Fangs of Lust (Completed)

Chapter XXVI

The night had brought dark clouds and heavy rain along with it, leaving the air cold and chilly. It was Dominic who noticed first the person nearing the hotel, drenched and beaten up.

"Kat?!"

He dropped whatever he was doing before he ran to the outer door to meet Kat, whose hunched figure leaned onto the door frame to keep standing. Camille joined soon after and Jean stood up from her place.

Kat groaned before stepping inside from the door and Dominic saw her to a nearby couch in the lobby. Jean took fast steps towards her, her brows creasing at her badly beaten up figure.

"What happened?"

Kat took in a pained breath and coughed, clearing her throat.

"They took Emma," she shook her head, "I couldn't stop them."

Both Dominic and Camille tensed up in their place, it was as if all the focus had turned on Jean at that second. She looked so alone with the distance others had put around, but whatever she was feeling her face didn't show it.

"Let's continue this talk upstairs."

She went and picked Kat up in her arms, who groaned in pain. Once they left the elevator and reached her room Jean softly put her on the bed and held her wrist out. Kat looked doubtful before she bit down and her face grimaced in pain, she let out a gasp as the blood hit her veins. It was always painful to drink from Jean.

"Who took her?"

Jean asked. Kat took in another breath, trying to speak through her injured lungs.

"A necromancer and her thrall. Jacob has them working for him."

"Oh fuck..."

Dominic cursed before taking a step back, Camille looked troubled.

"Where did he even find them? Necromancers are almost a myth at this point."

"I know them." Kat paused for a second, unsure of how to word it. "The necromancer's name is Jeselyn, she-" another cough found it's way up her lungs and Dominic leaned down to hold her.

"Your condition is bad, what did she do?"

Kat stood hunched for minute. She pulled at her shirt before taking it off and over her head, then leaned at her side. The amount of the damage was clearer with the visuals of it. Dark purple and red bruises covered Kat's stomach, travelling up to her chest and neck. Whatever the damage was it was done internally.

"Crushed my insides, she would have killed me if not for Emma."

"What did Emma do?"

Jean asked with a cautious tone. Kat inspected her face for a second before letting out a sigh.

"She shot Jeselyn to break her spell on me, then threatened her to let me go."

The room fell silent for a minute.

"Is this the same Emma we are talking about?"

Dominic broke the silence with surprise in his voice. Jean looked down with a troubled expression.

"I have to get her back."

Camille interrupted, keeping a calm voice.

"Jean, that's exactly what he wants."

"No," Jean stopped her sentence, her eyes oddly stern, "He won't be as naive to just use her as bait. Whatever he wants I can't just let him have it."