Crimson † Chess (Vlad Dracula)

Flight ( 2)

Gabriel was dropped off by car to her hotel. She went up the side stairs and entered her room. The college girl grabbed only what was necessary and fled. She took several cabs until she was able to travel under the British channel and enter France around four a.m.

Gabriel went to a French bank that contained family assets and asked to see a bank box. It was a favor the girl was collecting on. She had proper identification with a key to see and remove contents. It was a female relative's passport and currency from several countries.

The girl only remained in France long enough to get traveling food, buy a tall walking stick for hiking the country and a ticket for a train to Amsterdam. There was a stop long enough for the college girl to dye her hair Mahoney red and wear makeup with black clothes. Gabriel spoke several languages fluently so she could pass enough to be European.

The sun was rising as her heavy lidded eyes stared out on the French countryside. A few tears slid down her cheeks. Her friends were dead. As if her fiendish enemy heard her thoughts, her phone notified, she had a text. The number was from Sheri, her childhood friend.

Gabriel ignored it, as Kazıklı bey was taunting her and she figured had sent a graphic photo of her dead friends to frightened her. No she would wait and use the image to fill her, not with fear, but righteous controlled rage to 'smit' a goddamn monster.

-Meanwhile in England-

In the wet early morning air, the Elder Vampire rose from his chambers at a secluded Manor with a tower keep being slowly repaired. Vali Draganu as he called himself nowadays, couldn't shake his love of stone work buildings. He found it calming to stand high above the world from a stone tower and watch the passing of time. He reached in his pocket and found the phone from the redhead Sheri. He took a photo of the vivid sunrise and sent it. Then one of all her friends in an orgy scene and the final of them being all dead. He had enjoyed posing his broken American toys for her, of her friends. The twins had been his favorite, twins and their special link to each other.

Vali stretched his slender limbs like a cat and wondered where his little rabbit went to hide. The Vampire headed to London to find answers in the hotel room the girls shared. It would be only a short matter of time then the real game would start.

It was simple, he would be the human definition of a vampire and she would tell him what vampires were really like. If she resisted his romantic advances she was free but if she fell in love with him, he would drain her dry as he fucked her. Both his appetites fed and she would be so overwhelmed by orgasm she would slip away not knowing she was dying. A true, real le petit Mort.

Though he would come to find out Belle Morte may disagree on that.

Kazikli Voyvode entered London and smiled. He thought he recognized the hotel the girls stayed at. Vali strolled in and greeted Albert at the front desk. He had known the man quite awhile.

"Albert, I'm here to meet a young American girl, Gabriel Steiger and show her London after a hearty English breakfast of course. What room is she staying in?"

Albert smiled stiffly and said,"That would be suite 312 and 313 as they are adjoining suites of course sir. Have a splendid day."

Albert sighed, more missing tourists.

Surely Vali Draganu didn't kill all five American college girls?

He was asking about Gabriel so he let her go for a moment?

Albert had talked to the staff before his shift and none reported seeing the girls come back. He dreaded the call he would have to make in a few hours to the police of the missing girls. It was a shame he liked the girl named Gabriel.

The Elder Vampire knocked to hear for sounds of the girl panicking but there wasn't anyone in the room as he couldn't detect a heartbeat. With a low growl, his form became shadow and he entered the room. His eyes scanned for clues and he smelled for Gabriel's scent. It was gone.

How could that be?

All of her belongings were gone so only a faint scent contaminated with the other girls remained. He had gorged on her friends so the few drops of hers was also contaminated. He didn't sense her which meant gone from England most likely.

The Vampire snarled like an angry wolf and began thoroughly searching for some clue to where she would flee. Gabriel made sure there were none she could think of in her rush. When none could be found by the Vampire, he left and headed back down stairs.

"Where is the girl, Albert?"

"I have not seen her. I asked and none have seen her since they left for the club," Albert replied.

"Don't lie, her belongings are gone..."

"Then she came in the side stairs as she never came in the front. You would know if I am lying," Albert looked him in the eye.

"I do and since she got in and out, you will supply me with emergency contact information to her. If I can't find her, I need to contact her family," Vali barked.

"Some foul mouth American girl gave you the slip Vampire King?"

"Keep your voice down or I'll help by ripping your throat out old man," the vampire snarled.

Vali aka Vlad's mood had soured. This was not what he had planned at all. He set the rules and he made things happen not some little upstart American girl whose accent gave him a hard on, just thinking back on how she said 'fuck'. He started to smirk, he would get that dirty little mouth saying all kinds of dirty sexual innuendos, along with screaming his name repeatedly to not stop what he was doing to her.

No, maybe this was the foreplay to the game of sex and death. Little rabbit fled quickly and to a far away hole?

Maybe she made it to France? Oh yes!

To hunt in the French countryside and all the nice old Chateau and Manors that would open their doors to host he, Shadow King of the Vampires.

"Dear Albert here's my number. If the little American cottontail bunny happens to return let me know won't you? Such a cute great grandbaby girl you have. Bridget is what, two now? They grow so fast and get into so much trouble at that age..." Vali flashed his upper fangs and sneered. "Call if she doesn't show so I know you are doing your job for me."

"Of course sir.'

When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you."Friedrich Nietzsche~Gideon (Criminal Minds)