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[sloahne]

Truth Finally Revealed: Submitting to the Darkness Part 25

Written with @Lassiter_SASBDB.

Lassiter: *As the fire alarms went off the doc came out of his office. I’d counted on them getting his attention and it had worked. Staying ghost, I followed the doc into the young Chosen Talia’s room and watched him start to restitch the wound she’d torn open in her jailbreak attempt. When it was obvious she was totally out of it and wasn’t going to get back up and try to make another run for it, I left him to play doctor as I went to watch over Sloahne. Both females had made some damned bad choices and were paying for them now, but I could understand Talia’s. She’d hit her rebellious stage and had even more restrictions and expectations placed on her than a glymera debutante. But Sloahne … man, I just don’t get it. She’d always been secretive, but this? To hook up in some dungeon with a random male was /not/ in character. And to top it off I’d had to take a back seat in finding her. It was frustrating. I’d had more freedom as an angel to nudge and help than I did as a deity. Yeah, yeah … "With great power comes great responsibility." Spiderman can bite me.

Still invisi, I take her hand and whisper into her ear.* Girlfriend, you and I are going to talk when you wake up. You have a future and Ima’ gonna see you make it to it.

*The door creaks as Manny comes in. Still invisi, I step back and lean back against the wall, letting him tend to her. Nobody’s better than the doc, but still, if a little deity-level healing was required to keep her stable, I was in. My eyes narrow as he fills several vials with her blood. She hadn’t wanted him to take any before. Come to think of it, she’d always been weird about the idea of having bloodwork done. Now might be the time to find out why.*

*The doc fussed with her a little more, vitals and crap, and then tucked a sheet over her before heading for the door. With a quick look at Sloahne to be sure she was still sleeping, I followed him out. He shut the damned lab door in my face without realizing it, but pffff, what’s a door? When I’m hiding in plain sight I really am nearly a ghost. I walked through the wall in time to see him set up his tests. It took a little time, and I popped in on Sloahne a few times to be sure she was still ok, but I was still there when the computer finally spit out the results. Manny’s brow furrowed as he looked at the labs, and the look on his face was not one of a doctor who saw what he expected to. That can’t be good. Leaning over his shoulder, still invisible, I looked over the test results. I was no doc, but I’d done my due diligence on the species when I was assigned to Tohr so I could monitor his recovery.

My eyes narrow as I look at the report in the doc’s hand. The red cell count, while elevated by human standards, was within vampire norms. The white cell count was high, but that was to be expected with the fever she was running. But what the hell ...? She had all the normal enzymes a female vamp should have but what was THAT one? My brain worked furiously to ID the extra one that she /shouldn’t have/ and then it hit me. Straightening back up, I demat back to Sloahne’s room immediately. Motherfucker. Now I know what she’s been hiding. Standing beside her, I take her hand and whisper.*

Oh, sweetheart, we gotta talk. And we gotta do it before the doc spills the beans.

*My head jerks up as the door squeaks. The doc walks as I wink out and move my invisible self to the corner. Being covert is the norm for angels and I’d had a lot of practice. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for Manny to know I was there, but somehow, I think maybe it’s best he doesn’t. I might have to do something drastic and I don’t wanna do a mind wipe on him.*

