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W ho
was that?” asked Pax, thumbing through the papers. Sitting in Alex’s
large office had recently become his only sanctuary to this place, even
though the troublesome three were still in Alexandria.
The long walk to
the gate passed by in a blur. Pax stayed by his boss’ side, armed
and ready for anything. The bright, florescent lights on top of the
gate filled the scene with a cool blue glow. Alex’s legs grew numb
as he saw the blonde haired girl standing alone on the other side. She
looked just as she did the night she left. A dark grey car sat a few
yards away, obliviously chosen for its speed if a quick getaway was
needed.
Evonne was happy
to see the abandoned haven. It was one of the few times she was glad
to be back in such a place. The relief she felt after facing her father
was mixed with other emotions. Gluing them altogether was a flutter
of sadness.
Two hours after
the Jeep made its fatal trip into the tree, a figure of a man approached,
gun in hand and body covered in blood. He cautiously stepped to the
driver’s side and opened the door. The engine was off and the keys
left on the floorboard. Blood, coating the seat, shown the path as the
driver was drug through the back and out the broken window.
The old barn came
into view. The farm was small, with a house on the other side of the
field and a large shed housing a tractor and other old farm equipment.
The blood trail went toward the barn.
A man in his late
fifties stepped from the house carrying a shotgun. In his other hand
he held a flashlight. He thought he heard the loft collapse. It was
a loud bang, and with the way his horses carried on, it seemed like
his assumption may be right.
Evonne’s weakened
senses found the human slowing breathing on the barn floor. The scent
of his blood woke her further. She pulled herself onto her hands and
knees and made her way to his side. She sniffed around his neck and
found another scent mixed with the blood. Gabriel was here. He was alive.
Swirling within this realization, she closed her mouth around the bite
and began to drink. Everything was going to all right.



Alex
sat the phone on the base and replied, “Robert Stone.”
“Anything
new?”
“Just
a follow-up on a nest they cleared the other night.” Alex’s interest
shifted to the folder on his desk as he began to look through it. “Everything
went smoothly.”
“That’s
good. Nice to know the system still works.” Reading over the pages
in his hands, Pax added, “You going to call it an early night? I think
the guys are planning to watch a movie in the screening room: topped
off with popcorn, nachos, and pizza. You’re welcome to join us. I
think there’s a few topless scenes.”
“Thank
you for the offer, but I think I’m going to skip it this time. I have
some paperwork to look over.” He closed the folder and rubbed his
eyes. “There’s a full moon coming up. I guess I can’t talk you
into staying those nights.”
Pax
tossed the papers on the desk, his eyes falling on Alex. “Like I said,
I’ll be gone when they return.”
Alex
took in a deep breath, exhaling as he spoke. “All right. As you wish.
But please, keep in contact this time. I’ve lost too much too soon.”
Normal
Pax-style would call for a response to the sappy line, but he belayed
his tongue. He seemed to do that a lot these days. His fellow hunters
also noticed the change. And without an explanation of his whereabouts
for the past six months, the rumors were flying behind his back. Pax
actually liked the thought of the secret attention. He even fueled some
of the wild rumors by ordering his steaks rare, commenting on the first
bite, “Oh God, this is so good!” followed by a few bouts
of growling while he “slept.” He didn’t owe the hunters any real
explanation. The only person who knew the truth sat across from him.
The
radio on the desk squelched on. “This is Elliot at the gate. She’s
here.”
With
that quick statement, the relaxed setting in the office shattered. Alex’s
eyes went from the radio to Pax. Those two words sounded foreign to
them. He slowly reached for the radio. It took all his strength to press
the talk button. A few seconds passed as he utter a simple sentence.
“I’ll
be right there.”
Pax
wasn’t sure how to respond, but one fact needed to be said. “She’s
not alone.”
Standing
from his desk, Alex answered as he crossed the room, “I don’t care.”
The
guards stood by the gate, rifles aiming at the vampire.
“Lower
your weapons!” shouted Alex.
“But
sir,” one of them argued, “she’s not alone.”
As a
response to the guard’s warning, a second vampire stepped from the
concealment of the wall. He made his way to Evonne’s side.
“I
see you’re not taking any chances this time,” Gabriel remarked as
he noticed the influx of guards. “But this time, you have nothing
I want.”
