into the cell area.
He looked down at the bags. Each had a number on it. He grabbed Sharon’s bag first, labeled number six. He found the cell labeled likewise and began hooking the fresh bag into the feeding unit. He paused in his work to look in the cell and could feel the vampire’s gaze on him. His breath caught in shock at the sight of the withered dirty vampire lying on the bed in the small cell. A weak arm shakily lifted from the mattress to grip the tube attached to the feeding unit. Once he had it in his mouth, Karl pressed the appropriate buttons so that the vampire would get the full bag.
"Your bride needs you. Now."
The vampire frowned in confusion as he greedily drunk his bride’s fresh blood. Karl moved around the room setting each bag to empty into all twenty of the captive vampires. He was about to leave the cells when he heard a hoarse "Wait" come from cell number six.
He walked toward Sharon’s vampire, who was rapidly recovering his strength now he had a full feed of blood in him.
"Yes?"
"Why are you helping? What has happened to my Sharon?"
"I am a Noble by birth, not choice. I swear to you, I never knew what they did to your brides. Now I do, I refuse to stand idly by while they are abused and raped. You need to stop it and rescue them as soon as possible. The brides are with their guardians, who have permission to do whatever they wish, so long as they don’t have actual intercourse. Then tomorrow, they’ll be forced to be with the Elder Nobles."
He watched the vampire grow before his eyes. His muscles thickened and a low growl came from deep in his throat.
"Can you get out on your own? If I trigger the release, they will know and you’ll all be drugged before you can even leave the dungeon."
"Give us five minutes, for the blood to soak into our systems. Then we’ll break out just fine." The vampire bowed slightly to him. "Thank you for your help."
With a nod Karl left the cells and returned to the upper levels.
But what should he do now?
Chapter Nine
Finally the night had arrived. Darcy stood dressed in tight black pants and shirt, with her hair pulled back into a bun. Angelo stood by her side, also dressed completely in black with his hair tied out of the way. They had made their way through the golf course, coming up to the back garage entrance. Word had spread throughout the vampire community about what was taking place tonight. They had fifty vampires to do this rescue. Darcy was confident they would succeed. She’d been working with Angelo and Luca on honing her mental control ability, and she was happy she now knew how to focus it and use it to the maximum benefit.
"Okay, team. Let’s go get what’s ours."
She went to move forward but Angelo held her back, "Let the men go in first to clear the way."
Darcy didn’t like it but understood. She watched ten vampires move to the front of their group. Orlando was leading them. Darcy had sat next to him on the drive over. His unclaimed bride, Fiona, had been caught seven years ago.
They had never had a chance to meet. Fiona had only been twenty-two when she’d been taken. Seeing Orlando’s shimmering red irises—just like a red opal—for the first time had made Darcy’s heart clench for the friend she’d been forced to leave behind. Orlando was extremely grateful that Darcy had been able to give him his bride’s name.
She watched the men disappear inside the garage. Minutes later, they all followed their path. She tensed up as they walked through the garage and went past the blacked out van which had caused her so much grief. Walking the now empty hallways was eerie, and aside from the occasional dead Noble slumped against the wall, it was silent. She felt Angelo stiffen beside her and she looked down the hallway to see one of the vampires drag a man toward them.
As they came close enough for Darcy to see who it was, she gasped and Angelo pulled her in tightly against his side.
"Karl." He said on a growl, "Rocco, why
He looked down at the bags. Each had a number on it. He grabbed Sharon’s bag first, labeled number six. He found the cell labeled likewise and began hooking the fresh bag into the feeding unit. He paused in his work to look in the cell and could feel the vampire’s gaze on him. His breath caught in shock at the sight of the withered dirty vampire lying on the bed in the small cell. A weak arm shakily lifted from the mattress to grip the tube attached to the feeding unit. Once he had it in his mouth, Karl pressed the appropriate buttons so that the vampire would get the full bag.
"Your bride needs you. Now."
The vampire frowned in confusion as he greedily drunk his bride’s fresh blood. Karl moved around the room setting each bag to empty into all twenty of the captive vampires. He was about to leave the cells when he heard a hoarse "Wait" come from cell number six.
He walked toward Sharon’s vampire, who was rapidly recovering his strength now he had a full feed of blood in him.
"Yes?"
"Why are you helping? What has happened to my Sharon?"
"I am a Noble by birth, not choice. I swear to you, I never knew what they did to your brides. Now I do, I refuse to stand idly by while they are abused and raped. You need to stop it and rescue them as soon as possible. The brides are with their guardians, who have permission to do whatever they wish, so long as they don’t have actual intercourse. Then tomorrow, they’ll be forced to be with the Elder Nobles."
He watched the vampire grow before his eyes. His muscles thickened and a low growl came from deep in his throat.
"Can you get out on your own? If I trigger the release, they will know and you’ll all be drugged before you can even leave the dungeon."
"Give us five minutes, for the blood to soak into our systems. Then we’ll break out just fine." The vampire bowed slightly to him. "Thank you for your help."
With a nod Karl left the cells and returned to the upper levels.
But what should he do now?
Chapter Nine
Finally the night had arrived. Darcy stood dressed in tight black pants and shirt, with her hair pulled back into a bun. Angelo stood by her side, also dressed completely in black with his hair tied out of the way. They had made their way through the golf course, coming up to the back garage entrance. Word had spread throughout the vampire community about what was taking place tonight. They had fifty vampires to do this rescue. Darcy was confident they would succeed. She’d been working with Angelo and Luca on honing her mental control ability, and she was happy she now knew how to focus it and use it to the maximum benefit.
"Okay, team. Let’s go get what’s ours."
She went to move forward but Angelo held her back, "Let the men go in first to clear the way."
Darcy didn’t like it but understood. She watched ten vampires move to the front of their group. Orlando was leading them. Darcy had sat next to him on the drive over. His unclaimed bride, Fiona, had been caught seven years ago.
They had never had a chance to meet. Fiona had only been twenty-two when she’d been taken. Seeing Orlando’s shimmering red irises—just like a red opal—for the first time had made Darcy’s heart clench for the friend she’d been forced to leave behind. Orlando was extremely grateful that Darcy had been able to give him his bride’s name.
She watched the men disappear inside the garage. Minutes later, they all followed their path. She tensed up as they walked through the garage and went past the blacked out van which had caused her so much grief. Walking the now empty hallways was eerie, and aside from the occasional dead Noble slumped against the wall, it was silent. She felt Angelo stiffen beside her and she looked down the hallway to see one of the vampires drag a man toward them.
As they came close enough for Darcy to see who it was, she gasped and Angelo pulled her in tightly against his side.
"Karl." He said on a growl, "Rocco, why
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