*I watch as the doc works on Sloahne and I can’t help but wince as he inserts the needle in her arm. I hate fucking needles … but I’ve watched him do it enough to know it’s no big to him. It’s the medical SOP for an unconscious patient. He’s just not ever getting to put one in ME. The bigger concern was the variety of meds he was injecting into the line and the worry radiating off of him. I mean, I try not to read their minds. I do. It’s just bad manners unless it’s in the line of duty, but he’s practically shouting it. And that's not all. He’s thinking about going to Wrath with what the tests revealed. Isn’t that against HIPPA laws? The human Hippocratic Oath? Something. But the guy’s in a bad spot. She’s got no next of kin and the King would have jurisdiction to give permission for procedures and from what I’m reading from him, the infection is damn near out of control. I could heal her. I mean, I’m a deity, and I’ve got the juice, and she’s important to me but … I’m pretty sure doing it to the extent needed would violate the Creator’s mandate about mortal free will and the consequences of it. Damn it, what’s the point of being a deity if you can’t help the people you care about? With great restraint, I manage not to punch the fucking wall and freak out Dr. M, but it's a near thing. There’s gotta be something I can do … wait … I’m a deity but I’m also still an angel, and angel blood is powerful. What runs through my veins isn’t just blood, as humans and vamps think of blood. It’s my essence, my grace. It’s what powers me instead of a soul. He’d thought feeding from any male would help but feeding from this male? It would supercharge her immune system and technically it’s not performing a healing so no issues with the Big Kahuna. I move from the corner to the edge of the bed and materialize with a thought.*

She needs to feed from me.

*The doc’s not the kind to be easily spooked, but I guess seeing an angel just suddenly appear in front of you would cause anybody to jump a little. Still, he gets his professional balance back fast.*

“Your blood might not be compatible with her. Human blood doesn’t provide much of a boost to vampires. I don’t know if it’s just a species difference or if we’re lower on the evolutionary scale, but we don’t have what it takes. I get you’re not human, but you’re not a vampire either.

*Cocking an eyebrow at Dr. M’s skepticism over my “qualifications” as a blood donor.*

I’m an angel, doc. *Deity, but we won’t quibble about details.* It’s not just blood. It’s grace. It’s what makes an angel an angel. And it will supercharge her mortal immune system and speed up her healing.

Sloahne: <My body feels as heavy as a damn SUV sitting on my chest. What the fuck was going on with me? The last thing I remember is Lassiter catching me and the girl in the garage thwarting our escape. Damn the Angel. I hear soft footsteps around me and some beeping from a machine. Taking a deep breath I smell antiseptic, a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners. Fuck, I’m back inside the hospital room. I slowly try and open my eyes but they feel so damn heavy with fatigue as if I was asleep for days. How long have I been out?

As the light finally filters into my view, a figure in a white coat moves back and forth monitoring the machines and starting to touch me and check my vitals.> Hey doctor … what happened?

Lassiter: Sloahne….

*Doc M steps in between us, giving me “the look” as he takes her hand.*  

“Making a run for it wasn’t your best idea. You passed out. Your wounds are infected. You’re running a high fever and your white count is nearly off the charts. I’m worried about septic shock setting in. It could be fatal. I’ve got meds we can try to get the infection under control, but,” the doc shakes his head, “this is new territory for me. Vampires aren’t prone to severe infections, in my experience. I consulted with #Havers after I did the bloodwork and he tells me human antibiotics run from minimally effective to useless. The most common treatment is to have you feed, but against infection, it may or may not work, even with the antibiotics.”

*Impatiently I interrupt and grab the doc by the shoulder, making space for myself at Sloahne’s bedside. Warningly, I glance at him.*

She needs to feed. From me. Now.

*Focusing on Sloahne, I kneel my 6’ 9” self down beside the bed.*

What I’ve got is high octane and it’ll stay with you.  

*Fangs I’d not used in an eon descend and I score my wrist, blue-tinged silver grace flowing like blood from the cuts. The liquid welling from the fang punctures drips and leaves a bluish cast on the sheets.*

C’mon, sweetheart, *coaxingly.* Take your medicine like a good little female. Drink. You’ll feel better after you do. You've been through a lot but trust me, everything will be alright. *Lifting my wrist to her lips.* But drink now.

Sloahne: <Feeling the warm elixir of blood hit my tongue, my body decided it was time to feed. I feel my canines lower as they pierced the skin of the male offering me his blood. At my first swallow, I felt a rush of adrenaline like no other I have ever experienced. It was like what I think humans feel when humans take a hit of cocaine. I instantly opened my eyes to the bright lights above my hospital bed. I could feel my wounds heal immediately and the soreness and aches disappear instantaneously. It felt amazing and yet so surreal.