Alex’s
jaw tensed at his words. “I did come out here to speak with you.”
He looked at his daughter. “Evonne, I want you to listen to me.”
“No.
You will listen to me.” She tried to step closer but was stopped
by Gabriel. She glance at him before continuing to speak. “I want
you to stop looking for me. I’m not coming back here. This isn’t
my home any longer.”
“You’re
not thinking with a clear head,” Alex begged. “You belong here.”
Evonne
looked back at Gabriel. “You’re right. He won’t listen to me.”
His
face flustering, Alex snapped. “She doesn’t belong to you! You had
no right to take her from me.”
“You’ve
already told me this,” Gabriel reminded. “Saying it over and over
will not change the fact that she chose to leave. She’s not a minor
by modern standards. She free to make her own decisions. I’m sorry
you were hurt in the process. But you once said that nothing dead would
find peace within these walls. You wouldn’t even grant me shelter
for one day.”
“That
was years ago,” defended Alex. “That was before I trusted
you.” He shook his head, fighting back tears. “You broke your promise.”
The
words caused Gabriel to grow quiet. “I’m sorry.”
“Please,”
Evonne continued, her eyes fighting to stay on her father, “let me
be. I know you want me back, and I can understand that. But I don’t
belong here.”
“She’s
right,” agreed Pax.
Alex
looked at him, betrayed by the admission.
“She’s
no longer human,” he went on to explain. “Nothing can change that
fact. And there’s no place for vampires here. I’m on her side. Stop
chasing her.” Pax slung the rifle over his shoulder, showing his unwillingness
to fight. His eyes moved to Gabriel. “You better leave. I won’t
stop him if he barks out any orders.”
“Quiet!”
Alex shouted.
Evonne
whispered to Gabriel, “I’m finished here.”
“Wait!
Evonne, please. Don’t leave. Not yet.”
“She’s
finished talking to you,” Gabriel said.
Alex
shot him a dangerous look. “Why did you do this to me?”
“This
wasn’t against you,” fumed Gabriel. “Your anger should be aimed
at Saros. It was by her order that you lost your daughter.”
“You
should’ve said no and returned her to me.”
Gabriel
calmed himself as he spoke. “We’re finished here.” Grabbing Evonne’s
hand, they headed for the car.
“Gabriel,
wait! Gabriel! I’ve not finished talking!”
A guard
called out, “Open the gate!”
“No!”
Alex stopped him. “Let them go.”
Baffled,
the guard questioned, “You’re not going after them?”
“I’m
tired of chasing her,” he forced himself to admit. He watched them
get into the car. “If this is what she wants, then I will honor her
choice…
as much as it pains me to do so.”
Upon
entering the haven, Evonne picked up on the change in Gabriel. He went
to the first floor and found the last two humans laying dead. The scent
on the bite marks told him it was work of Emery and Micki. But as his
mind searched for them, he found the place empty. Checking the humans
once more, he figured they were killed after sunset, not long after
he and Evonne left. But something wasn’t right. He told Emery to clean
up after his own messes from now on. Gabriel then noticed the large
amount of blood still left within the humans. They were interrupted
as they fed.
Another
scent settled in the air, this one faint but no less telling. Heading
for the stairs, Gabriel hurried for their room.
“What’s
going on?” Evonne asked.
“Something
frighten them away,” he said, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Where
would they go?”
“Someplace
far away from here.”
As they
entered their room, Gabriel removed the gun from his waist and sat it
on the bed. He then grabbed the duffle bag and began to ready more guns.
“What
if it’s SEVEN?” Evonne pointed out.
“They
would still be here.”
She
stood back and watched him. “What would scare Emery?”
Gabriel
slid a magazine into a gun and paused. His senses picked up the telltale
thunder of paws. “Werewolves,” he grumbled.
“Here?
In a haven?” She stared at him, astonished.
“In
an abandoned haven,” he reminded her. “Emery was using his head.”
Fishing though the small arsenal, he handed her a gun.
Evonne
took the weapon. “We’re fighting?”
Gabriel
began to load up with magazines and filled guns. “I want to make sure
this place is clean before we leave.”
Fear
sent her to yell at him. “It’s not our problem!”
“Werewolves
are forbidden to enter havens. Only when they are accompanied by a vampire
are they allowed. Even then, they are always overseen by an elder.”
