World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

THIRTY-TWO

Ricky rolled his sleeves up, his eyes heavy as he approached the warehouse that K had lead him to.

Six excruciating hours had passed, and he had no energy to use his full speed, so he was stuck walking like a human. Which, unfortunately, killed him more than it should've. He hadn't passed any humans for almost an hour, so the lack of blood was starting to effect him. Obviously, making him even more tired.

He threw the door to the warehouse open, a broken branch in one of his hands.

He entered what he thought to be an empty warehouse, but it was far from it. He thought there'd be twenty people–at the most–, but he was so fucking wrong.

Hundreds of creatures, each ranging in abilities and species, stood behind a man–Michael–and a bloody, worn out, Nikki.

Ricky was more than surprised. He knew he was fucked, he just didn't want to admit it. After looking at how many people were in front of him, and how cunning they looked, he knew there was no way he'd be able to swap himself for Nikki. No way.

"Rick," Michael smirked, holding his arms out, "Nice of you to join us."

Dropping his stake to the ground, Ricky sighed, mumbling, "Fuck."

•|•|•

Ryan pulled open the door to the club, causing all heads to snap his way.

It was usually dark creatures that owned night clubs, but certain ones were owned and run by light ones. Well, most were vampires, but there were still more light than dark.

There were at least thirty vampires inside, due to it only being six at night, but that was enough for Ryan.

He stayed in his place, looking at each of them with slight hope, "I know each and every one of you have encountered Michael before. I don't even have to say his last name, because you know who I'm talking about. And I know each of you want nothing more than to get rid of them. So, now, I'm giving you the chance," He gestured to the door, "I'm ready to fight him. If you are, too, all you need to do is walk out that for with me."

One of the vampires, Remington, stepped forward, "How do we know you won't just screw us over?"

"Because," Ryan said, "He has someone I love. I'd be stupid to turn down help."

Remington mumbled a few things to his friends, receiving a nod of their head.

"So," Ryan raised an eyebrow, "What do you say?"

•|•|•

Lynn, Vinny, Brian and Alex stood metres away from two dozen hunters, their heads high.

They held pride in what they did, and what they were, even if it was around other hunters who weren't as bright about vampires as them.

Lynn, being the 'leader' of the four, decided to speak up, "I know it's been thousands of years since we've all seen each other."

"You've got that right." Chrissy mumbled, crossing her arms.

Lynn held back a glare and continued, "But, we need help. Now, I know it's not the best thing to ask after everything we've been through, but hunters have been trying to take down Michael for centuries. Now, we have a chance, and a reason to."

Daniel frowned, "What reason is that?"

Vinny took a small step forward, "I've never met any of you, but I can tell you're good people and would do the right thing when the time comes. In my time with these three, I've created a bond stronger than family. Not only with Lynn, Brian and Alex, but others, too. One of them–one of my brothers–, has gone after Michael. In order for us to get him and his friend back, we need to go through Michael and his army."

"You guys can help us with that." Alex mumbled.

There was a long pause as each of the hunters thought about it.

Lynn was right; hunters had been after Michael for centuries. Every chance they got, though, ended bad. They had to have hope, and they could only find out by participating in this.

Chrissy stepped forward and nodded her head, "Alright, we're in."

•|•|•

As Ricky heard the familiar creak of the metal door opening, he groaned and threw his head back.

He didn't know how long he had been there, but he was starting to get tired. Physically and mentally.

Michael's men–and women–had spent hours beating Ricky senseless.

He didn't want to give in, but it was starting to get too much.

With the lack of blood, he wasn't able to heal. Without being able to heal, he wasn't able to take the beatings. Without being able to take the beatings, he was basically dying.

"Rick," A woman smirked, her long, blue hair practically blinding Ricky, "Have you decided, yet?"

"Fuck you." Ricky spat, glaring.

"You're making the wrong decision." She hummed, skipping around him.

"Yeah? Well, fuck you twice."

She stopped in front of Ricky and harshly grabbed a hold of his face, forcing him to look at her, "Keep running your mouth like that, you'll lose your tongue. Got it?"

Ricky stuck his tongue out, daring her to cut it off.

Lucky for him, she didn't have the authority or the guts to do so. Instead, she raised her fist and connected it with Ricky's face, causing blood to drip from the side of his lip.

She nodded her head with a hum, "Now you're presentable."

"Presentable for what?" Ricky snit, eyes slits.

She grabbed a phone out of her pocket and typed a few things before holding it in front of Ricky.

After several seconds of staring at his own face, only just realising how bad he looked, the video call was answered, a confused Ryan on the other end.

As soon as he saw Ricky, though, he was over come with many emotions.

"R-Ricky?"

Ricky sighed and looked down, "I'm so sorry, Ryan. But, it was the only way to get you not to come. At least it's me here and not you, right?."

Ryan shook his head, "Where are you? Where the hell is Michael?"

"Michael is busy, sorry." The woman chirped, grinning as she watched the two interact through the mobile phone.

"Ricky, wherever you are, we're on our way."

Before Ryan could get anything else out, the woman hung up and threw the phone on the floor before smashing it with her boot.

"Oops."

Whist Ricky stared down at the phone in longing, Ryan glared down at it, silently promising Ricky.

Ryan raised his head, his eyes running over every creatures that stood in front of him, "Michael wanted a war... He's got one."