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Chapter 20
Tara climbed the big master staircase with a lump in her throat the size of a tennis ball. Her rubber-soled shoes didn't make a sound as they struck each red carpeted step. She could already feel the waves of frustration and anger floating like a tangible smoke in the air, and that didn't help to calm her nerves. Her sire was in a very bad mood, and once again it was her fault. She halted on the top step and seriously considered turning down the hall and hiding in her room until Thrett came and found her, but he must have sensed her out in the hallway, because his emotions suddenly dissipated and he called out to her from his office. Tara mentally restored her own shields and took a deep breath before taking the five steps needed to enter his office.
"Hi daddy," she said meekly, hoping that she could play the innocent daughter card and escape the angry Commander.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Thrett growled out. He stood facing her on the opposite side of the room, leaning forward with his palms on his desk - the muscles and tendons running up and down his arms were bulging with tension.
"I needed some space, so I stayed at Tru's place," Tara explained. "I told you that on the phone." She tried her best to keep the attitude out of her voice but his face grew a shade redder in response to her flippant words.
"At that point I was just happy that you were alive. Now I need to know what that pretty little head of yours was thinking - leaving the mansion, without notice, without contacting anyone about your whereabouts, and without any means for me to reach you!" His voice had grown louder with each word and Tara gripped the back of one of the leather chairs facing his desk to keep from cowering away from the sound.
There was a whole lot of authority behind that voice, and father or not, her instincts told her to heed to his words.
"I'm sorry," she said into the heavy silence. "I wasn't thinking clearly." Tara lifted her own shields to let him feel her sincerity. "I will leave my phone on next time I stay away from the mansion."
"There should be no next time, Tehrrify. You are safer here during the daylight hours, the Brotherhood is protected this way."
"I'm not part of the Brotherhood," Tara said indignantly. He had no right to keep her locked up, and there was no way that she could stay here after…she shuddered just thinking about where things were headed with Dhayn and Mel. Tara quickly slammed her shields back in place.
"I can see that something has got you all worked up, but those are the rules and you will abide by them if you wish to become one of us." Thrett bore down on her with his fierce burning blue eyes.
"If Tru can stay at his place, than why can't I?" Tara demanded.
"Tru is not my daughter."
"Well it's not a Brotherhood issue than is it?" Tara accused. "Until I am sworn in I don't have to stay at one of the compounds, and it's not fair for you to treat me differently than any other Warrior."
Tara hadn't planned on starting this fight, but the frustration and anger of living under his control was starting to rear its ugly head. She wished for the first time that he wasn't her Commander - that he was just her sire. Even if he was just another male, Tara would have decked him and told him where he could stick his unwanted opinions and his unsubstantiated disapproval.
"You are not just any other Warrior!" Thrett shouted.
"Yes, I am!" Tara yelled right back.
"You can control what I do when I am in the training center or on patrol, but not what I do with my own time. And you sure as hell can't control who I love!" Tara's fingers tore through the soft leather of the chair she was gripping for dear life.
"Are we back to this?" Thrett stalked around his desk, his jaws bulging as he clenched his teeth. "Is this your way of getting back at me for putting a stop to your frivolous relationship with Dhaynger?"
"NO!" Tara flinched as the sound of her raised voice was punctuated by the splintering of wood beneath her fingertips. "This is me trying to deal with the backlash of your stupid rules," she said much quieter, shaking out her cramping hands. "And if you love me at all; you'll let me have my space, or I swear to the Virgin I will move in with aunt Dar and you won't see me again."
Tara blinked back her angry tears and stormed out of the office.
"Tehrrify," Thrett said from the doorway, his calm voice halting her steps. "Show up for your shifts on time, report in once a week, and keep your phone on."
Tara breathed a sigh of relief and after a few more seconds of silence, she turned around to thank him, but the door was already shut. You always have to get the last word don't you? Tara rolled her eyes and headed down the hall toward her room. She really hoped that Tru was being serious when he offered to let her stay at his place the night before, because after a fight like that, there was no way she could stay at the mansion. At least not without completely losing face with her sire, and anyone within earshot of their yelling. Well this should be interesting, she thought, and a shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.
