Van must have been very confident in the abilities of the individuals she placed on this team as their task would not be easy. As Ward had explained it, Dracula had a lair beneath the castle where he held three temptress Vampires. They were extremely dangerous assassins who had the ability to manipulate their opponents, particularly those of the male variety. Van offered no explanation for why she had chosen this particular group, but Ward assured them it was purposeful. Perhaps she knew they were the least likely to be distracted by the sirens’ beauty.
Ascending the mountain took time, but it was not difficult for any of them. There was an advanced team that would go in first and clear the entrance ways. Van and her core team of six would then go in and concentrate on finding and destroying Dracula while five sub-teams, including Wards, would carry out their assignments. The rest of the team members held various positions from right outside the castle gates to a perime
Entering the castle itself was no problem. Once inside, sounds of battles raging on in various locations could be heard. All of the special mission teams came in at the same time, and without taking time to look around the opulently decorated, though recently ransacked, interior, the leaders split off in the various directions they’d been instructed to follow.Ward led them down a hallway that led to a steep stairway that went both up and down. They chose to follow it down, further into the depths of the castle. It was made of marble and the floor was slick, but all of their team members were sure-footed.It was also dark, though none of them needed torches. Their highly attuned vision was able to cut through the darkness.Once they reached the next floor, Ward looked around and then, nodding, he took them down another corridor. Here, they found a thick oak door, which Ward asked Morris to knock down, and he did so easily. This led to yet another flight of
Catherine brought her elbow down hard right into the Vampire’s face, which angered her immensely, and she began to try and buck Aaron off. “Well, that didn’t work,” the Hunter muttered.“You think?” he agreed.Catherine looked around the room, as if she wasn’t sure what she could use to decapitate the monster. “Pull it off, Catherine,” he shouted, beginning to lose patience.“With what?”Aaron hadn’t realized this technique wasn’t part of every Hunter’s repertoire. “With your hands!”Her eyes widened, and it was quite clear she’d never done something like that before. She didn’t hesitate though. She dropped back down to her knees, and placing once on each side of the struggling Vampire’s head, she slid her hands around the top of her head and the bottom of her jaw and began to pull. Nothing happened.“Sides of her head,&rdq
Someone was calling his name. She was distant, and while he was almost certain it wasn’t Aislyn’s voice, he thought for a moment, what if it was? What if he was dead, and Aislyn had come to greet him on the other side? Wouldn’t that be lovely?His eyes felt heavy, but his head no longer ached. He was quite certain it had before, though he didn’t know when, and he didn’t know why. He managed a blink, and then with some effort, he willed his eyes to come open. The room seemed bright, sideways, and was spinning. He decided to close his eyes again.“Aaron?” another voice called. “Open your eyes.”He knew he recognized that voice, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Jamie’s familiar face, though he wasn’t sure why he had two of them. He shook his head in an attempt to focus, but that sent a radiating pain through his skull.“Stay still,” the woman’s voice said quietly, an
The Atlantic Ocean, 1912“Do you think I should wear the blue tie or the red one?” Christian asked, holding each choice up to his neck in front of the full-length mirror.“Hell, I don’t know. Wear them both,” Aaron replied.“Someone’s a bit touchy tonight,” Christian said, turning to look at him.“Someone takes forever to get dressed and then still can’t decide what he’s wearing.” Aaron dropped into a chair across the room, hopeful that Christian would get himself together before dinner. He knew he should’ve come at least fifteen minutes after Christian suggested so that he would actually be ready to go.“Maybe the gray one,” Christian mumbled. “Where is the gray one?” He disappeared, and Aaron eyed the bottle of Scotch sitting on the counter, figuring he probably had time for at least one drink before his partner was ready to go.A
Dinner was full of questions posed to them in English which they pretended not to understand and conversation in French about whatever they wished since no one else at their table knew what they were saying. At least one of them had their eyes on the Vampire at all times. Before they had even finished, Dr. Williams excused himself from his seat across the room and began to walk toward the door.This was not part of the plan, and as they exchanged nervous glances, Catherine came up with a solution. Clenching her stomach, she said in French, “I’m really not feeling well, darling. Might you escort me back to the room?”“Yes, of course,” Aaron replied, helping her up from her seat and explaining to the others, also in French, that his wife was not well.“What do I do?” Christian asked.“Finish dinner; go make a search,” Aaron said, a fake smile plastered on his face so no one might guess that he was giving
When Aaron reached Williams’s room, he found the door to be locked. That had never been a problem for him. In fact, he was able to pick almost any lock in a matter of seconds using a small piece of metal he often carried somewhere on his person for just such occasions. The door opened easily, but the room was empty. With a sigh, he headed back to the main deck, thinking if he walked like a human, by the time he arrived, it would be time to meet Catherine.It wasn’t until he was back outside that he realized what that shudder had been on the stairs. He could see tiny pieces of ice on the deck below, children kicking it around having fun with it. A few passengers stood about, most of them in their pajamas, but no one really seemed to be too worried. And why should they be? They’d been told time and again nothing could sink this ship.He saw Catherine walking toward him from the other side of the ship. Now, she wore a pink day gown. “Why do you kee
Below, people were having trouble reading directions and finding the correct stairways to reach the launching rescue boats. It appeared as if many of the boats were sent out into the Atlantic only partially filled, yet another fact that made absolutely no sense to him. The boat had more than enough people to fill each of them to capacity, yet the lifeboats were far from full.A flare was fired into the night sky, leaving some gasping, others cheering, more still running for their lives. It was then that Aaron spied a familiar head of gray hair huddled in a crowd toward the starboard side of the ship where the next set of lifeboats would launch.Certain it was Williams, he handed off the lifebelt to another passenger and slid his way through the crowd, a feat in itself considering how tightly packed the people waiting to get on the boat were. “Going somewhere, doctor?” he asked, placing his hand on the Vampire’s shoulder and pressing the stake against
Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, America, 1941When Jordan Findley gave you a special assignment, you took it, even if it meant leaving the continent where you’d lived for over a hundred years and the area you’d led for almost half that time.Meeting with Jordan and his wife Janette in their office in Kansas City, Missouri, in the early fall of 1941 had been quite the experience for Aaron. After Titanic, he’d been appointed to the United Kingdom Area Leader, a new position, and he was tasked with overseeing all of the lands encompassed by the boundaries of that nation. Even though it had taken him away from the core members he’d worked so closely with, he enjoyed the job. Now that he and Christian had come up with a device that allowed team members to talk to each other at almost any time, running such a large area was much easier.Likewise, Christian and Jamie had worked to develop two guns that shot special bullets made of