The Contamination

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (Unedited) 

Zaria

          The smell reminded me of hospitals. The scent of disinfectant assailed my nostrils so strongly that if I had only the average human's sense of smell I wouldn't have been able to detect the scent of death it masked.

                Since I was not sure if I was being watched I remained still, face down, on the cold metallic flat surface they had placed me, the only movements were the steady rise and fall of my thankfully still clothed chest. I resisted the urge to check if my knife was still hidden within my right boot, but instead tensed my calf muscles to see if there was any resistance, being my boots and pocket knife. I nearly sighed when I discovered that it was still there, even though my feet were tied. A knife wasn't exactly my choice of weapon, I'd have preferred my mini Uzi, but I'd simply have to make do.

                Next I tested my arms and found that they too were tightly bound, but instead of being bound  to something that was immobile like my feet, they were tied together. So whoever had kidnapped me, knew nothing of my strength.

                I then reached out with my metaphysical powers and felt three other bodies in close proximity. One was human and reeked with hatred, while the other two seemed to exude rage, jealously and a certain amount of confusion.  I inhaled and discovered the same unusual scent I had noticed before I was knocked out, the one that was neither vampire nor human. It reminded me of an animal, but I could not say which one.

                Injuries didn't take long to heal  for vampires, unless they were created with silver. But garlic, sun, and whatever else they put in the movies, did nada! Well unless you rubbed garlic into our eyes, but come on, that would hurt humans too!

                Finally finished with assessing the situation with my other senses, while trying to remain calm, I opened my eyes and saw I was in a what looked to be a factory, abandoned because people stopped eating food years ago. I was laying on top of what once was a conveyor belt, but seemed to have been stripped of the belt aspect of it. Turning my head slightly I  immediately saw the human that I had sensed. He was very tall and damn muscular, I'd put him at six feet- eight, maybe a little more, and could only peg him as the muscle man.

                I had to fight the urge to laugh when he said "You have finally risen." While cracking his huge knuckles.

                Nothing about the words or his actions were funny but Muscles had a voice that was so high Mariah Carey herself would envy him.

                I moved my head to face him and said, "And it looks like your voice has too, huh big guy." 

                He released his hand and the fury seemed to radiate off of him in gigantic waves, he clenched his fist and looked like he was about to show just how much of his muscle he could pack into one punch, when he stopped in mid-motion.

                Looks like someone told Muscle that he can't touch me.

                "You're already in trouble, you wanna be in pain too?" He threaten instead, cracking his knuckles and like he'd really enjoy having me as his punching bag.

                "And just who's gonna do that?" I looked up at him defiantly. "'Cause you, it sure as hell ain't gonna be you."

                "Not right now, but I don't ever forget a face, especially one as pretty as yours" He said with a wink, and finally looked into my eyes, our gazes locked and he was all mine.One of the beautiful perks of being me, is compulsion, I can make anyone my bitch.

               "How many guns do you have Mariah?" I asked him.

                "Three on me, but there are more in the back room," he motioned towards a door that was labelled 'Bottling' with a tattered piece of plastic.

                "Untie my legs, then arms and give me the FN P90 you've got on your shoulder holster , and my bag." Muscles A.K.A Mariah had already severed the rope at my ankles, and had begun cutting the ones around my wrist. "Are there any cameras?"

                "No, my Cynosure, there are none, would you like any more guns, ones in the back room?"

                I had no idea what a 'Cynosure' was and sure as hell didn't want to be call one. "Zaria, my names Zar-ee-ah." Every time I compelled someone, they gave my these weird nicknames, some call me Tsarina, Master, Majesty or something like it depending on their background, but it all came back to mean Queen. And neither of my parents were royalty and I, of all people, am nothing close.

                "Anything you wish my Cyn- ...Zaria"

                "Just give me the rest of the guns you've got and escort me to the door. And how long have I been here?"

                "You have been here for almost ten hours." He said giving a bow and extending his arm.

                I rolled my eyes, and ignoring his hand began walking. He caught up and we walked towards the exit, and handed my the odd looking submachine gun. I smelt the two other bodies but only faintly as if they were not close.

                "You have a car Mariah?" I asked.

                "Here are the keys, it's the silver Benz right there." He pointed towards what looked like a brand new car.

                "Thanks a bunch, when I get in that car and am far away you will forget everything after you stopped being angry." I opened the door to the night sky and keeping my back towards the wall, ran to the vehicle.

                Suddenly the parking lot was flooded with lights, more doors opened and Enforcers spilled out of them. There were at least twenty and each one had a gun pointed at me. Beginning to panick, I picked up my pace and ran faster than the speed of light. One moment I was there, the next safely inside the car and bulldozing over Enforcers bodies. Luckily for me, Mariah's car was bullet proof.

                After a few minutes I had left all of the Enforcers behind and was back en route to deliver what was in my bag.

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