Elijah Mikaelson & The Dragon's Quest

Chapter 31

Angelica struggled to open her eyes, but it was difficult. She knew that she had been given a powerful sedative and while her brain told her to open her eyes, the eyes themselves would not cooperate. She was paralyzed, unable to move her arms or her legs, unable to generate dragon fire. But she could listen. From the footsteps and movement in the room, she counted at least five people. Her sense of smell detected various herbs being burned as if a spell was being prepared. The room was very cold and smelled antiseptic. She could feel the restraints that had her arms and her legs strapped down firmly to a table, but she was not laying on a hard surface. "No, not a table, perhaps a hospital bed?" she thought. The restraints felt like the thick leather restraints that one might find in a hospital psychiatric ward or even a prison hospital.

Her senses colluded to create a living map of the room in her mind. She detected double doors that were on hinges that you merely pushed through from either side. "Like a surgical suite," she thought. She isolated the footsteps and assigned them numbers, tracking them on her mind map as they moved about the room.

She tensed when she heard a moan from next to her and then recognized the voice, it was Freya. "She's waking up," spoke No. 3, as she leaned over Freya, "Inform the Prophet, immediately." No. 5 scurried out of the room and Angelica heard a second set of double doors closing moments later. There was an outer room and before it closed she heard voices in the hallway, a faint announcement over a public-address system, the clinking of trays, and various other sounds that confirmed they were in a working hospital.

Freya's voice became muffled as No. 3 gagged the Original witch to prevent her from incanting. She then heard No. 3 checking Freya's restraints as the sounds of metal buckles being tightened echoed in the antiseptic room. A hypodermic needle was prepared and Freya winced as No. 3 injected her with another dose of sedative.

But it was No. 4 who turned his attention to Angelica. "I know you're awake, vampire," he said, touching her forehead in a way that made Angelica's skin crawl. "We dosed your sedative with vervain to ensure you stayed down long enough but it will soon wear off. The Prophet is curious about you, my dear, very curious indeed." No. 4 put a gag over Angelica's mouth then laid two silver chains over her body that were secured underneath the hospital gurney. The silver sizzled against her skin but she uttered no sound. "You have quite the tolerance for pain. Take this one down to the Morgue, quickly," he said, "The Prophet will need more time and greater privacy with her than with this witch."

No. 4 dosed Angelica with more vervain-laced sedative then a sheet was placed over her as one does with the dead. No. 1 released the brakes on the gurney as No. 1 and No. 2 rolled her through both sets of double doors and then down a long hallway. They stopped as she heard the elevator ping and the doors open. No. 1 and No. 2 rolled her inside, a button was pressed, and then Angelica felt the descent of the elevator to the basement level. The temperature dropped even further and the after going through another set of doors, the gurney stopped. They were in the Morgue. Angelica could resist the sedative no longer and her senses went dead.