I never realized how much pain I was carrying all this time … not just from my capture and imprisonment but just how much I was carrying on my shoulders in life. My body felt so free and lightweight as if all my troubles were gone forever.

Before long, however, I felt gentle fingers tapping my face as if an indication that I had enough. Which I’m sure I have, but this blood was so addicting it was very difficult. I forced myself to stop knowing my wounds were healed and I didn’t need anymore.>

Lassiter: *As she fed, bruises disappeared, going through the normal transition of colors in seconds. The odor that always accompanies infection, no matter how hard a medic works at keeping it at bay, vanishes. I can’t see beneath the bandages without invoking deity power but I can feel her pain dissipate. I’ve never seen Dr. M’s jaw drop before but it does now. The heart beep on the monitor starts to speed up abruptly and he looks alarmed. He puts his hand on me and tries to pull me back, but he might as well try to move a mountain with his bare hands.*

“You have to stop! Her heart can’t sustain this.”

*My eyes never leave Sloahne as I answer,*

It’s normal. My blood is spurring rapid healing but it’s not magick, at least not as humans think of magick. Her body still has to do some of the work, so it’s going to respond like an adrenaline burst. Her BP is up a little, but not enough to stroke out and her heart rate is no higher than if she was running a race. *Or having an orgasm, but we won’t go there.* It won’t last beyond the time it takes her to feed.

*Her gentle feeding has become more aggressive now. She’s got the rush from it. If she needed it I’d let her continue a little longer, but she doesn’t. Her body’s healed and her brain is experiencing the euphoria that accompanies the rush. I lightly tap my fingers on her cheek to get her attention.*

It’s enough, babe. Let go.  

*I can feel her now, feel her reluctance to stop, and the effort of will it takes from her as she does. She’s part of me now. Feeding from a vampire male would enable her to be able to find that male for some months afterward, but it doesn’t work like that with angel blood. Yeah, she’ll be able to find me if she needs me but it will last her lifetime and it’s a two-way street with angel blood. And I’ll always know where she is and what she’s feeling. What I gave her forged a lifetime connection to her. It’s going to take some work for me to be able to block her off, but I’ll get it done. It would be an invasion of her privacy not to. And, to be honest, mine as well. As she releases my wrist, she looks up at me. There’s a sparkle in the depths of those dark brown eyes that has nothing to do with mortal mischievousness. It’s the reflection of my grace running through her. Over time it will tone down but there will always be flashes of it now. I lift my wrist and lick the wounds shut myself. She’s still too high to think of it and I expected that.*

Angel blood does more than rev up the healing process. It affects the pleasure centers in a vampire’s brain to the point we can become an addiction. *Glancing over at the doc.* So the fact I can do this doesn’t leave this room. I can’t do it for the Brothers, they’d need a female angel, and I won’t do it for anything less than life and death. It creates a lifelong connection between me and the patient. One that could be dangerous. So the benefit of doing it has to outweigh the cost. It did today.  Now I need you to give us the room. *He looks at me stubbornly.*

“I want a blood sample. Maybe I can analyze it and isolate the healing properties. If I can negate the sex differentiation and void the connection aspect I might come up with something that I can use for extreme injuries.”

*I shake my head.*

Not happening. It’s not just blood, doc, it's GRACE. It’s what makes an angel an angel. The equipment you’d need to even analyze it doesn’t exist and you don’t have the words for what you’d see if it did. Now. The room. Please.

*He grumbles as he shuts off the monitors and turns to go but I ignore that.* And Doctor Manolo?

*The formal address is cold, colder than I’ve ever been with any of them since I came to the manse. It stops him in his tracks but I want him to know I’m invoking his professional ethics and that I’m not just that goofy, annoying angel that’s always hanging around. I’m a being of power. The power I’ll use if I have to.*

What you saw on that blood work report? That stays in this room, too. Sloahne’s awake and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Wrath doesn’t need to become involved unless SHE wants him to be. Got it?  