“We
don’t need to do this,” she begged. “Let’s just go.”
Gabriel
grabbed one more gun. “You forget who I am.”
“But
don’t forget who I am. You remember how I faired against Adrian?
And who knows how many werewolves are up there. I don’t have Demetrius
help me this time.”
He handed
her a second gun. “Aim for the head.”
“I
know how to kill a wolf,” Evonne replied, taking the gun he offered.
Heading
for the door, Gabriel sensed the wolves on the stairs. “Stay close,”
he ordered. “If we get separated, head for the Jeep. Get as far away
from this place as you can.”
Evonne
heard the jingling of metal as he handed her the keys. “I’m not
leaving you here,” she said, refusing to take them. “Besides, I
haven’t driven a car in years.”
“You’ll
be all right.” He shoved the keys in her pocket. “Calm down. You
need a steady hand right now.” Gabriel pulled her close as he kissed
her. For that one moment, Evonne forgot about the wolves. “Stay focused,”
he whispered.
She
forced herself to nod.
From
the staircase, the thundering sound paws preceded wolves. Evonne could
sense their hot bodies, but she had no way to count them. She imagined
a whole pack swarming in. She stopped breathing as she focused on the
stairs. The thundering grew louder.
Leaping
down the last flight, two beastly wolves came into view.
Gabriel
fired, dropping one with a single shot. The other wolf growled and charged
for the two vampires. Aiming quick, Gabriel fired two more shots. The
beast crashed to the floor and slid several feet. More thundering came
from the stairs as four wolves appeared. They closed in fast. Gunfire
rang out; bullets pelted the wolves. One collapsed, killed instantly
with one well-placed shot. The other three ignored their wounds as they
descended on the vampires. Two went for Gabriel, while the third leapt
over them to land on Evonne.
Evonne
heard the sound of her collar bone break as the wolf’s powerful jaws
clamped on. It began to drag her down the hall, away from the other
vampire. Swinging the gun around, Evonne blindly fired three shots.
The wolf stopped moving. Gathering her wits, she worked fast, prying
the beast from her shoulder. But as she freed herself, another wolf
was on her, its claws tearing at her stomach. Evonne felt no pain. She
was too concerned with surviving. Repositioning the gun, she fired.
The beast growled as it fought to behead her. Finally, the wolf’s
body stopped moving. Evonne lay underneath, her body unable to move.
The numbness lifted. Using all of her remaining strength, she rolled
the massive beast to the side.
Her
eyes searched for Gabriel and spotted the new wolves running toward
them. She heard Gabriel’s voice calling out from somewhere in the
hall.
“Run!”
Evonne
scrambled to her feet and ran for the opposite end of the hall. She
threw open the door to the stairwell and looked back as it closed. A
wolf left the other group and bounded toward her. Forgetting the second
gun she carried, Evonne bolted up the stairs and headed for the garage.
She could hear the wolf still following.
I’ve
taken a werewolf down with my bare hands before. I have the strength.
I just need the confidence. She wanted to stop and fight, but the
growling sound behind her kept her legs in motion.
Running
into the garage, Evonne was struck from the side and thrown a few yards,
her ribs cracking on impact. She fought to look up. Her mind froze at
the sight. A werewolf approached, joined by the other that followed
her upstairs.
“Where
is she?” the larger wolf growled. He stood on his hind legs and towered
over the vampire. The other wolf cowered underneath the stature of his
pack mate, their ranks obvious in this small gesture.
“Wh-who?”
Evonne stammered.
The
beast dropped to all fours, his clawed hands to either side of the vampire’s
head. “Lancaster’s bitch,” he sneered. “Her scent is all over
this place. Where are you hiding her?”
Evonne
dared to make eye contact with him. She wanted to look away.
“Where
is she?” the wolf fumed.
From
between their bodies, a series of bangs flooded the air. The wolf’s
eyes widened. A rasping sound left him as blood began to leave his mouth.
Struggling to remain standing, the wolf’s legs finally gave. He collapsed
on top of the vampire.
Evonne
remembered the other wolf and pushed the heavy beast to the side. She
took aim. The wolf continued to cower as he began to back away. His
eyes begged for mercy. Evonne’s finger eased on the trigger.
