to the Master’s room. He
locked me in and stayed outside my door. Thank goodness he didn’t come into
the room with me.
I took this time to try out my psychic eavesdropping
skills. I was trying to reach out to First and see if I could hear him. He must
have been too far away as I couldn’t make contact. I started to wonder if I had
to make eye contact or be in their presence in order to hear their thoughts.
Next I tried the Master. He must have been closer as I
could just barely hear his thoughts. ‘Sarsen, go speak with the dressmaker
across the street from Joe’s and see if the Sennafae are still in the area. And
bring me back a snack, that girl is making me hungry.’
It seemed that I had to be within a certain range to
hear their thoughts. That was good to know.
The master must have walked away as I couldn’t “hear”
him anymore. So I tried to listen to the ripper outside my door, Marshall.
Marshall was one depraved ripper. He was standing there
thinking about the last girl he drank. He kept remembering how sweet her blood
was. He thought that the sweetest tasting blood came from girls under sixteen.
I decided he needed to die, and soon.
I stopped listening to Marshall and tried to find more
rippers. I needed to see how many I could identify and determine if I could try
to break out of that place or not.
I could sense about a dozen rippers all thinking about
blood. One was complaining to himself how they never got enough to eat. All of
the humans they captured had to be turned and they couldn’t drink all of their
blood during the transformation process. Only the most senior rippers could drink
from the good specimens. The guy I was listening to was only allowed to drink
from the elderly or crippled. He didn’t like the taste of their blood.
He started thinking about drinking my blood. He realized
a lot of the team was out in the sewers looking for the Sennafae. He thought he
had a chance to come and take me. He even figured he could get Marshall on
board if he offered to share me and no one would even know. Oh how gross
that thing is! These… things…or vampires, rippers or whatever… need to die! All
of them!
Chapter Four
I heard another ripper coming towards Marshall so I
looked around the room for a weapon I could use against them. My hope was that
the door would get opened and I could kill them both and run away. I found a
silver letter opener and put it in my belt. Then I saw two curved swords
attached to a plaque on the wall.
I grabbed the plaque off the wall and quietly tried to
take the two swords out of the scabbards. It was difficult as they were
attached pretty well. It looked more like a trophy then swords. I just hoped
they worked.
I could hear the other guy getting closer and decided
that I had to get at least one of the swords out of the scabbard. It was louder
than I wanted, but just as Marshall unlocked the door, the other guy walked up.
“Hey Marshall, did the Master let you taste that sweet
young thing in there yet? I heard she was sweeter than a baby.”
“Hey Mick, no we’re not allowed to even sample her. She
belongs to the Master. If you try anything I have orders to kill you.”
“Marshall, all we have to do is bite her in the leg, we
can each have one leg and take a quick bite. No one will even know. The bite
won’t even be seen as long as she keeps her pants on. I bet she will even enjoy
it, come on. Let’s go have a quick taste!” Mick was licking his lips while
Marshall was seriously considering it.
I heard him thinking he’s right, if we tie her up and
take her pants down and bite her leg, not even the master will know. He only
bites the neck so he will never see the marks.
I had both swords in my hands and opened the door so quickly
they didn’t even realize what I had done until Marshall’s head was lying at the
feet of Mick. I ran towards Mick as he started to run away.
Marshall had been armed, but Mick was not. As he ran he
turned back and