*His eyes narrow. He’s a male that doesn’t intimidate easily, if at all, but he got the message. He nods and leaves, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. I turn my attention back to Sloahne and drag a chair over to the bedside. Touching the bed controls to raise the head so we can be pretty much eye-to-eye, I begin.*

Okay, little one. We need to talk.

Sloahne: <I’ve never felt better in my entire life as I did at the moment with the Angel’s blood running through me but my elation comes to an abrupt halt as I finally tune into Lassiter’s conversation with the human doctor.

Fuck!!??!! He took my blood? He knows! That I also run with Chosen blood as well as the blood of a Brother which makes me cattle. Goddammit. As the humans say. I’m defining FUBAR now. But then I hear the deadly tone of the Angel’s warning. Is he evoking the doctor’s Hippocratic oath on him? Hope rises as I hope he remembered his ethical standards.

But as the doctor leaves and leaves me alone with my savior … I realize that means the Angel knows too. Damn it.>

About what?

<I’m going to try and deflect this whole thing, I’m not really to admit that I belong to the Scribe Virgin her league prison of breeders and slaves. My mind searching for different escape routes while I stall.>

Lassiter: *My eyes narrow and my mouth becomes a grim line*

Ok, so if you want to play it that way, then we will. I saw the blood work report and I’m capable of understanding it. I know your secret. The question isn’t are you going to tell me? I already know. The question is do you trust me?

*I’m getting pissed now. Sloahne is someone I care about. She’s like family, if I actually had one, and she’s treating me like the enemy. *

I just saved your fucking life and NOT because of what I saw on that report. I did it because I care about you. I did it because my allegiance isn’t just to Wrath. It’s to the species both as a whole and as individuals, which means you. And I did it because I’m more than you think I am. So, do you trust me enough to talk to me? And don’t think about bailing on me. I know you are, but there’s no place I can’t find you now. That little infusion of grace you just took in makes everything a whole new ballgame. We need to talk about that, too.

Sloahne: <I bit my lip as I was properly chastised. I knew he was right. But it’s been hundreds of years of hiding and keeping my secret that it was difficult after all this time lying to him. Granted I didn’t lie exactly … but there had been lots of omitting the truth.>

I … um … <Sighs deeply.> I’ve been hiding something sorta important, I guess. I’m the child of a Brother and … a Chosen.

<I slowly and painfully admitted.>

I left the Old Country and immigrated to the New World when my mahmen attempted to arrange for me to marry an aristocrat from the glymera, Some sexist, privileged male who believed females should be kept at home. Before entering the Fade, my papa always taught me that a woman is worth more than just being the head of her household. Unfortunately, the Scribe Virgin's ways were still used to guide my mahmen, a Chosen to the core. We never saw eye to eye.

<So here I am in a hospital bed knowing my past has finally caught up with me and I’ll end up serving the Scribe Virgin to be receptacles for The Brotherhood … to be a Chosen, whose only existence was to be fed, bred, and fucked. Fuck me. What am I going to do now?>

To be continued ...

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The Investigation: Deliverance Part 13

Written by @PegLegPhury and @TohrSASRP

Phury: -I had been over the events of the prior weeks in my head thousands of times. My brain hurt from all the angles I attempted to see. Talia was out of control, got in league with drugs, and was on a dark path. She knew of mine but had not known the full story and how bad it got. I was steeling my nerves to talk to her about the full truth. 

