Selene's heart pounded hard as she had a choice to make. The high brick walls either side gave her no other choices other than toward death dealers or back to Marcus. Shadows above her moved along the rooftops.
"Damn it!" she muttered under hear breath, she had to go back. Death dealers wanted her dead on sight, no talking, and no reasoning. Marcus was the only one who made any sort of contact rather than a bullet to the face.
More shadows along the top of the buildings heading her way, and fast. She took one more look at the street ahead. She was so close, but was out of reach. Dealers were under strict rules not to engage her in public; gunning down a pregnant woman would gather far too much attention and investigation.
She grunted with reluctance and turned back toward the warehouse. She quickened her pace to a run and headed back down the ramp and into the doorway right as a hail of bullets showered upon her. Barely dodging the bullets she swooped in behind the door and back into the dark waste. Bullet holes pierced the thin metal door scattering along right after her.
She took shelter behind the brick wall and pushed the old roller door from its back frame until it slammed into the closed position. The door had hit the opposite side so hard the latch fell into its latch successfully locking it again locking them out before they had the chance to follow her in.
She waited for a moment till the gunfire ceased. She never had a chance to consider her next course of action. A strong hand reached down from above, grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her up onto the platform above the door. Marcus slammed her head and shoulders into the wall so hard and fast she dropped her weapon.
Winded and dazed for a moment, her eyes came to focus in his green ones again. His left eye had fully healed like nothing had happened.
He held her but not hard enough to choke her, just hold her still in his iron grip.
"Please," she pleaded, barely louder than a whisper. The back of her skull throbbed with pain and her eyes softened, she was reduced to begging. His face no longer held anger, and for a brief moment his eyes softened to reflect her own.
It didn't last long, in a blink it was gone and his determination returned in full and he took out another syringe. Once again he pulled the plastic cap off the needle with his teeth, then spat it out and aimed at her shoulder.
She struggled trying to push his hand away but she was no match for his hybrid strength in her exhausted state.
"No!" she cried not giving up. He didn't hesitate and she felt the sharp sting of the needle dive into her shoulder.
Now an empty tube he pulled the syringe out flung it away. He took her shoulder and swung her around so she fell against this chest and not onto the floor. The drugs acted quickly and she fell limp into a dead floppy weight.
Multiple holes blasted into a single area on the door until a hole large enough was made to reach through and unlatch it.
The death dealers piled into the warehouse too late. Selene was gone along with the scent of Marcus. Kahn walked in and saw the shine of the small needle lying freshly discarded on the floor. He picked it up and inhaled picking up on the two scents
"He's got her."
Selene slowly came around from her drugged nap. She felt warm and comfortable lying on soft supportive surface. She opened her drowsy eyes to see she lay in a large four post bed in an old Victorian style room. She didn't immediately move. She couldn't remember when she was last this comfortable, and there was the possibility if she moved something would then start to ache. There was no one else in the room so she took the opportunity to rest and let the last of the drugs wear off.
She observed the room. It was lit with a low light lamps spaced around creating a warm atmosphere. Old tapestries and random landscape oil paintings scattered the walls between old heavy dark crimson velvet curtains covering the windows from celling to floor. There were very little furnishings, a few chairs where the fabric was old and worn, one with a pile of blankets and a few dressers and side tables. It had a similar feel to the coven mansion where she once lived.
Lifting her head a little she became aware of the immediate surroundings and finally felt the hard object around her neck. She felt the metal like collar connected to a chain linking to a bolt in the wall behind her. She was s prisoner in the room. In her arm a drip provided her with blood and sufficient fluids.
She grunted with irritation at being chained up animal and slowly sat herself up. Blinking rapidly to clear her eyes she took another better look around. She froze looking at the pile of what she thought was blanket so see an elderly woman watching her smiling. Her face was kind, yet there was a little glimpse of fear in her eyes hidden under her smile. Selene could sense why. She was mortal and knew exactly what Selene was and was capable of.
Selene felt around her 'collar' until she felt the lock. It was thick and heavy, and she would need the key or a saw to get it off. Still wary she slid her feet over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. Gaining her balance and footing the elderly woman flinched watching not sure of her actions, she still just smiled watching her.
Completely ignoring the woman she looked around to find something to use to break free but conveniently everything was placed well out of her reach. All the tables and draws had been moved out of the chain lengths premises. Annoyed Selene ripped the drip out of her arm and pulled off its cover that held it in place.
"You need that dear, he won't be happy with you ripping it out," the woman finally spoke up, the tone in her voice was nervous. Selene turned to look at her, her face like stone and her eyes piercing. The woman crumpled back a little sinking into her chair
"Please, think of your baby. You don't need the stress."
"Stressed? I've been knocked out, passed out, drugged, thrown around in my first bus ride, shot at, stalked, I'm six months pregnant and I'm being chased with a bad back, and to top it, I'm chained up. Like a fucking animal!" she growled angrily her voice rising with each word.
"How would you feel, dear?" she continued highlighting her vampyric eyes and took a few steps toward her intimidating.
"Please I meant no offence I'm here to take care of you," the woman replied shakily.
"If you want to take care of me, give me the key."
"Sir wouldn't allow that and he has the only key. Please you must rest, it's not got to walk getting upset, and we don't mean you any harm."
"Upset? I..." Selene yelled, her face suddenly dropped and she took in a deep sharp gasp grabbing her belly and leaned over.
She let out a cry and fell to her knees doubling over. The woman got to her feet immediately and watched her from arms distance. She was too wary to approach her but wanted to help
"Talk to me!"
"I don't know what's happening!" Selene gasped sharply sliding down the bed post to the floor.
"I'll get Sir!" The woman panicked and headed for the door.
"No wait! Don't go. Please help" Selene pleaded quietly trying to get onto the bed. Hesitating she looked at the door then back at Selene. Against her better judgement she saw no harm in helping her in this state and ran to her side
"Take it easy. Just breathe," she said warmly trying to assist.
Selene put her arm around the woman's shoulder and pulled herself up onto the bed letting out another cry.
"No, I need to get Sir. I'll be right back Sir can help you, just focus on breathing." She insisted with concern and headed for the door. She looked back to see Selene moaning in pain still clutching her belly.