Narrigil, Present TimeThe sports field was an open-air version of the cages in which the Van Helsings had placed Lyric and Niarthen in Havermouth. The only shelter the occupants received from the sun and the weather was a thin sheet of tarpaulin spread as a roof above them. Some had managed to tear and pull the sheet into their cage and used it as a blanket, or privacy shield. And from that, and the general stench, Lyric knew that they had been there for some time.The occupants of the cages were werewolves and vampires in the majority, but also humans. As they made their way through the walkways between the rows of cages, one of the Mer spoke sharply to Niarthen, who stopped and turned to Lyric.“We are told to be wary of those in the cages. They are not right.”“Not right,” Lyric repeated. “Do they mean zombie?” She ran her eye over a woman who watched her through the bar. The woman looked normal, except for the way she stared at them. There were no obvious wounds to show that she
Narrigil, Present TimeThe Mer had placed Father Isaiah in one of his own cages, between a pair of very angry werewolves. As they approached, with Father Isaiah distracted, the werewolf behind him whipped out his cock, took aim, and pissed on the Van Helsing. As soon as he felt and smelt the piss, Father Isaiah danced back and narrowly avoided the reaching grasp of the werewolf on the other side.“Fuck! Fuck!” Father Isaiah cursed angrily. “Fucking animals.”“Oh dear,” Lyric pouted her bottom lip at him. “That sucks. Poor you.”“Hmm,” he narrowed his eyes at her. “You are every bit your father’s daughter.”“I suspect that you were the reason my father was the way he was,” she replied. “Therefore, you’re responsible for how I am as well. You scared the shit out of him, you and this organization of yours, the Order of the Nexsis, the Van Helsings.”“He had no reason to fear us,” Father Isaiah replied. “He was human.”“And you just want to kill and enslave everyone else?” She arched an e
Havermouth, Present TimeStella was not answering. The phone rang and rang and rang into a void of inaction.Sigrid sighed in irritation as she strode along the street towards the railway station that disguised the werewolf bunker. Her Triquetra had not made it to meet her at the hospital, diverted instead by the “situation” at the bunker – an urgent conference called by the pack leaders of the local area.There was a telephone meeting taking place with the werewolf pack leaders of several towns, and she had agreed with Greg when he’d called her to explain, that letting Abigail, Rohan, and the Triquetra break the ice first would make the pack leaders more receptive to her joining.She had yet to find an opportunity to speak to her Triquetra regarding her pregnancy. It needed to be the right place and time for such a conversation and life was refusing to provide her with that opportunity.The looks she received as she made her way through the bunker were decidedly less hostile, she tho
Trayrock, Present TimeTalen watched as the reporter spoke with the woman in the bed. The conversation was paced by the beeping of the machines – a drip of antibiotics or pain relief. He thought the former rather than the latter, as he doubted that the Van Helsings cared whether their test subjects were in pain.The covers hid the fact that this woman was missing both legs.“It’s an experiment,” the woman said, her face contorted around the constant flow of tears. “They are working on transplanting limbs. They say there is too little donation of organs and body parts, and many soldiers that need them. It’s only fair that we give to those in service. They took my legs,” she sobbed the words. “They took my legs.”“I’m so sorry,” Jacinta was weeping. “I am so very sorry.”The Medical Director made adjustments to the equipment. “You’ll be more comfortable now,” he told the woman.“Please don’t leave me here,” the woman pleaded. “My legs are just the start. They’re coming back for my arms,
Trayrock, Present TimeIt was bad. Cameron could tell from the looks on everyone’s faces. Whatever Rhett and Talen had seen on the level below had shaken Rhett up a lot, and whatever was in the rooms here, had Heath’s face blanched of color, and had the reporters green at the gills.“Fill me in,” Phillip Salem ordered curtly as the reporters disappeared into the third room.“Torture,” Aislen summarized. “In the name of medical science. The first two rooms have victims, the third… well, no one’s sure what to call them. Van Helsing soldiers who were the recipients of medical treatment at the cost of the victims. Don’t ask,” she added when Phillip’s mouth opened. “I’m not getting into it. It’s bad enough being in Heath and Talen’s heads and experiencing it secondhand. They’re coming back. You and the two local werewolves are to stay on this floor.”“No,” Phillip shook his head. “I’m not staying here.”Aislen searched his face for a long moment and then sighed heavily. Her eyes lost focus
Trayrock, Present TimeNiarthen was deep in another conference call with the Mer hierarchy and Seyvil. Tying up loose ends before leaving for Havermouth, Lyric thought as she watched Father Isaiah and the Mer woman, Sapphire, were brought up the stairs to the meeting inside.Lyric sat on the balcony seats and sucked down two of the Mer sweet water orbs, her eyes on the cages below. She still felt thirsty. Her skin felt dried out and itchy, and her hair like straw. She wanted to find a shower and soak herself from head to toe.She heard a yell below and leaned over the balustrade to look. Someone had turned on the sports field’s sprinkler system, dousing all the cages and causing the occupants to cry out in protest. The Mer soldiers not on active duty all stood helmetless under the falling water with expressions of relief.They were all suffering from dehydration, Lyric realized. But she stood up, holding onto the handrail. Was the sprinkler system fed from the river? She wondered. Wer
Trayrock, Present Time“Let’s have a look,” Cameron crouched next to Toby. The man was fucked up. “Blood?” Cameron looked up at Aislen who leaned over, one hand braced against the wall, unable to bend around the obstacle of her stomach.Talen and Heath were examining the barricade at the door and speaking with the patients who had created it. The humans who had attacked the hospital with them were searching room by room, removing patients to the stairs frantically.“What the fuck happened to you?” Toby rasped taking in Aislen’s very obvious pregnancy.“Ate something bad,” Aislen replied flippantly. “Hybrid pregnancy comes with supernatural superspeed babies apparently. Let’s hope the delivery is swift and painless. I doubt it though. I expect my cunt will split in two squeezing this thing out, and I fully expect to be screaming abuse at the men who put it in there all the while. They’re going to be making this up to me for, like forever. But enough about me, what is going on here? Wha
Havermouth, Present TimeMeguitte was unable to concentrate. The image of Bianca’s corpse back in the torture chair haunted her. She had been responsible for many, many deaths, from her escape with Thaelen from Beaupraxia’s cells to the flaming sparrow attack on the Concordian strongholds, through to those she had been forced to kill through the years in self-defence because some men would inevitably try to take that which should only ever be given. In the battle for Havermouth, she had killed again, using magical means, and in her recent investigations, she had again used magic to kill the werewolves involved.She was no stranger to killing. She had never been bothered like this before. This death was different.Bianca had turned against them, she told herself. Bianca had led the coup that had injured Harry and had all but killed Jules. Bianca had been the enemy. She had also been an ally and Aislen’s friend.She’d had no choice, she told herself. As Bianca had healed, she had recove