I knocked on Tohr’s office door, I needed someone to talk to in order to confirm my idea was a good one and wouldn’t just fuel the rebellion fire. There were consequences to her running off and there was another reason too. It appeared another Chosen had decided to run off. I would need him to run the trace program on her phone. I walk in.- Tohr, what’s doing? -I hadn’t really talked to him since I sent the text when she was found, now I had to admit I lost another Chosen, would he see me as the failure I considered myself?- @TohrSASRP

Tohr: There’s something to be said about copious amounts of paperwork. It forces you to stay sober despite how much you’d love to see the ass-end of who’s-even-counting-anymore bottles of whiskey, vodka, and whatever else one could kidnap from the various bars around the manse when no one was looking. Tohr furrowed a brow as he was looking over Leethall’s admission papers, reading over the notes he had made during his interrogation of the kid. Impressions of bottled-up anger, tendency to have a violent temper, and how sloppy he got when his temper flared. Plenty to work with but the kid had fucking potential. Definitely a blooded son of a Brother, that much was clear with all that raw talent in the boy. Tohr’s thoughts were interrupted by a knocking and he soon packed away the papers, crossing his arms as he leaned back into his chair. “Enter,” he said shortly, halfway expecting a trainee to come in. The massive form of his brother surprised him, causing him to arch a brow. “What’s doing, brother?” he asked Phury, his expression changing subtly to one of concern rather than the stern face he had taken to always have. Phury: -Sitting in the chair offered, a hand scrubbed over my face.- I need your help on a couple of things. First … should I tell Talia the truth of my addiction? I seem to be in a space of I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t with that one. I don’t want to encourage her to do it again but she needs to know the path she’s on will lead her to that destruction. She already overdosed once I don’t want the next call to be to come to get her body. 

And I need help reading a phone trace. Greyhson, she’s missing now too, if it’s not one Chosen sneaking out it’s another. I swear I am a fucking failure, maybe the Scribe should have enlisted someone more competent than myself. I’m failing the Chosen at every turn. I can’t even keep them safe. -Handing over the paper with the newly missing Chosen’s cell number written on it for the program.- 

-Stopping my own pity party and looking up I see how tired my Brother is and now I was adding to it.- Fuck, Tohr I’m sorry. I can just go to V if you’re too busy. You really do need an assistant. 

Tohr: Listening to Phury’s troubles certainly was still something Tohr was getting used to. The Brother had always been secretive, carrying his pain on the inside. Hearing him finally opening up and seeking help active was still something Tohr was getting used to, but it made him happy. Relieved and happy, to be exact. As soon as Phury mentioned the phone-tracking, Tohr opened up the program, letting it load as he continued to give Phury his attention. He reached out and patted his Brother’s arm softly. “You, my Brother, are not failing anyone. You are doing the best you can in a duty that is new to you,” he said and nodded. “The Chosen have always been secluded until now. It’s only natural for a transition period to occur and in no way, is it your fault.”

Tohr ran a hand over his own face, shaking his head softly. Was it really that obvious he was exhausted? Had to be, since someone had picked up on it. He looked to his brother and offered a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. The paperwork is just doing my head in,” he said and motioned around to the office that was overflowing with papers and folders. “Greyhson’s phone, you say?” he said and took the paper, typing the number into the program. “Sal’s is the last signal in the system. When do you want to beat feet there, Brother?” he asked as he pulled a .45 from a drawer.”

Phury: -Nodding my thank you to Tohr for his words, they resonated deeper than he knew. I respected the hell out of my Brother and the headache he had stepped in to with the training program. He had all of our support and confidence. It may not have actually been my fault, but it felt that way. Perhaps I was still my own worst enemy in a way. Tohr had trusted me to come to my own conclusion, maybe I needed to trust myself as well.-

-When he mentioned Sal’s, I perked up. What the hell was she doing there? It seemed Tohr was done behind the desk for the night and he was offering to go with. Glad I was already dressed and armed I nodded.-

Ready when you are Brother.

-I could think about my other issues later, what was important was getting this Chosen home before she met any unsavory characters. After collecting myself, I head outside with Tohr and dematerialize to the alley behind Sal’s. As soon as my feet hit the ground I could smell the familiar scents of herbs and spices. The restaurant was famous for its flavor. I look over to Tohr and another silent nod of communication as we stepped into the restaurant immediately surveying the area, but I didn’t see Greyhson. I growled a low curse.-

What the fuck is going on?