Gabriel
wants this place clean.
Three
gunshots echoed inside the garage. The second wolf lay dead where he
once stood. Evonne lowered the gun. From inside the haven, the sounds
of more fighting sent her to feet. She ran toward the Jeep and fumbled
for the keys. Tossing the gun in the passenger seat, Evonne started
the engine. She had seen Gabriel drive this thing plenty of times. All
she had to do was recall his actions. But one thing made this task a
lot more conceivable: Thank God it’s an automatic.
Evonne
looked in the rearview mirror as she saw the haven disappear among the
trees. How far was she suppose to drive? How would he know where to
find her? Staring at the road, Evonne began to bang her bloodied hands
on the steering wheel.
“Dammit,
Gabriel! What am I suppose to do?”
Her
eyes caught sight of herself in the rearview mirror. She turned her
head to the side, judging the severity of her injuries. Her neck looked
terrible. Large gashes went deeper than she first thought, and blood
continued to escape. Looking down, she feared she would see her intestines
hanging out, but thankfully the torn skin held strong.
She
laughed through the pain. “Lost another shirt.”
The
blood loss began to take its toll. Evonne’s vision blurred and her
head began to grow weightless. She wanted to sleep. No! You can’t
fall asleep now!
Her
eyes darted around in an attempt to stay awake. They stopped on the
mirror again. The glass on the rear door had been shattered. She glanced
at the gun in the passenger seat. Diving for it, Evonne found a clawed
hand grabbing for her neck and pinning her to the headrest. Another
clawed hand took the gun and threw it somewhere in the back. Evonne
heard it hit the rear door and land amongst the broken glass.
The
werewolf growled into the vampire’s ear, “Keep driving.”
Evonne
had no intentions of disobeying. The claws on her neck dug deeper into
her wounds, reversing the healing that already begun. She felt her blood
escaping faster. Her eyes fluttered and finally closed.
On the
road, miles from the haven, the Jeep missed the upcoming curve and entered
a field, its headlights bouncing up and down over the hilly terrain.
Gathering speed, the Jeep continued to move toward the forest edge.
It stopped as it smashed head first into an old Maple tree.
Gabriel
closed the door and followed the trail of blood into the woods.
Feeling
lightheaded, Gabriel fought to keep mind focused. He hadn’t been this
weak in a long time. Numbness crept up from his feet and hands. It was
the start of his body’s effort to shut down, to preserve his energy
for healing. Cautiously, Gabriel entered the barn. The only animals
inside were four horses, each locked within their stalls. In an empty
stall he found Evonne laying unconscious. The dirt on her clothes told
she had been drug here, not that the one responsible had no strength
to carry her, but that she was used to bait the trail.
Something
moved within the loft. Gabriel raised the gun, his hand fighting through
the numbness. His skin seemed glued to the gun by the drying blood and
felt like cement within his weakening strength. Eyes straining, he searched
through the stacks of hay. The boards in the loft creaked again.
“I
trust you killed the others?” a woman voice called out. “All twelve
of them?”
Gabriel
kept the gun pointed at the origin of the voice. He didn’t answer.
“Please,”
she continued, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
From
behind a stack of hay, a naked woman crawled to the edge of the loft
to look down at the vampire.
“You
did me a great favor tonight.” She lowered herself onto her elbows,
her body casually laying on the loose hay. “There’s some livestock
here and a human in the house, enough blood for you and your mate.”
Gabriel
lowered the gun and returned to Evonne’s side. He began checking the
extent of her injuries. “What’s your name?” he asked the wolf.
“Tamara,
daughter of Jacob Lancaster.”
“Then
you know who I am.”
She
rested her head on her hand. “He’s spoken of you. Quite respectably,
I might add.”
“Who
did I kill for you?”
“Many
of the unworthy,” she said coldly. “I was expecting to find the
haven at least half full. Imagine my disappoint when the only two vampires
fled upon my arrival.”
“Who
did I kill?” he repeated.
“Juveniles.
Nothing more. They’d been causing trouble and needed to dealt with.”
“Who
happened to be all males.” Gabriel left Evonne’s side to stand below
the loft.
She
smirked. “Alpha’s orders.”
“You
deliberately broke haven rules, and by crossing that line…”
He aimed the gun at the werewolf. “You’re punishment will be the
same.”