Mel stared out the dark-tinted windows of the black sports car Dhayn was driving entirely too fast. The barren trees and brown fields of grass whipped by them in a blur. Her mind was still spinning over the fallout of her and Dhayn's night at the movies. She felt another quiver of unease settle in her belly. How had she been so stupid? They had been so careful, and in one night she had ruined everything.
"What are you thinking over there?" Dhayn asked, breaking the awkward silence that had been lingering since they left the mansion.
"Why didn't we hear her?" Mel asked.
"I'm pretty sure I was thoroughly distracted, I'm not sure about you?" He smiled and the lights from the dashboard lit up his scruffy face to an eerie shade of red. He had been so concerned about Tara that he had forgotten to shave.
"This isn't funny D, if we had heard her maybe we could have…I don't know, stopped? Talked to her, or I don't know…I just don't know." Mel leaned her forehead against the cool glass, thankful that they had decided to meet Ty at the rendezvous point instead of carpooling in his Hummer.
"We will get to talk to her, and I'm sure we are going to be able to work all of this out. It's going to be fine, you'll see." He reached for her hand and she let him take it, relishing in the feel of his warm fingers stroking gently over hers.
"I really hope you're right."
"I always am," Dhayn said, and then he laughed at her responding look. The lighthearted sound brought a smile to Mel's face.
"There's my girl," he said, brushing a fingertip along her cheekbone.
A beeping sound radiated over the stereo system that Mel hadn't even realized was on. Dhayn pushed a button on the steering wheel and Tyrahnt's face appeared on the dashboard display.
"Where are you guys?" he asked.
"On our way," Dhayn replied. "We should be there in about a minute."
"Did you decide to sneak in a…" Ty's words were cut off as Dhayn punched the button to end the call.
Less than a minute later Dhayn pulled his car to a stop in a crowded parking lot next to the big black Hummer. Mel pressed her palm to the door panel and it hissed as it slid up and out of her way. She stepped out onto the wet pavement, her steel-toed boots splashing bits of murky water up onto her dark-washed jeans. She glared down at the puddle and moved out of the way as the door clicked closed behind her.
"When did you get a sweet ass ride like this?" Ty asked from her right, walking slowly around Dhayn's car with a jealous glint in his eye.
"An early birthday gift," Dhayn replied with a barely contained smile.
"From who?" Ty asked, looking up from the front of the sleek black hood.
"Myself," Dhayn said, grinning in earnest now.
"Bastard," Ty walked quickly around to stand at Mel's side.
"Orphan actually," Dhayn quipped. "And I had to start spending my inheritance someday."
"Boys and their toys," Mel said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, speaking of toys," Ty left her side and pulled open the back of his Hummer. "I made you something Mel."
Mel had to swallow back a nervous laugh. Was he really doing this in front of Dhayn? Did he have a death wish? As it was, Dhayn let out a low growl and was standing with his chest pressed firmly against her back within seconds.
"Relax. I meant these." Ty pulled out a small chrome briefcase, popping it open to reveal a set of wickedly curved blades attached to what looked like brass knuckles. The weapons were set in grey foam to keep them in place.
"What are they?" Mel asked, Dhayn still a tense presence behind her.
"Katars...they're punching blades," Ty explained. He held the case open for her and Mel reached out and grasped the cool metal handles.
"Like this?" Mel asked. She formed two fists, grasping onto the slowly warming steel that seemed to fit her palms perfectly. The blades were around six inches long, curving out past her hands like wicked little scythes extending from her knuckles.
"You might have trouble firing a gun while wearing those, but it seemed like you preferred to use your hands," Ty said, closing the briefcase and handing it over to Mel.
"Thanks Ty, these are perfect." Mel threw some punches into the air and Ty stepped back. Mel smiled in satisfaction. The blades were lightweight and perfect for her style of fighting. She turned them back and forth to watch the streetlights glint off of the razor sharp edge.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you were coming on to my female," Dhayn growled out from behind her.
