Heart Of Protectors {#2}

Part 21

[Part 21]

“If your man had a plan,” Yuri spoke so lowly that Renee almost had trouble hearing him through the door, “then he will be here soon.”

“Thank you so much, Yuri.” She whispered, the utmost relief coursing through her. Her tear ducts were almost dry, but for the moment, her heart soared high in the sky with the crushing weight of worry removed. “We owe you and Vladimir our lives.”

“No, we used to owe Jean-Jacques our lives. But no longer.” Yuri corrected lowly.

“Thank you so much for doing this.” Renee pressed a hand on the door, trying to imagine the man on the other side pressing a hand in return. She hoped he could feel her utmost gratitude, for he had come at her lowest, and given her hope in the darkness.

She and Roger-Luc had been waiting in fear and trepidation for so long, so afraid at the silence of downstairs, so afraid of dying and yet so afraid of hearing Jean-Jacques’s arrival. Alvron had not been doing well either; having starting to burn up due to the infections on his wounds, and Louis hadn’t shown an inkling of waking up either. Huddling together in fear hadn’t been an option for Renee and her brother, but there was nothing they could do except wait. All Renee had known was that come sunrise either help came or she and her brother perished.

Roger-Luc had been surprisingly very calm at the new knowledge of vampires and all things vampiric when Renee explained the happenings to him. For a simple undergraduate in Geography, Renee had expected for Roger-Luc to laugh her off, or demand why she was behaving so crazily in a time of crisis. But her baby brother had taken everything in with so much seriousness that Renee almost couldn’t believe the amount of trust her brother put in her to tell him the truth.

Both of them had been convinced that they were on their death rows as the time dragged on, and yet there had been no stirrings from outside or downstairs. They had tried pushing the door open, but it hadn’t budged a single bit. The windows were open, but the vampires had the windows covered with eyes latched on the only exit of the room. They had been distraught, almost ready to throw in the towel.

At least until Vladimir and Yuri teleported in. At first Renee had been so afraid that she tried attacking the two Russian vampires, but somehow they never retaliated. Holding tightly and restraining both her and her brother, they finally explained their motivations.

Both Vladimir and Yuri were the two vampires Renee recognized from the clinic during the last attack. Both of them had been shot by Jean-Jacques by the garlic-bullets, and made to be unconscious. If Jean-Jacques had left them out exposed in the open, they would not have survived. Yet, when they woke up, they found themselves still very much alive and in shade. The act of Jean-Jacques’s kindness had touched them so much that they began to defect; seeing the painful heartlessness of the Russian Coven. The defection process had been long drawn, but eventually both vampires had been so grateful to Jean-Jacques that they began looking for a way to help the North American Coven and their vampire savior out.

Recognizing Renee to be the one that Jean-Jacques saved from the clinic the last time, Yuri decided that giving Jean-Jacques a heads-up call was the way to go, while Vladimir did his best to keep their vampire comrades distracted with chatter. They had promised their best to keep them all safe, but up against Nicolai both of them knew they were no match. Still, Renee’s heart calmed down very much to know that at least she had allies on the other side of the war. She wasn’t helpless, and if things went well, and if Jean-Jacques was given a heads-up on the situation, things wouldn’t turn as bad. She could only pray.

“We are tired of this war; tired of being made and forced to listen to Skalov. We love our motherland, but the Coven is no place for us peace-lovers to be.” Yuri explained. The poor vampire had self-declared a protector of them, and Renee could only include Yuri’s well-being in her prayers, not knowing where Vladimir had disappeared to.