The Vampire Extraordinaire Book 1

35. The Warehouse

I ran up to the bodies on the floor and took a gun. I shoved it in the back of my waistband and ran into the warehouse.

The warehouse was dimly lit by caged lighting above. Stacks of pallets and pallets of boxes were stacked all around. I quickly went down the rows of pallets and looked around a corner. Three vampires were making short work of the King's soldiers, so I remained hidden. I creeped along the row, watching from in between boxes as I tried to find a way to get around and surprise them. The Vampires laughed amongst themselves.

"They send Human soldiers to rescue the Prince?" one laughed.

The thin Vampire brushed his hands through his long, white hair and wiped the blood from his mouth. "They are fools," he shook his head.

"More will come for him," the second one said.

A third one ran up to them, "They have gone."

"We must move," the second one said and the other two nodded. "They know we are here."

They talked in heavily spoken words to each other, that I didn't understand. When they had spoken English, I recognized the accent. They spoke like the horny Vamp that loved on me in the hall at Worthington Manor. They were Russian.

A heavy hand clamped over my mouth and a big arm tightened around my chest. "Do not scream," the voice rolled the "r" and whispered barely in my ear. His hot voice was comforting. "I wheel not hurt you, my Prince. I wheel help you get out of here." He let me move my head, but held my mouth. I looked into his black eyes and blinked. He slowly pulled me back from the other Vamps. One step, one step, one step, until we were yards from the doorway. "Come," he urged, let me go and ran towards the door. Without looking back, I ran after the man.

"There!" one of the Russian Vamps yelled and I heard steps running up behind us.

After I slammed the door, I knocked over barrels and ran towards the car. The Vamp I ran after got into the drivers seat and I fell into the passengers seat.

"Shoot dem!" he yelled and dropped a gun in my lap.

As he reversed sharply, the Vamps stumbled over the barrels and ran towards us. I picked up the gun, leaned out the open window and fired as he dropped the car in drive. The sudden start made me loose balance, but I felt a strong hand grab me by the jacket back. As he made the tires squeal out of the parking lot, he held me in the car and I shot at the Russian Vamps. Knocking one back, then the other. I shot at them wildly, to keep them down.

Once we were safely down the road, he pulled me back into the seat and I bounced down on my butt. "Did you shoots dem?" he asked.

I pointed the gun at him, pushing my back against the door. "Okay. Just who the hell are you?" I spat through my teeth, putting my foot on his arm to hold him back.

"Someone who wheel not die wid doze bullets," he laughed softly. "Dey wheel hurd," he rolled his hand, "but I hef been shot before."

My eyes narrowed, "You're Russian. Why are you helping me?"

He shook his finger at me, "I ham from Transylvania."

I smirked, "Isn't that a little cliche​?"

He shrugged, "It is who I ham. I ham Count Vladescu," he inclined his head.

"I wouldn't think there'd be any of you left," I put my leg down and rested in the seat. I put the gun on my leg and shook my head. I had never shot a gun before.

"Dere are a few," he sighed and snarled, "Vampire Slayers," he spat out the window and swore, "Murdur porc."

I looked at his dark jeans, black shirt and jacket. "You don't dress like a Count," I smiled at him.

He smiled broadly at me and returned his eyes to the road, "You do not dress like da Prince of da Second House." We shared a laugh. He ran his hand through his black hair, "Your Fadder was right about you. You nice boy."

"My Dad sent you?" I blinked, "You seen my Dad? Where is he?"

He nodded, "Da warehouse has a basement. All the prisoners are kept dere."

"You were there?" I gasped and he nodded. "How did you get free?" I put my hand on the dash, to hold on.

"Your Fadder," he said.

"How did you know who I was?" I shrugged. He reached in his pocket and handed me a card. I looked down at my drivers license. "My Dad had my drivers licence?" I laughed, "The pick pocket."

"He gave it to me so I could find you," he whispered and pulled the car over. He pointed out the front window, motioned his hand down and lowered himself in the seat.

I looked over at the warehouse and jerked myself down, below the level of the window. "You brought us back?" I hissed.

"Yes," his 's' hissed and he looked over the steering wheel. He spoke on a low whisper, "When I took your Fadder's blood, I promised him that I would find you and protect you."

"Is he still alive?" I asked on an angry whisper.

He frowned at me, "Of course." He pointed with his nose, "Look."

Vampires drove vans to the front of the building, while others carried out crates. They were small and would never be big enough for my Dad to be lying in. "Where is he?" I whispered.

The Vamps stayed inside for a while, but they returned with a large crate. My spine tingled and I groaned when my stomach tied in a knot. The Count looked at me and looked back at the crate. "Dat is your Fadder?"

"Yes," I panted, holding my stomach.

"Den, who's in the other crate?" he whispered.