Immortals

Send The Calvary

Dan

"Any suggestions?" I ask. "I have a plan," Issac answers me, "I've been a vampire for a long time, nearly two centuries. Over the years, my sense of smell has developed. I can smell my fledglings especially well." Finally, I start to feel more hopeful. "Let's go find Lola, then," I say, starting out the door with Isaac.

Lola

Darkness. I can't see anything. I feel empty, or all I can feel is emptiness, despair, and pain. I can't believe I'll never be happy again. Where is Dan? He should be here by now. I'm beginning to wonder if anyone will ever save me, or if I'm doomed to certain death. I know I can't let that happen. I can't think such pessimistic things. I've got a baby to take care of.

Please, God, let Dan come and save me. Save the baby. I don't care if I make it out of this, as long as the baby will survive.

Dan

I follow Isaac, putting all of my trust in him. I know he'll find Lola. He has to. We have to be in time. "This way," Isaac barks out quickly. I follow him without thinking about it. In all honesty, I'd follow him anywhere.

*

After an hour of Isaac sniffing around, following a trail like a hound dog, both of us praying to catch scent of Lola, things begin to look up. "I can smell her now," Isaac tells me. I smile, my lips parting as I taste the air. I can't smell her, but I've not been a vampire for as long as Isaac. "Let's go find her, then," I say.

In a few moments, though, I can smell her too. The scent is strong and fresh. "She's in there," Isaac tells me, pointing at a decrepit, abandoned building. "You're sure?" I question. Isaac answers with a simple nod, and silently, I pick the lock and the door swings open.

I nearly gasp in horror at what I see, even as my brain struggles to take it on. In front of us, on a surgical table, is Lola. She's tied down, and some man is beside her, his back to us. "Werewolf," Isaac whispers. I can smell it now. He smells horrible, like wet dog. Lola's part werewolf, too, but she smells nice.

Then my brain processes what the man is doing to Lola. He's using a small dagger to repeatedly cut Lola's skin. Vampires may heal fast, but she's part werewolf, and we all feel the pain of the wounds we gain.

The pain must be too much for her, as she screams in agony. I want to run to her and help her, but common sense holds me back for a moment. She's murmuring something as her scream fades away. "Dan, help us. Dan, save us, please," she cries.

I can't help myself. "Lola," I say, before Isaac can stop me.