A sigh escaped Viktoria's lips, disappointment filling her now that her game was ruined. The humans had been taken off guard by Viktoria's bluntness, but now they were downright terrified by the laughter that seemed to be coming from nowhere. Of course her ears knew exactly where it was coming from. She had known another of her kind was near, but had chosen not to act on it. And it seemed the vampire had followed her. Now that the fun had been taken away from her game, she had no reason to hold back. She bared her fangs, hissing at the two gentlemen. They instantly began to tremble, and one opened his mouth to scream. She was on him before he made a sound, covering his mouth, glaring. "You make so much as a sound," she whispered next to his ear, "and you die a slow, painful death. Got it?" The man nodded, his eyes wide with fear.
As she looked past the man's head, she found that the other man was running away. She rolled her eyes, instantly annoyed. "Ugh, humans are so stupid..." She sprinted after the other man, still having a hold on his friend, and reached him in seconds, standing directly ahead of him. He skidded to a stop, slowly backing away, tears running down his face.
"Please," he begged, falling to the ground, "I won't say a word. Just let me go." Viktoria walked towards him, grabbing his collar and lifting him off the ground. He sobbed, but thankfully didn't scream. Her hands were a little full to stop him from doing so. She brought him down next to his friend, pushing them both against the wall. Their eyes found each other, but apparently their mouths couldn't form words.
"This coat is so inhibiting," she said, releasing them both to shrug it off and lay it down next to her. Her black leggings and black t-shirt felt much more comfortable. The same man who had run before bolted again. She turned to his friend, still pressed up against the wall. "Really? He still thinks he can out run me?" He didn't respond, just stood their shaking. She left him to intercept the other, once again lifting him off the ground. "You don't learn very quickly, do you?" She carried him back to his friend, who still hadn't moved, thankfully. She set him down, but didn't release him this time.
She hoped they were a little more sober now, and by this point was just ready to drink. She debated a moment between them, not knowing which one to take. She finally decided the spirited one was more her style. She closed her hand around the other's neck so he wouldn't move, and then bent her head down to the other's neck. He was struggling and squirming, but she had ten times his strength. She could smell the hot blood in his veins, could hear the beating of his heart. She licked her lips, then sank her fangs into his neck. The man took a deep breath in as she began to drink, sucking the life out of him. After a minute he began to sag in her grasp, not having the strength to even hold his posture.
She pulled away from his neck for a moment, staring at the two clean puncture wounds her fangs had left in his smooth skin. Without turning around, she spoke. "Well, are going to come down here? You can have this other one." She didn't need to yell, she knew the other vampire would hear her words as clearly as if she had spoken right beside the other's ear. She released her hold on the second human, and sank her fangs back into her prey to drain every last drop.
The nurse hadn't even been gone a minute, when a new person entered Landon's hospital room. The man was older, and Landon assumed he was the doctor. He approached the bed, and began slipping on a pair of gloves.
"Mr Zane, it looks like they've done a good job of patching you up. I'm just here to do a little post observation and assessment. Now, do you remember much about what happened?"
Landon sighed, deciding to play nice with this doctor for now. "Not really," he replied, slight acid in his voice. "I remember seeing the girl change in front of my eyes. I shot a few bullets at her, silver of course, but I missed her head and her heart. She collided with me. Then I blacked out. That's it. Then I woke up here." He watched the doctor approach, peel back his dressing, and inspect the wound a little closer. "Damnit!" he hissed as the doctor touched his wound.
Thankfully there wasn't more after that. "Look, I'm assuming I'm not infected, just a scratch from a claw as opposed to a bite. Otherwise I wouldn't have woken up at all. Otherwise I'd already be dead." He shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in. It wasn't successful. He grimaced, the pain now constant since the doctor had messed with his wound. He'd need to get some pain medicine soon. Though something small, nothing that would cause him to pass out for hours on end. He didn't trust this place or these people enough for that.
"How long am I going to be kept here? I have a job to do, and I can't be out of work for very long. It's immensely important." He glared at the doctor, waiting for an answer.
Calvin was pacing back and forth in the 'common area' of his abandoned subway tunnel. There were various pieces of furniture scattered around the area, all a bit worn down, but still usable. Off the main tunnel were a majority of smaller areas that each of the lycans used for their private rooms. Various curtains or blankets covered their openings, sometimes even a large piece of cardboard. It wasn't the most luxurious space, but it was safe. And that was all that mattered for now. He had sent most of his pack members out for a job, leaving him here with only two others. They both rested in their own rooms, which meant the common room was unoccupied but for himself. Not being able to take it anymore, he pulled out his cell phone and hit the number 2 speed dial. After a few rings, the other line picked up.
"Wes, give me an update," he said bluntly. He listened to the response, nodded to himself, and hung up the phone. Hopefully his members would all return safely, with their newest addition, the human girl. They had a radio down in the tunnel, and though it wasn't a television, it still gave them the most important bits of news. He'd heard of the girl's father, some doctor who wanted to cure their kind. Except a cure wasn't possible, all the reports said so. Which meant deep down he was just like all the others, wanting them destroyed. While their method of kidnapping the girl wasn't the prettiest method, it would be effective, he was sure of it. If the doctor wouldn't cooperate with them, he would turn the girl into a lycan himself. Then he wouldn't be so quick to end their kind. The vampires, sure. He hoped the humans made their kind extinct.
Sadly, the war was having the opposite effect. Lycan numbers were dropping heavily, making their species almost extinct. His own pack was down to a little more than half a dozen, and the thought made him want to punch something. Or a human. Even two humans. He balled his fists in frustration, and resumed pacing to try to walk off some steam. When he had first taken over the pack, they'd had over double the numbers they had now. But slowly they'd fallen, a single member getting killed by vampires, or later being taken down by humans. They'd retreated deep into the subway tunnels, staying far away from human contact of any kind. He'd made the one exception tonight, to get the human girl.
His thoughts were interrupted when a quiet sort of howl caught his ears. Even in his human form, his senses were heightened. It was far down the tunnel, and he debated whether to go check it out or not. It could be vampires wanting to draw him out, or even humans who had finally found the location of his pack's hideout. In the end, he had to go. He had to protect his pack no matter what. Perhaps he could draw the enemies away from the other two who were here, and they'd never find the hideout. The other wolves could return safely. He sprinted down the tunnel, stripped, then transformed into his lycan form.
It looked as if his skin fell away, a large wolf form ripping his exterior apart. He fell to all fours, moving faster towards the strange sound. When he arrived, he didn't find an army of vampires or humans... but one single girl sitting against the wall. He stopped short, looking at her strangely. He approached cautiously, sniffing at her. He immediately smelled the silver, and jumped back. Underneath the strong smell, however, he could tell she was a lycan just like him. He didn't know whether to help her or not. Was this some sort of trap?
She seemed almost delirious, and he didn't even know if she recognized that he was there. Quickly he picked her up with one hand, put her over his shoulder, and began to run back on three legs towards his home. Once back, he laid her gently on the couch, then disappeared to put his clothes back on. He came back to her, kneeling down to her level. A silver bullet was lodged deep in her shoulder, and the silver was preventing it from healing, as well as the other wounds on her body. He left her side for one more moment, finding a knife. A fire burned on one side of the room, giving the cool underground tunnel some light and heat, and he walked over to it, sticking the knife into the fire.
Once it was sufficiently heated, he returned once more, and fell to his knees again. He didn't know if she could hear, but he spoke. "I've got to dig the bullet out. It's going to hurt." And then without hesitation he plunged the knife into her skin, digging for the bullet.