Vampire in Crisis (9 page)

Just then running footsteps raced toward them. Should be the guard they’d sent for, but just in case, both men stood side by side to face the newcomers. It was two of the young men that had been rescued earlier. “Oh good. Two of them are better than one.”

“As long as these two are on our side,” Goran muttered. “I don’t trust anyone anymore.”

Serus gave his instructions to the eager vamps, then set them up in beds along the far wall. “Remember to look injured and sick. We don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing here.”

“Got it,” they both called out.

“Good, then keep it down. We’ll be leaving soon and will check out where this leads. You keep an eye on the elevator and report any activity to Motre.” He glared at them. “No heroics. If something happens, call Motre.”

*

David barreled around
the corner to find the ancients waiting impatiently. “What did you do, go to the Council to find her?” Goran asked in disgust. “We could have put an end to the war by now.”

David laughed. “No such luck. Tessa and Cody are pulling a team together to organize the evacuation through this elevator. She wants to come down with us to the lower level. She says that Deanna’s memories identify the second garage as the headquarters to the blood farm.”

Serus bounded forward. “What?”

“Yes. They should be here any moment.”

“They’d better be here now or we’ll leave them behind,” Goran said.

“Whoa. No, you’re not,” Tessa cried, running down the hallway toward them.

“Tessa!” Serus opened his arms to close around her as she jumped toward him. After a quick peck on her cheek, he grinned at Goran and said, “Now we’re ready to go.”

“Sir.” Cody stood at Goran’s side. “I think we’ve got a few minutes to get down, but if we don’t go now, then we are going to be inundated with vamps trying to leave.”

“Now then,” Goran growled, stepping into the elevator. “Are you coming or am I going alone?”

It was Tessa’s laughter that bounced around the elevator as she stepped up beside Goran. “I missed you too,” she said with a big grin on her face.

In a very uncharacteristic sign of affection, she reached up and kissed Goran on the cheek.

And damn, Serus watched in amusement as color washed up his best friend’s cheek. It was a good thing she’d done. Goran would never admit it, but he was as hooked on her as everyone else was.

He snickered.

Goran pressed the close door button with more force than necessary. And ignored Serus. But as Serus glanced over, he caught Goran glancing back at Tessa, an affectionate look in his eye.

Damn, his girl was good. She’d tamed the worst of the growly bears.

*

Wendy woke up
and stretched. Her body groaned as she straightened her back. Too many hours on the computer. She sat up and looked around. Ian slept soundly, his back to her. She wouldn’t mind a few more hours herself. Snuggling back down, she closed her eyes…and they popped open instantly. There was something wrong. Something she needed to do. Or check on.

She frowned, letting her mind roll over the actions she’d taken before her nap. Sian had set up the computers to do something while they’d slept.

And they’d left Rhia alone with the computers.

As she lay there, unease snaked around inside. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t go back to sleep. She had to go and check on Rhia and the computer search. See if there’d been any results yet.

And most of all, to see if Rhia was doing okay.

She slipped out of the room, careful to not disturb Ian. He needed his rest. So did Sian. Wendy walked down to the computer room. The hallway appeared deserted, her footsteps giving off an odd clipped echo as she walked toward the computer room. She stopped at the doorway, but there was no sign of either Sian or Rhia. Wendy could hope that Rhia had followed their lead and lay down to get some rest as well.

She walked into the empty room to find the computers asleep. She brought the main two up so she could check out the searches Sian had set up before she left.

The machine blinked the results. Interesting. Wendy sat down and quickly became immersed in the names of those reported missing or dead and those with no report, then cross-referenced them to those numbers assigned to the victims found hanging. There were over a thousand victims and less than three hundred reports of missing people. Another fifty were reported deceased. She had to wonder if bodies had been found to match the reports. Or were they fake reports to cover kidnappings for the blood farm?

Goosebumps rose on her arms. How could people do this to each other? She understood it was her people who’d set this up and were the ones buying, accepting the victims, probably actively soliciting more victims – but what made the humans buy and sell their own people? Sell off a parent, a brother, a daughter? How could they? This wasn’t about sibling rivalry or distant relations; this was about hate. You’d have to hate someone to sign them up for this. Or want what they had and be in a position to take it. She pondered the quirks of human nature as she saved the information.

They had survivors from the blood farm in the hospital but as most hadn’t come out with numbers attached, they hadn’t all been identified. Some had. But no names had been released until the police figured out how the people had ended up in the farm in the first place. If the people didn’t regain consciousness, then that would be a long process as well. Several had died already.

She sighed and leaned back to stare out the window. It was getting dark. The day was almost starting.

The door opened beside her, letting in a sleepy Sian. “Hey, did you have a good rest?”