“I
did no harm!” she tried to explain, cowering back to hide among the
bails of hay. “The deed is finished.”
Gabriel
continued to follow the sounds of her movements. He waited for a clear
shot.
“I
am uninjured,” she pointed out, “and you can barely stand. Not much
of a match.”
“I
only need one good shot,” he reminded her.
“You
will alert the human.”
“Two
birds…”
The
wolf growled as a hay bail was flung into the air, falling towards Gabriel.
Several more followed, each one an attempt to send him off balance.
As Gabriel dodged the last onslaught, Tamara attacked, her body taking
the form of a natural wolf. She leapt onto the vampire, her body slamming
him to the ground. Moving fast she tore into his neck. Her plan was
to remove his head. She had done this plenty of times with deer. A vampire
would be no different.
Gabriel
pressed the gun’s barrel to her temple and fired. The wolf’s jaws
tightened around his neck. Her body tensed up, then slowly relaxed.
He pushed her to the side.
The
horses called out from their stalls. This, added with the gunshot, woke
the human within the house. Gabriel moved into the shadows and waited.
Rounding
the corner, the man enter the barn. The flashlight’s beam landed on
the body of a large animal. The man jumped back at the sight and raised
the long barrel shotgun. He carefully approached and jabbed the barrel’s
end into the animal’s thick fur. The animal didn’t move. Noticing
the smashed skull, he shone the flashlight on the horses.
“Did
one of you do this?” he playfully asked.
The
horses began neighing wildly and pawing at the ground. Sensing something
else maybe in the barn, the man spun the flashlight around. A violent
force grabbed onto him, the attack fierce enough to send the shotgun
from his hand. He then felt the pressure of something tugging at his
neck. His mind didn’t register the pain at first, but as his blood
left his body, the pain made itself known. He had no time or strength
to scream. The last thing he felt was his body falling to the ground.
Gabriel
kept the man alive. He then left the barn and headed for the house.
Dawn was in a few hours and he needed to think fast. Too many things
worked against him. Not much time.
As the
blood ceased from the human, Evonne caught another strong scent. It
was the blood of a werewolf. Though she had no talent of picking a werewolf
out in a crowd, it was the unique blood she could pinpoint. Leaving
the human, she crawled over to the wolf’s side and felt through the
thick fur around the neck, her hands working their way up to the soft
underside of the jaw. She pushed the head back and bit into the underside
where the head and neck met. The bite needed to be large enough to make
up for the dead heart, and her body was too impatient to wait on a smaller
bite. She began to drink, pulling out the blood with feverish gulps.
Gabriel
returned to the barn and found what he hoped to see. Evonne had finished
off the human and was on the wolf. This left him with the horses. Approaching
the stalls, he picked out the horse on the end. He took the gelding
by the halter, and with a knife in the other hand, sliced below the
withers, using all of his strength to sever the spine. The horse let
out a frantic sound as its legs gave out, collapsing to the ground.
He pulled the horse onto its side. The animal tossed its head about
as it wanted to stand. Gabriel kneeled behind the horse’s head and
held it down. Normally he would let the animal live, but the situation
called for its death. He needed all the blood he could get. The numbness
in his body was becoming to difficult to ignore.
He ran
his hand over the horse’s neck, searching for the right place. With
the knife, Gabriel began to cut through the skin. A gush of blood poured
from the deep wound. He then lowered himself to the animal and drank.
Noticing
the commotion, Evonne looked to the stalls and found Gabriel. The scent
of the horse’s blood pulled her away from the dried up wolf. The thumping
heart of this large animal was like a drum to her ears. She crawled
to the stall and sat on the opposite side of the horse. Gabriel raised
up and delivered the knife into the neck once more, creating a place
for Evonne. Taking no cue or asking for permission, she placed her mouth
to the new wound. Gabriel returned to the horse and continued to drink.
The
other horses sensed the gelding’s distress and paced within their
stalls. It was the only sound keeping Evonne rooted in reality. Something
tugged on her shoulder. She looked up to see Gabriel beside her, pulling
her to stand. She freely left the dead horse and was helped outside
and toward the farmhouse.
Gabriel
led Evonne into the bathroom where he began to undress her. Through
the dizziness of her mind, she tried to keep her eyes open. She saw
the bathroom covered in a cheap wallpaper, a décor that told its age
based on style alone.
