Reveille (The Hybrid Disasters, Book One)

Chapter 4: Hostage

Beep.

"How is she doing?"

Beep.

"I'm not sure. The bite was infected, but she's stable now. I don't know why she isn't waking up."

Beep.

"Figure it out. I need to question her, and I can't do that if she's unconscious."

Beep.

I cracked open my eyes. There were two blurry figures on either side of me, but I couldn't tell who they were or where I was. Why was I lying down? What was the last thing I remembered?

Beep.

Club Dread.

Beep. Beep.

Black Eyes.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Blood.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

I gasped and jerked upright. Two hands shot out and pushed me back down. The beeping quickened to a point that I screamed for it to stop. Someone reached out and yanked a cord from my hand, and the beeping ceased.

"Thank you," I croaked. My eyes came into focus, and I saw a pair of beautiful, grey, stormy eyes staring back into my mossy ones.

A woman's voice broke out, and I begrudgingly pulled my gaze away from the gorgeous man that stood before me. Standing well over six feet with flawless olive skin, a wide chest fitted in a black leather jacket, long, dark hair that rested in slight curls atop his shoulders, perfect, full lips placed in precise symmetry for his oval face, and the most alluring pair of eyes I'd ever seen, he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.

"Would you like some water?"

"Yes, please," I answered. My throat was dry, so the water was welcomed. As I drank, I took in my surroundings. I was lying on a bed in some rundown room. I could tell I was still in the burlesque costume from last night. Was it even last night that we went to Club Dread? How long had I been unconscious? I wasn't sure, but thankfully there was a blanket covering me. The woman who offered me water looked much older than the man. Her pleasant face and kind eyes comforted me, but after last night's experience, I wasn't sure if I could trust anyone ever again.

"What am I doing here?" I asked as I handed the empty glass back to her.

"You were attacked," she said. "Do you remember?"

My mind flashed back to everything that had happened last night, and I instantly paled. Could it have just been a dream? A really, really bad dream? "Yes, I remember."

"That's good," the gorgeous man said. My attention snapped back to him, and despite all that had happened, I felt like drooling. I had thought Donny was hot, but this guy made my boyfriend look average. Oh, shit. Donny... my friends...