A Dusty Note: Hey guys and gals! I just wanted to apologize for the long delay it took to get this chapter out. These few weeks have been hectic as I started a new job as well as I am going part time to school. I am a nurse, so when I get home all I wanna do is drop on my bed and snore. XD I will try my very best to get chapters out weekly. Sometimes it might take me a little longer, and for that I do apologize sincerely.
On another note, I have a new goodie for you. :} On the upper menu there is a new link called ‘Character Profiles’. I decided to post a little bio of all the introduced characters so far. Any new characters you want to learn about (for example, there are two introduced in this chapter) will get a sweet little spot on the page. I for one find it hard to keep track of characters and who they are, so I hope this helps you all to understand them a bit better. A word of warning though, some profiles contain SPOILERS. If you havent read at least up to this chapter, then you should not read the profiles.
Happy Reading! xoDusty
“How could you leave him there!?!” came an angry voice.
“You would prefer I left Rose there in her condition to help him?” responded a softer one that had a hint of a French accent.
“No..but..why don’t you go back for him!” The angry voice was now conflicted.
“John can handle himself. He is 70 years old, older than me.”
“That’s not the point River!” Cried the female whose voice was now reaching its third stage and trembling.
“He is a lover of science, NOT-A-FIGHTER!” She said pronouncing the last three words through gritted teeth.
“Allegra, calm down for fucks sake.” Came another colder female voice in the room.
“Do not tell me to calm down Elina. I am not going to stand around here hoping that he comes out of there alive, when something could have been done to save him.”
The voices blurred a little as there was more protest and quarreling. Rose stirred from her unconscious state.
The room was instantly quiet as River turned his attention to the girl lying in the bed. There was a drip and nourishment hooked up to an IV pole, both being pumped into her. He tossed a glance at the fiery redhead Allegra.
“I do not think this is the appropriate place to carry out this conversation. Let’s go downstairs to the Earl Room.”
Allegra looked apologetic as she exited the room after River, concern written over her face for the female in the bed. She was a kind hearted person who easily cared for anyone.
The other known as Elina was the one to walk over to Rose, checking her over. She was the resident Doctor in Madam O’s group. When River brought the human in she immediately started a saline drip and made sure to attach a second line of bolus feeding. She was very weak as well as dehydrated. Elina had no idea how she could have lasted how long she did without suffering from serious complications.
River had placed her in one of the dozens of spare rooms in the Midnight Bloods very home underground, Madame O’s home as well. It was a large and vast place, with many tunnels, hallways, rooms, and routes; all furnished to the highest taste that was Madame O. Allegra had helped Elina strip Rose of her bloodied, dirty clothes and tended to her wounds before finding something for her to wear.
Elina stared at the sleeping face, meticulously watching for any silent signs of difficulty breathing or if she was falling back into unconsciousness. But all seemed well for Rose. Elina estimated that in a couple hours she would wake, for now she left the sleeping Rose to slumber.
She departed the room quietly, making her way through the many hallways and other rooms to the stairs that led down, where she could still hear Allegra and River talking over going back and finding John.
Allegra was close to tears as River tried to calm her down.
What else was she supposed to do when she heard that the man she loved was trapped in the sealed off underground corridor that contained the Failures?
Elina understood and felt sorry for the younger female. Even though technically she was older than Elina in human years, Elina was older than her in vampire years.
“Allegra….give John the benefit of the doubt will you. He may not be a fighter but he is smart. Right? He fucking smarter than anyone I have ever known. He will find a way to get out of there. If anyone can, it’ll be John. Okay?” Elina said. She was not very good with displays of emotions and she was considered ‘one cold chick’ but she still tried to comfort the weeping redhead with an arm over her shoulder, awkward as it might seem. Allegra was actually the only friend she had in the clan. Everyone else seemed to avoid her like the plague…except when they were sick, or since vampires were immune to human illnesses, if there were gang wars in the Sectors or injuries from messing with the military.
Allegra sniffed as she wiped at her tear streaked face. Elina was right. John was incredibly smart and would figure something out. If he is not back by tomorrow morning then I will set out to find him, she made the silent promise to herself.
River was pouring himself something to drink from the bar on the other side of the room. The glass touched his lips as Madame O entered the Earl Room.
“Is she awake yet Elina?”
“No Madame O. She is still very weak. To wake her up would be more detrimental to her than resting for a couple more hours.”
Madame O nodded before responding in her regal tone, “Im heading to bed. Its near 10am already. I suggest you all do the same. I believe everyone else has.” She began to walk out when she cast a glance to Allegra, “Don’t worry Allegra. The guards will keep an eye out for John. I have even assigned someone to wait by the hatch to help him if he should require help climbing out.”
Allegra bowed, glassy eyed, “Thank you Madam O. May you rest well.”
As the elder lady left the room, all three individuals bowed and murmured, “Rest well.”
“RUN ROSE! RUN!” Her mother screamed, gunshots echoing all around.
Rose clenched her eyes shut as she heard the screams of her mother…saw the red blossoming point grow outward on her fathers chest. She fought with the sheets that covered her. It was then that she felt the pain of bruised flesh. Her eyes opened to the black room. She untangled her bare legs from the silky down sheets and tried to sit up. Her hands felt around to find the dresser lamp and clicked it on. The light was bright and she had to blink several times to allow herself to adjust.
She carefully moved her stiff neck, her stiff body more like it. “Where am I? I gotta stop passing out. I keep ending up in a different place each time.” she thought to herself. All she could remember was John..and those creatures in the corridor..and then blackness.
“…oh god..John. Where is he? Is he alright?” She blinked back fresh tears.
It was so silent, no talking, no movements. She took a moment to look around the bedroom…no windows.
Rose made tiny movements as she got up from the bed. Her left side hurt like hell. She lifted the clothes she had no idea how she got into to find white bandages wrapped around her side. Most where white still, some had tinges of red under.
She moved to the door that was slightly opened, turning on the light she found it was the bathroom. She walked, tiny steps, to the sink and opened the faucet.
The warm water flowed over her hands and she washed her face gingerly. She closed her eyes as she patted her face dry with the plush towel. The face looking at her in mirror looked different. It was gaunt and tired. She pushed her long russet colored hair from her face absently, studying herself. When was the last time she had looked in a mirror at herself? She rubbed her arm where the IV had been just as she heard something suddenly and turned sharply, trying to ignore the pain she had caused at her rash movement.
Rose walked slowly to the wooden door and pressed her ear to it, nothing. She turned the doorknob and stepped into the hallway. There were doors set all across the walls, more rooms she thought. The cold air in the cavernous underground castle wrapped around her exposed legs and arms. She walked from the narrow hallway into a larger room.
“Good Evening my dear.”
Rose looked towards the source of the voice. It was a blond woman, her eyes were piercing blue and her face held a glasslike expression.
The older woman stood then and walked towards Rose.
“I have been waiting to meet you for a long time Rose. I think the whole world has silently been awaiting this meeting.”
“Who are you?” Rose asked a little fearfully. The woman had done nothing to frighten her, she smiled as kindly as her glass like face could too. What frightened Rose was the woman’s inability to display emotion, it was unnerving the way she spoke; as if every line, every word was well weighed and calculated.
“I am Orpheus Blue, or better known as Madame O.”
For minute they stood in silence, the name meaning nothing than what Kemar had told her when she blindly trusted him. Then the name resonated to something else:
“Rose! Trust Blue! She will help you!”