyes open and stared straight into the gaze, seeing the pleasure that filled the dark eyes above at his pain. 'I cannot wait to tear your very pulse from your flesh, Newlin.'
The Reverend smirked. 'Empty threats.'
Eric matched the look in his eyes and the sick smile on his lips. His hand shot up, freed from the silver while the Newlins' gazes were focused on his fangs. He gripped tight, throwing the Reverend across the room into the concrete wall, revelling in the shrill shriek that filled the room as he reached for the chain that was still burning into his forehead and gently eased it from his skin link by link until he could throw it to the ground. He removed the others as quickly as his weak body would allow, glancing to the Newlin as his wife tried to revive his unconscious form.
'First, I'll bite your wrists, avoiding any important arteries as I drain a few sips, slowly working my way to your necks where I will start draining your blood slowly. You will feel your body weaken and the warmth seep from your skin. You will both watch as I take turns to take your lives, and when you are both so very near the end I will make you, Steve Newlin, watch as I kill your wife in exchange for all that you have done to Sarah and all that you were planning to do to my people, Sookie Stackhouse and my future wife,' he said as he peeled the chain from his stomach and sat up, removing the ones that covered his ankles. He rose, stalking forward, the stench of their fear almost a physical force as it filled the room.
'You're an evil monster,' she said, attempting to glare at him as she and her husband clutched at each other.
'Funny,' he said, a smirk curving his lips as he bared his fangs, white and shining in the brightly lit room, 'I was just thinking the same thing about you.'
He darted to them, wrapping his fingers around their throats to lift them. They clawed at his skin, at the flesh that was struggling to heal from the damage of the silver in his drained state, but he refused to acknowledge the pain. 'So,' he said, looking to each of them. 'Who's first?'
Sarah Newlin went limp in his grasp, her arms dropping as she fainted. He glanced to Steve. 'Well Reverend. You must help me wake her so that she doesn't miss all of the fun.'
The man glared, tightening his grasp on Eric's wrist, his heartbeat thundering like a song in Eric's ears, so distracting as his fangs ached to sink into the flesh of Newlin's neck.
He cried out as the spray coated the side of his face. His vision turned black on one side as he threw Steve Newlin to the side, hearing the Reverend crash into the metal table as he directed his attention at Sarah. She dropped from his grip as he reached to cover his face as the liquid silver burned deeper and deeper into his skin.
He stumbled as another burst of the spray hit his face, his eyelids melting before the silver made its way through to his eye. He growled, following Sarah Newlin's voice as his eyes continued to burn with the silver. He grasped her and heard something clatter to the ground with the snap of plastic and figured that it would be a gun, the weapon of choice of the Fellowship of the Sun in their plans for the destruction of vampires, something that Jason had talked about with Sookie after he'd spent time with the church.
He reached out, following the call of her heartbeat to grasp her shoulders, pinning her against the wall, intent on taking her blood to start the healing process that his body demanded while the silver continued to burn. He felt his fangs ache as his hand trailed over her neck, one arm locking tight around her body to immobilise her while he forced her head to the side, hair fisted in his hand. Her pulse called to him, dancing in her artery as heat radiated from her skin.
His head snapped to the side as he heard light feet padding over the concrete floor, coming closer and closer to the door as they thundered down nearby stairs.
'You won't make it out of here,' Steve said and Eric turned to face him, the Reverend's wife's neck still bared to him. Eric snarled, a smirk twisting his lips as he sank his teeth into Sarah Newlin's neck. The heat of her blood filled his mouth, flooding through him. He felt his skin tingle as it began to knit together, his strength returning to him even after the first few gulps. The burn in his eyes lessened until his vision cleared. He lashed out, slamming a fist into Steve's chest to knock him back, hearing the clatter of chains.
His gaze shot to the door as he took a few last pulls of blood, wishing that he could drain her til her heart stopped but wanting to have her suffer for it. He threw her aside, hearing Steve call out as he moved to catch her weak body while Eric headed for the door.
He waited, knowing that there was no use barricading it as footsteps paced just outside. He watched the handle turn, jerking as if locked. 'Come on, pups,' he called, licking blood from his lips, feeling it course through him to heal the worst of his wounds and strengthen his body.
A snap sounded from the lock and he curled his fingers into fists, ready for the werewolves.
They crouched at the edge of the bushes, staring through the thick foliage at the main house with its beautiful, towering architecture. There were lights on, but they were subdued.
'Doesn't look like much is going on,' Alcide said, crouching beside Sarah.
'There's something going on,' Pam said, head tilted just slightly as she listened. She glanced to the side of the house, darkened by shadows where the light of the moon could not reach around the architecture. 'We need to get a look on the other side. I hear animals running.'
Sarah heard Alcide growl at the comment but they kept walking, staying low in a crouch as they moved through the bushes around the house, every so often stopping to make sure there were no signs of movement. Pam put her hand up, stopping the line. Sarah was knocked forward as Alcide bumped into her, the heat of his flesh scalding even through her clothes. She glanced over her shoulder, quirking an eyebrow at him and seeing the flush of his cheeks that he tried to cover with a smirk.
'You better hope Eric doesn't find out about that.'
'I'm sure he wouldn't mind that that I bumped into you seeing as we're trying to save him right now.'
She dropped her gaze to his hands, carefully positioned to hide himself. 'I guess as long as he doesn't know that you were naked…'
He threw a playful sneer at her before he crouched low, giving her his side so he could look through the leaves. She followed, staring through, seeing movement in the shadows. 'That looks like werewolves,' she said, parting the leaves ever so slightly to clear her view. 'A lot of werewolves.'
'It is,' Pam said. 'They're heading somewhere.'
Sarah squinted, watching as one transformed and lifted a door. 'Who can say werewolves, in the cellar, with their claws?'
Sorry I'm late!
I finished writing a text today, making up nearly my entire year of work for a whole subject (big eek!). Unfortunately, that meant that my fanfiction had to take a back seat.
To make up for my tardiness, the next update on Satrday the 25th of September will be an extra long one.
I hope you keep an eye out for it.
~ Ryuk In Person ~