Tohr: Tohr was out of the office in a hurry, swinging by his room to properly arm himself up with leathers and daggers before heading out with Phury, dematerializing and cracking his neck as his molecules reformed in the alley by his Brother. Sal’s was as it always had been. A place that smelled incredible and made your mouth water for the food iAm cooked inside the kitchen. It was obvious Greyhson was not in the restaurant but Phury’s growling was starting to gain looks. Tohr placed an arm on his Brother’s shoulder. “Easy now. Let’s go check out the security tapes in the back. She was here, so there’s bound to be a tape of what happened to her.” With a nod to the staff, Tohr went into the back of the establishment and tapped the worker in there on the shoulder. “Take 10 minutes to get an update from the kitchen,” he said, rummaging around in the poor kid’s brain for a second, watching the human trotting off without a care on the world to get clued in on what the kitchen needed. Tohr then sat down and started working the machines, pulling up footage of Greyhson outside the restaurant and playing the footage for Phury to see. 

Phury: -It was a damn good thing he came with, I was scaring the humans. I stalked off toward the office with him to get the information we needed. Greyhson wasn’t here. I had failed again and lost another of the treasured females. Fuck I seriously doubted myself on this.-

What is that? -I point at a corner of the screen when I see a female that resembles her.- Slow down the footage. 

-Watching it several times, attempting to identify what is going on in the moments, I tightened the grip on the hilt of my dagger to keep me in place. With everything going on we now had a Chosen that was truly missing. My previous guess was wrong. I was no longer hungry for the food the building offered, the scents no longer held my attention.- 

Tohr, do you recognize who this is? -Pointing at another visage in the tape, the question dripped with acid as I spoke. There was no mistaking what that was, the blonde hair, the sunken features.- Fuck!

Tohr: Watching the tape made Tohr’s stomach stir. A fucking lesser of all things approaching any vampire was shit news, but a lesser approaching a Chosen was shit news that had been skullfucked. There was absolutely nothing good about this in any way, shape, or form. “Shit fuck,” the Brother added before he pulled back his upper lip, his fangs fully exposed as he snarled. The lessers were getting too damn cocky taking females like this. A small lightbulb went off in Tohr’s head and he looked to his Brother, his eyes narrowed and concentrated. “That kid, Leethall. He said he came to Caldwell to investigate females vanishing. I think we just found our fucking culprit to that mystery. We need to send intel to the others, all hands-on fucking deck” he said and looked to Phury. “We need the entire brotherhood on this one, to have a chance of finding her.” Phury: -The growls rattled the glass in the office. Those baby powder fucks. The lesser touched a Chosen, he cracked her on the head and stole her. This was one of my worst fears realized, I had failed to keep her safe and now she was paying the consequence if she hadn’t already paid the ultimate.- 

I’m on it. 

-I flipped out my phone and called Vishous and Z quickly after to have them make the rounds of contact. Greyhson had been kidnapped and we needed to find her.- Had she fed from anyone recently? Could we use that bond? 

-Was there traffic cam footage?- Can we get the footage from outside? Are there cameras outside? -Looking at the file listing reading the camera titles. Letting Tohr take the lead on the tech shit I knew I was liable to break the computer if I lashed out like I was doing on my phone. Soon all the Brothers would be informed. We needed the trainees too. It was going to be time for everyone to hit the ground running-

I need to send the Chosen back temporarily till she is found, we can’t leave them unprotected while we search for Greyhson. 

Tohr: Tohr listened to Phury’s questions, his hands working fast on the keyboard. Not as masterful as V, but all his admin work at a PC had given him a few skills when typing. “Let’s see..” Tohr pulled up the outside surveillance, looking over the parking-lot footage and cursed, nearly biting his lower lip as he watched the screens. “Fucker knew how to stay in the blind-spots,” he said pointing to Greyhson being dragged along. 

