going to kill me and I’m not telling you anything.”
Without even thinking about it, I lunged
forward and grabbed the blindfolded man by the shirt, fisting it in
my grasp. In my other hand, I pushed my gun up to his forehead.
“You feel that, you piece of crap!” I hissed. “I will take you out
of this world without a second thought.”
“Zander!” Chloe’s voice filtered through the
haze of anger. “Snap out of it!”
How had I just let that guy get to me? I
should be stronger than that … shouldn’t I? How could I be so weak
if I was some sort of Warrior Angel? I released my grip on his
shirt and then slowly backed away. “Don’t get smart with me again.
Just keep your mouth shut.” I told him in a pathetic, ‘I’ll have
the last word,’ type statement.
Oscar hadn’t looked away from Alec during
the confrontation. “How many?” he repeated.
“Twenty, at least, there might be more.”
“Does Edgar have a second in command?”
“Tristan.”
“You were taking the blood to Edgar and
Tristan?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know where the blood came from?”
“Human donors.”
“Are people who donate Dragons, like
you?”
“Yes. Everyone donates, just like before. We
donate and the vampires reward us.”
Reward them? I exchanged a glance with Chloe
and Drew. Drew shrugged turned back to watch Oscar continue his
questions.
“What do they do to reward you?” Oscar
asked.
“Our lives and a place on the Vampire
Council.”
“The Vampire Council fell,” Oscar told him.
“It’s gone now, so how could they promise you that.
“They are rebuilding.”
The words resonated deeply. We had gone
through so much to stop the Apocalypse that the vampires started.
Now, even with only a few vampires left, they were going to try and
do it all over again. This wasn’t good.
Oscar continued his questions. “Where are
Edgar and Tristan?”
“The old library.”
I noticed that Alec answered the questions,
but only the questions asked. He didn’t offer any more information
than specifically requested.
“Thank you, Alec, I think you have given us
everything we need.” Oscar reached down and picked up the piece of
tee shirt that I’d used to as a blindfold. “I’m going to cover your
eyes again, all right.”
“All right.”
Oscar leaned over and tied the cloth around
Alec, covering his eyes and securing the knot in the back. “I think
we got enough out of him for now.” He got to his feet, joining the
rest of us.
I glanced at Lawrence, who was finally being
smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
Chloe shook her head. “This is so far from
what I wanted to hear today.”
We all silently agreed. But Drew nudged
Chloe, pushing her toward the doorway. “Yeah, but we need to
discuss all of this somewhere else. These two will be fine in here
for now.”
He was right, whatever we discussed needed
to be away from them, if they did escape somehow, the last thing we
needed was them knowing every little detail. So, we exited the
room, securing the locks on the door behind us.
“You’re sure that will hold them?” Chloe
asked doubtfully.
“Yes,” Drew nodded. “Unless they have some
sort of super power we don’t know about.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s possible, look
at us.” She gestured to the group. “We all look normal on the
outside.”
I stalled. “She’s right, we shouldn’t leave
them alone down here. We need someone to stay down here and guard
the door.”
“I’ll do it.” Oscar stepped back. “You all
need to be in on the attack plans, you can just fill me in
later.”
I exchanged a glance with Drew. He appeared
to be thinking the same thing as me. If they got out, Oscar might
not be able to hold his own with two of them.
“Oh come on you guys.” He rolled his eyes.
“I have two guns and the intercom. I can watch two guys securely
locked up in a basement.”
Chloe pushed at Drew. “He can do it. Let’s
go.”
“Thank you for your confidence,
Mark L. Donald, Scott Mactavish