The Vampire Extraordinaire Book 1

33. The Call

"He's here! He's here and you won't let me go get him!" I said angrily as I paced the big living room of Worthington Manor.

"It's just to dangerous," Anna shook her head.

"He needs help," I paced and ran my hands through my hair.

A uniformed man stepped into the room and bowed slightly, "My men are ready."

"I'm going with you," I said and took a couple of steps. A firm hand caught my arm and pulled me back. "Let go!" I snapped and pulled my arm free.

"Stop!" Allan yelled and caught me by the arms, he gave me one, firm shake. "Just stop," he urged and his blue eyes sparkled, "You can't go running off. They want you too. Whatever blood you and Michael have in your system they want." He let me go and sighed heavily, "And they'll kill to get it."

"They. Who's they?" Shawn asked.

Allan looked at him and shook his head, "They never said who they were."

"Did you ask?" Shawn put his hands on his hips.

Allan's eyes grew darker, "I was a little busy trying to stay alive at the time. When three guys are cutting you to pieces, questions aren't high on the priority list!"

"Shawn!" Anna urged.

"I'm sorry," he held up his hand, "I'm just worried about Michael."

"He's our brother," Anna patted Shawn's arm, "We're all a little scared."

"You didn't hear anything from your captors that could help us?" King Byron asked softly, walking over to us.

Allan shook his head and sighed, "No." His shoulders slumped and he sat on the arm of a chair as if someone had hit him.

"Allan," Nigel touched his shoulder.

Allan's eyes filled with tears, "They were on me before I could even get out of the coffin. They threw me into a tree. I couldn't breath. They kicked me." His tears danced, threatening to spill. He shook his head and they fell as he whispered, "I couldn't fight them all." He looked up at me, "There was so many of them."

"It's alright, Allan. You're safe now," Nigel squeezed his shoulder.

"They blindfolded us and drove for hours. They shoved us out of the van and into this..." he shook his head, "...vacant building. They tied me to a post and..." he took a shakey breath, "...they started cutting." Allan closed his eyes and his tears fell free, "I thought they were going to kill me. They kept asking me where Marcus was."

Anna went to his side and hugged his head into her chest. He threw his arms around her hips and held on tight. "But you didn't tell them," she finished for him and he nodded his head into her chest. "Father, he's had enough," she looked up at Nigel, "He's told us all he knows. He doesn't know anything."

"He knew something," Shawn held out his hand, "He was taken to a warehouse." He went to King Byron's desk, "Where is the map?"

"Here, my boy," King Byron went to his desk and helped Shawn find what he needed.

I touched the back of Allan's head and went to the desk. "Are there warehouses near here?" I asked them.

The King's soldier pointed at the map," Here!"

"Near the riverfront," Shawn pointed and looked up at me.

"That's ten miles from here!" Nigel gasped.

Shawn leaned on his fists and smiled at me, "Do you think, if we get you close enough, you could point out the right one?"

"Like some blood hound?" I asked angrily.

"Well," he laughed and shrugged, "Yeah."

I studied his face for mockery, but only found truth. I had thought Shawn hated me; but here he was helping me. I smiled, "Yeah. I could do that."

"Now wait a minute you two," Nigel held his hands out to stop us.

Shawn straightened, "It's the only way."

"But," he started.

"I'm sure there is more than one warehouse down there," I said.

The soldier nodded, "Dozens," he agreed and looked at Nigel.

Nigel looked at each of us and stammered, "Well, I....I'm not sure if....Why are you looking at me?"

"Anna?" I turned to her.

She stood between Allan's legs and held him close, her head laid on top of his. He held her tightly, his breathes coming in spasms. "Marcus," she raised her head, "look what they've done to Allan. How can I let you go?"

I took a step towards her, "You have to!" I pleaded.

"No!" she urged and pulled Allan's arms from her waist. She folded his hands in his lap and made him sit in the chair. "It's alright," she whispered into his hair and kissed the top of his head.

"Vampires have always been a dominate species," Nigel told me when I looked at him, "Allan has been through a lot in the hands of his captures. Vampires usually don't face their own death."

"He was fine while we were in America," I shrugged and looked back at him. He laid in the chair and cried to himself.

"That was denial," Nigel sighed, "He has returned to where it happened."

"Mayhap he should have stayed behind," King Byron offered.

"He wanted to come," I shook my head.

"He volunteered to get into a coffin and that didn't alert you?" Shawn laughed. My eyes cut to him hatefully and he threw his hands up.

"Alright," Nigel said firmly and I told myself to calm down.

Anna stood next to me, "Do you still hear him?"

I closed my eyes and sighed, "No."

She put her arms around my waist and hugged me.