He suddenly paused the footage and pointed to the screen, smirking. “Bingo, license-plate and make of the getaway car. Go figure, a shitty Honda”. Tohr noted down the license number and nodded. “V can roll with this, I’m sure of it, anyone responding yet?” He asked and made sure to email V all the relevant footage before deleting it from the memory of the computer. “It took off towards the east, so maybe we can snoop around, see what we might find while everyone else is gathering up”. Tohr looked to Phury, offering him a soft look. A rarity given the many recent circumstances. “I can’t tell you what to do, Phury. But, at the very least they all deserve to know why if you do send them off,” he said as he looked to his Brother. “Your mission here was to give them freedom of choice. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity for them to have just that. Given them the option and the reality, but let them choose whether they stay here or go back to safety?” He suggested. “It’s your decision of course.” Phury: -I nod to the question of responses.- Brothers and several trainees are getting strapped now. They should be on the hunt within minutes.

-Looking back at the footage, seeing barely a glimpse of the male dragging off one of our females. It stung bad- what was she even doing here? Why was she out without an escort? 

-The mention of going east pulls me from the thought.- 

Yeah, let’s get moving. Maybe we can beat the fuck out of something tonight. Let me know if there’s a hit on the Honda. Till then do we want to try the old stomping grounds? Maybe they went back to one of them.

-Grabbing my shit and following Tohr out of the restaurant, more than a little ready to fight tonight.- 

Tohr: As soon as Tohr was out of the restaurant he nodded to Phury. “I was thinking the same thing, 

Just to see if there’s some sort of trail we can follow,” he said and pulled out a map on his phone, showing it to Phury. He pointed out a few key areas eastward, sending coordinates out to the trainees and his fellow brothers. “Let’s get going. The sooner the better. I’ve sent images of the Honda and license plate to everyone, so they know what to look out for and asked if anyone has recently fed from her,” he said and nodded. “Let’s head off to the first area and see what we might come up with.”

Phury: -The Brother was thorough. I enjoyed working alongside him, our brains sometimes worked on the same wavelength. His phone showed the warehouses, and the rural house we had raided previously.- Do you think they’d be dumb enough? -Already knowing the answer, it was yes.- After you, Brother. -Dematerializing to the tree cover at the first location Tohrment wanted to check out. It wasn’t a secret Tohr was a great strategist. He had the ability to calm and rally his troops.- 

-Stepping out from the trees and inching closer to the house. I watch for traps and movement within the house. I couldn’t see anything. I waited after several steps, weapons drawn and ready to demolish any lesser who dared appear.- 

Tohr: “Given how ballsy kidnapping a Chosen is, I’d say our boy is stupid enough to go to an old location, thinking we won’t search there,” he said. He wasn’t sure how much he meant it, but Phury definitely needed some form of hope. They all did, but Phury the most. Greyhson was at the end of the day his responsibility and this had to be tearing him apart from the inside, given how twitchy his brother was. Despite the area being a rather large one, it really came in handy that both Tohr and Phury were seasoned warriors. It didn’t take long to scope out the shithole they were at, but sadly it only amounted to a whole lot of wasted time. Tohr frequently checked his phone receiving reports of the same nature from both trainees and the other brothers. Just a fuckload of nothing but empty warehouses, farms, barns, and outhouses. Well, shit. The place was completely abandoned after they had last raided the place. Back then it had been a storage facility for the Lessening society, containing a couple of jars and they had already been stored in the Brotherhood’s secret cave. 

“Looks like flyboy has some brains, so we need to find out if she has fed someone or been feeding herself” he explained and crossed his arms. He walked around inside the abandoned farm, his shitkicker making contact with a support beam, leaving behind a nice deep impression of the sole of his boot. “FUCK!” Time was really of the essence now.

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