Mel whirled on him and almost punched his arm in mock-defense, but remembered at the last second that she was still wearing her new katars and pulled back. Dhayn flinched away with a look of shock that he quickly masked.
"Didn't mean to offend Dhaynger. Sorry man." Ty lifted his hands in a show of surrender. "I've got something in the works for you too."
"What is it," Dhayn asked, his irritation melting away instantly. Mel rolled her eyes and stepped farther away from them to practice a few more moves with her new toys.
She pictured the ugly pale faces of the Lessers they were there to exterminate. She threw a swift punch with her right, followed by an uppercut with her left – her dominant hand. The blades sliced through the air with a high pitched whisper of steel cutting through the crisp night air. The tell-tale sound of a gun being cocked grabbed her attention, and Mel turned to the sound, crouching in anticipation of a fight. Dhayn held out a simple-looking handgun and smiled at her stance.
"I guess we're ready to go. What's the plan Ty?" Dhayn shoved the gun in the waistband of his jeans and turned to the other male.
"The Lessers have been recruiting at this bar," Ty explained, sliding his own gun into place at the small of his back. "Apparently it's been a hotspot for ex-military and the like. A civilian called it in."
"Are we taking heads or prisoners," Mel asked, really hoping for the former.
"Prisoners," Ty said with a stern look. "We still haven't gotten any of them to talk about the disappearances, and the King wants answers."
"Are we going to be allowed in on the interrogations this time?" Dhayn asked, and Mel waited eagerly for his answer. She wanted a shot at getting one of the fuckers to squeal. Pent up anger, who me?
"Probably not." Ty shrugged at their matching scowls. "Hey, I don't make the rules. Bring it up with the Commander."
He shut the back of the Hummer and gestured to the run-down bar across the packed parking lot. "I'm going in the front and you two wait at the back entrance. I'll heard them right to you."
Mel clenched her fists, checking her grip on the katars. She nodded her understanding and took off on a sprint toward the back of the dingy building before he could give her any more restrictions. She stayed low, so that the parked cars kept her out of view. She could hear Dhayn's heavy footsteps falling into place behind her and smiled at his attempt to keep up. If she was trying to lose him she could, but as it was she slowed down and pressed her back against the old brick building.
"Ready to kick some ass?" Mel smiled at Dhayn and gestured for him to take the lead.
He smiled a her, lifted his pistol and stepped around the corner, freezing in place so that Mel ran into his solid back with a startled thud. She just flattened her hands in time to keep herself from accidentally stabbing him. These things are going to take some getting used to, Mel thought as she peered around him and saw what had stopped him.
Four Lessers stood around an old beat-up sedan, parked in front of the back entrance in the wide alley running parallel to the bar. They seemed to be arguing about something, their voices were muffled by the distance, but thankfully whatever it was they were fighting about had kept them from noticing Dhayn and Mel's arrival.
Mel nudged Dhayn and nodded toward the Lessers. It was as good a time as any. When he failed to move into action, Mel's impatience got the better of her. Bursting into and all out run, she bore down on the unsuspecting bastards before they knew what hit them.
She sliced the throat of the first man she reached, his oily black blood squirting out to form a puddle on the ground where he fell. She ducked a punch from a second Lesser but couldn't avoid another's kick to her side. She lost her balance but quickly regained herself and came up swinging, her bladed fists shredding the chest of a Lesser stupid enough to come within reach.
She landed a kick to his shoulder and smiled at the satisfying crack as it dislocated. Switching her balance to her other leg she let him come at her and drove her palm up, breaking his nose in one swift move. He quickly threw his hand up to try and stem the blood pouring from his nose. Another roundhouse kick to the side of his head, and he crumbled to the disgusting alley floor.