The
shower kicked into life. Gabriel guided her into the tub, then undressed
himself before joining her.
The
hot water felt wonderful against Evonne’s skin. It rolled over her,
hitting the deep wounds to her stomach, neck, and shoulders. The water
didn’t sting; instead, it eased the pain. Another sensation moved
across her skin. As it neared her broken collar bone, she flinched and
pushed against it. She found her hand meeting with Gabriel’s hand.
“Is
it broken?” he asked.
She
answered, her voice giving out. “I think so.”
His
hand returned to her collar and felt around. “It’s not out of place.
Anything else broken?”
“My
ribs…
I think.” She felt his hands move to her sides, checking her rib cage.
“There’s
nothing I can do about that,” he said. “Open your eyes, Evonne.
Look at me.”
Listlessly,
she shook her head. “I just… I want to sleep… Can I please sleep?”
“You
can sleep later.”
Evonne
rolled her head away from him and leaned against the shower wall. Pulling
her back to stand straight, Gabriel swung an open hand into her face,
smacking her hard. Her eyes snapped open, skittishly looking around.
“We
need to get cleaned up and out of here,” he said.
Though
she heard his words, her interest centered around the damage dealt to
his body. She could see the large slash marks on his chest and stomach,
and more to his neck and shoulders. Deep wounds also went over his legs.
The extent of his injuries were worse than her own.
Evonne
stood in the back of the shower as he rinsed off the blood from his
hair and body. More vicious slash marks covered his back. She stepped
closer to him, inspecting the wounds as she ran her hands over his skin.
The edges were already showing signs of healing. With his age they would
be heal much faster than hers.
Gabriel
finished rinsing off and left the shower to grab the towels. Evonne
stepped into the shower’s stream as she gave herself one more rinse
before turning off the water. As she exited the shower, Gabriel handed
her a towel. The light colored towels slowly picked up shades of pink
and red as they dried off. Gabriel then left the bathroom in search
of the clothes he found on his first walkthrough of the house.
Evonne’s
eyes caught sight of herself in the mirror. She looked at the mangled
vampire staring back. She raised her hand and dared to touch the gapping
marks on her neck. Upon contact, she found herself still bleeding. Evonne
unwrapped the towel to view the rest of her body. She looked away, her
legs growing weak at the sight.
The
necklace! She looked in the mirror again and found the necklace
missing. Mentally retracing her steps, she had no idea where it could
be.
Gabriel
returned to the bathroom and handed her some clothes.
“Can’t
this wait,” she said. “I’m still losing blood.”
“We
have to leave right now. Dawn is in two hours.” He began to dress.
“We
can stay here.” The tiredness was quickly settling in her body once
more.
“It’s
too dangerous. We have to leave the Jeep.”
She
held up the red flannel shirt, looking it over. “Why?”
“You
crashed it into a tree.”
Evonne
dropped her arms, her eyes already falling heavy. “Oh… I’m sorry. I don’t remember…
I was driving?”
“It’s
all right.”
Finished
dressing, Gabriel began to help Evonne.
She
continued speaking, her words borderline loopy. “We can sleep in the
ground. I’ve always wanted to try that. Make like a grub worm and
chill out till sunset.”
“They
will be looking for disturbed earth,” he pointed out.
“They?
SEVEN? Did you call them? They’re gonna have a mess to clean up. Did
I kill a werewolf? I taste werewolf.” With her eyes closed, she licked
her lips. “…
and grass. Did I eat grass? What is the phone number for SEVEN? Is it…
7? Or 711. Seven Eleven. That’s a convenience store, right?”
Gabriel
finished by sliding the boots on Evonne’s feet.
“My
poor boots,” she continued. “I ordered them online after I got my
motorcycle. They cost a lot.” Her eyes shot open. “My bike! I can’t
believe I left it there.”
“It
can stay there.” Gabriel took her hand and led her from the bathroom
and out to the green truck.
Pulling
herself into the passenger seat, Evonne asked, “Where are we going?”
Gabriel
knew of one place nearly three hours away. It would be a race against
the sun. But this place was a sanctuary greater than any haven. He had
to take the chance.
“To
a friend’s house,” he answered.