“I did. Not long enough, but that seems to be par for the course these days.” She covered a yawn as she looked around. “Where’s Rhia?” she asked abruptly, a frown creasing her beautiful face.

“No idea. I haven’t seen her yet.”

Sian walked to the computers, saw the search results on the screen, and smiled. “Glad to see we got something to work with here.”

“We did. Hopefully enough so the humans can identify the survivors.”

“And figure out who was responsible for them getting strung up there in the first place.”

She plunked down on the second computer and stared at the normal desktop screen. She frowned and slowly went to the history on the computer, her spare hand gently massaging her baby bump.

Wendy watched her closely, hating to see Sian’s frown deepen. “What’s the matter?”

“Maybe nothing.” She shrugged. “But I feel like I need to check what Rhia did while she was here alone. I can’t quite forget the heavy drugs she’s been given.”

“Are you thinking they are still affecting her? As in she might do something to sabotage us?” As much as she tried not to, her voice rose at the end.

Sian shook her head slowly. “I hope not. Normally I’d trust her with my life. But she’s not herself and not necessarily thinking straight.”

“True.” Curious, Wendy rolled her chair closer and watched as Sian checked out what Rhia had being doing.

She caught sight of the pages at the same time Sian did. She leaned closer, trying to understand what it meant.

“Oh no,” Sian cried. “Why is she looking for the drug storehouse?”

Sian pushed her chair back and raced to the door, leaving Wendy staring behind her.

*

Jared stood outside
the school, tired and confused. He hadn’t heard from Taz all day and the several texts he’d sent hadn’t been answered.

Where did he go from here? It was late by the time he’d gone to each of his teachers and caught up on what assignments were missing. He was heading into midterms soon too. Midterms on what? He’d barely had a chance to look the work over as he’d missed so much.

He rubbed his temple. This wasn’t the way today was supposed to go. He thought to have answers and a place to stay. He’d planned to ask Taz if he could stay with him, but while talking to the good doctor, it had seemed like a huge imposition. And he’d held back. He also hadn’t seen Chelsea all day. That worried him too.

But not as much as her not answering his texts. His phone
was
working. He’d checked several times, however, something in his life was definitely not working.

And he didn’t know what to do. Forlornly, he walked down the hallway to the front entrance. It was almost five. The group home and dinner was damn appealing, and yet he knew there was no way he could go back. He walked out the door into the late afternoon sun. It was gloomy and gray outside.

With few options left, he walked in the direction of his aunt’s house, half wondering about moving in there. He’d considered it several times but hadn’t really come up with a decision. It was empty. It belonged to his father. So maybe to him then in a few months. If he was lucky. But she’d hung around with some unsavory guys, and who could forget that she’d been murdered?

Would he be safe there?

In a way, his uncle’s house would be better as he was known around there, having lived there most of his life. The neighbors wouldn’t be surprised to see him. It was also a more unsavory neighborhood then over at his aunt’s place. Chances were good that no neighbors would call in his presence for any reason. More likely they’d keep to themselves and hope no one turned
them
in. But he had to remember that his uncle had been murdered as well.

His aunt’s house was closer.

Maybe she had food. He could hole up there for a day or two. There was money available. He could salvage what he might need.

At least until he’d had a chance to come up with a plan.

The house was only a couple of blocks away. He crossed the distance in less than ten minutes and, acting as if he belonged there, he walked around to the back door and let himself in.

It appeared the same.

He walked over to where he’d stashed her purse and found it in the same place. A quick search found the money still in the wallet. “Well, thank heavens for that.” Helping himself to fifty bucks and adding it the bit he still had, he hid the rest away again. He could order a pizza now. Or save it in case of emergencies and find something else to eat.

Making sure he was alone first, he did a quick search of the property and smiled happily. Not only was he alone, but it looked undisturbed since he’d been there last. He walked into the spare bedroom and dumped his bag. He could sleep here. He could make this work. He checked out the bathroom, turning on taps to make sure there was running water. There was – and even better – it was hot.

Feeling relieved, he headed back down to the kitchen to rummage for food. The fridge was half full, but considering how long his aunt had been gone, he couldn’t be sure anything was still good to eat. He grabbed a garbage bag from the drawer and started tossing anything that looked dubious. By the time he was done, there wasn’t much left. A couple of apples, a tomato, and several bottles of sauces.

He turned to the freezer and was delighted to see it fully stocked. It had everything from pork chops, veggies, fruit, and ice cream. A real feast. He couldn’t resist. With a big grin, he grabbed the carton of chocolate ice cream and a spoon. Between spoonfuls, he continued to check out the food. There were cans too. He could make something for dinner for himself. It might not be as good as what he’d get from the home but as long as he didn’t burn it, it should be fine. He’d done some cooking at his uncle’s house, enough that he could look after himself.