Mel looked over the roof of the car to see Dhayn disarm the last of the standing Lessers and use his own gun to shoot out both of the fucker's legs. The startling scream he let out was silenced by Dhayn's fist to his jaw. Mel leaned against the hood of the car and smiled at her partner. He looked so fierce all covered in sweat and grime, and his multi-hued eyes glowed in the dark alley as he stared back at her.
A loud series of pops broke into their heated moment and Mel's back was suddenly on fire with excruciating pain. She crumpled to her knees and they struck the concrete with a jarring blow. As she sunk to the ground she caught a glimpse of the Lesser with the slashed throat, an oily black smile on his lips and a gun in his hands.
She heard Dhayn's responding roar and more shots fired, but she couldn't keep her eyes open. Everything hurt, she couldn't move, and all she could smell was the sickly sweet stench of Lesser blood mixing with her own.
"Stay with me Mel," Dhayn said, lifting the barely conscious female up into his arms and running as fast as his legs would carry him to the parking lot.
He told his car to open and the doors opened up like steel wings on a black angel. He slid her into the passenger seat and reclined it back as far as it would go. He carefully removed her punching swords from her clenched fist and used one to slice open his own wrist. He held it to her mouth and lifted her head with his other hand to make sure she didn't choke. His heart beat like a stampede of horses as he waited for her to respond, and then she swallowed. Her lips pressed a little firmer to his skin and he felt her fangs pressing into the skin on either side of his wound. Sighing in temporary relief, he pulled out his phone and called Ty.
"Come out to the car now!" he shouted.
"What's going on?" Ty asked, but Dhayn could see that he was already on the move.
"Mel's been shot," Dhayn said, and then he hung up and pulled his wrist free from her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and she made a mewling sound but she quickly lost consciousness again.
Ty appeared beside him, his brow creased with worry. He tried to get close to Mel but Dhayn shoved him out of the way and shut the door.
"I have to get her to the doc, she's healing with the bullets still inside," Dhayn said, running around the car to the driver's side. "There are four unconscious Lessers around back, can you handle them?"
"Yeah, get her out of here, you can explain later," Ty said stepping back to give them room.
Dhayn turned the car on and reversed out of the parking spot with a squeal of tires and a burst of speed as he shifted into drive and wove through the cars to get to the road. He turned on the NAV system to guide them, and pushed his new car to its limits, driving down the winding roads at breakneck speeds. He only took his eyes off of the road to make sure Mel was still breathing. His fists clenched the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. The trees and houses blurred by and in half the time it had taken them to get to the bar he was screeching to a halt in front of the brownstone that their kind used as a cover for one of their underground medical facilities.
He punched down his window and scanned his palm on the inconspicuous security box that was mounted on a pole along side the small driveway. After a moment's pause, the garage door slid open and Dhayn quickly entered the safety of the underground garage.
Once inside the concrete tunnel, Dhayn stopped in front of the well lit doors where a group of medics were waiting to access the situation.
"She's been shot three times in her back. I gave her some blood but she can't seem to regain consciousness," Dhayn explained and the team converged on the car.
They extracted her from his passenger seat and laid her out on a gurney. There were three females and two males, all dressed in hospital greens and within seconds they were wheeling her away, and Dhayn jogged to keep up. One of the males pulled away from the pack as they pushed her into a brightly lit white room, stopping Dhayn at the doorway.
"You can't be in here," he said, applying just enough pressure on Dhayn's shoulder to show his intent. "There is nothing more you can do at this point, and we will tell you immediately if she needs more blood."
"I can't just..."
"Yes you can," the male interrupted. "You will help her more by giving us the room we need to do our job."
Dhayn allowed the male to push him backward and close the door in his stunned face. The small rectangular window set into the door was not nearly big enough for him to see what they were doing. His palm itched with the need to grasp the handle and throw the door open, but hadn't he cause enough damage for one night?
His hesitation was the only reason she had run into a gun fight with only blades to protect her, and not even black daggers at that! Why had he paused? Why didn't he check to make sure that all of those fuckers were disabled before letting his guard down?
My fault. If she dies it's my fault.
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