I thought it would be nice being a tough scary werewolf, but apparently guns still hurt. Lesson learnt. We beat the Nosferatu that attacked us and soon found ourselves once again quickly trying to sneak out their underground lair.
Except the ladder was gone. No sign of its removal either. So, either they have some very fancy mechanism here, or magic. Hoping for not-magic we headed off to look for a switch or alternate exit.
We found a room of freaked out emaciated humans who looked like they were not being treated well at all. Frank tried to calm them down by assuring he would save them. That might have worked if some other members of the group hadn't then decided to use some of the humans for snack, killing them. Frank and I were dumfounded, but there wasn't much we could do at that point.
The next room appeared to be a surveillance room with feeds from security cameras. I did find a switch that didn't seem connected to any of the surveillance gear so I flicked it hoping it was something to do with getting out of this place.
Next, we found a room with some people chained to the walls in what looked like bondage gear. Again, a rescue was attempted but these people seemed to have no self-will, just standing there waiting to serve us. And by serve us, I mean give us blood, which Talia happily accepted. And then she frenzied.
Something in the blood affected her. It sent her mad with lust for more blood and she immediately turned on us. Between Kaleb and I we managed to restrain her, but not before she went 50 shades of red on me. Frank told her to stop, but knowing she would just frenzy again when his power wore off, I suggested someone give her some blood to counteract whatever was in the blood of the BDSM guy (who had happily complied with his instruction to tie himself back up.)
Kaleb seemed to think blood was a good idea, but he then ordered someone to go get one of the emaciated humans from the earlier room. That is so not what I meant, and I could only watch in horror as the human was brought in and sacrificed to sate Talia's bloodlust. Then just to add to the callousness of the moment, Kaleb decided to start killing the BDSM people. At least everyone else agreed that was a bad idea and he quickly stopped. He didn't appear to understand why it was bad though, I'm not sure there's much left of Kaleb except for the monster.
Finally, we found a ladder out of the place. It was down a hallway that was probably revealed by the switch in the surveillance room. There was one more trap on the way out, a series of torches that burst into flame to freak out the vampires. I might have to buy myself a lighter for the next time the vampires want to kill innocent victims.
Once outside, the werewolf elder leapt away from Kaleb, and bolted. I guess he was feeling better. I on the other hand, was a bit woozy, and those claw marks Talia made in me weren't healing. Thinking I'd feel better after getting back home I changed back to human.
And then I woke up in hospital over a week later. Apparently, Talia's attack had hurt me worse than I thought and I was lucky to survive. I guess one of the vampires must have done some sort of first aid to stop the bleeding then driven me to the hospital.
Talia came and visited the hospital several times while I was unconscious. I guess she felt bad. Good.
Frank was pleased I was out as he wanted to send someone to the werewolves to check on the elder, but we soon had another reason to want to talk to them. We all heard a crash from below and descended from the club to discover a body with a trunk through its chest.
The body was poor Jules. It seemed someone had been very thorough about staking him. Remembering how that guy recovered from a similar thing in the previous timeline I tried to pull the wood out but failed. I looked around for help but all they seemed to care about was the note that had arrived with the delivery.
Another vampire would die each night until we caught and took care of the werewolf elder because of the sickness it carried. Just how sick was the elder, and how tough was he that someone thought killing a vampire every night was easier than catching him?
I headed out after school the next day to find the werewolves. Turned out to be not to hard, although they were expecting me and sent someone to meet me and bring me in. Jesus seemed a lot less intimidating at his home and even seemed pleased when I said I'd like to join. There was talk of different tribes, and a ritual I had to undergo, so I have a lot to learn but I look forward to having somewhere I feel I belong, and there's hopefully less random acts of slaughter.
I asked about Michael, the elder we rescued, and Jesus said that he had found his way to the tribe. He had kept to himself and then run off after a week. Jesus knew nothing about the sickness Michael was carrying, or who was threatening the vampires. Last Jesus knew, Michael had been seen heading in to the city.
Also, Dom has been missing for a while. I had been looking forward to seeing him, as it was nice having someone my age to talk to, who also had to deal with shedding, and an inexplicable urge to chase the mailman. The werewolves seemed quite concerned since he had felt uncomfortable in the city and wanted to return to the forest, so it was unlikely Dom had gone back into the city. So where was he