Once inside the house, Nadia relaxed a little, pretending to read as she climbed the flight of stairs, she took her time trailing the guards. Once she saw he was taken to the room she found him in a few nights before, she headed straight up the stairs to her room to give the guards time to leave. Pacing back and forth, she wiped angrily at the tears still streaming down her face. The horror she had witnessed earlier, replayed in her head. When she couldn't stand the wait anymore, she headed back down the stairs, still using the book to disguise as she walked down the hallway. Upon getting to the door she stopped, pretending to be caught up in the story she was reading as she listened, wanting to be certain no one was in the room before he reached for the knob and pressed it down, pushing in the door. She walked in, pretending not to be paying much attention in case someone saw her. As soon as she stepped inside, she shut the door and locked it. The room was dimly lit, but this t

Nadia’s eyelids fluttered and her heart tightened. He was studying her guardedly now – the way he did that night in the woods, and she hated it. She lowered her gaze, and straightened her back, withdrawing from him. Angel hated that her body was not resting over his anymore even though he was angry with her all over again. In a bid to make him understand her plight, and not treat her with disdain, she decided to explain herself. "My dad told me I have this little cousin who is terminally ill and my uncle needs the blood of your kind to cure him somehow. That's all I know. I have never seen the boy. " "Okay, let’s say that’s all there is to it. Are you telling me you are okay with it? With me being forced to give blood to your cousin?" He sounded chilly; almost as if he hated her. Nadia felt like crying. "I'm not going to lie to you and insult your intelligence, so I’m just going to come out and tell you the truth. Being born into this family doesn’t mean I agree with their way of

"I wish that you still have the opportunity to experience everything you missed." "We will see…" he replied. Nadia continued to cut his toenails, avoiding asking him uncomfortable questions. The tension in the room was palpable. "Music," she said after a while, raising her voice and the gentle sound of piano notes filled the room. Angel noted that the lights dimmed as well into a candlelight glow. He sighed, feeling a little guilty that he got to share this experience when the others were in that shit hole. Nadia got up and stepped out of the Jacuzzi. Angel watched as she packed his nipped nails to flush off in the water closet toilet. And then she went inside the shower stall. Angel shifted his posture, resting his head over the ceramic frame of the Jacuzzi as he continued to watch her. Nadia lathered her body and used a sponge to scrub her skin. Angel could not take his eyes off her beautiful body. When he was about had it with just admiring her from afar, he rose from the tu

A few minutes after, Nadia left her room to scout the hallways before going back to get Angel. She quickly picked up some leftover food for him including the vodka with the disposable phone and the pen and paper he said he needed. The two skittered down the stairs to the experimentation room, dodging the guards and Angel went inside alone. He hurriedly grabbed the Needle driver, Tissue forceps, Scissors, needle and thread, and put them in the polythene bag that Nadia’s Nana got for her. He then saw about six pairs of cargo pants hung by a side rail and took one pair and wore them Stuffing the items he took inside the pockets, he went back outside to join Nadia. She gave him a warm smile when she saw he had found a pair of new pants. The two found their way down the last flight of stairs and down to the basement. Angel breathed easy when they got inside the secret passage. Sniffing the stuffy air, he muttered, "you are right, nobody has been here for a while, I could only perceive

The sounds of marching feet pricked Angel's ears and his eyelids flipped open. His entire frame tensed as he stood up, directing his gaze first to the human still out cold on his bed. He had patched him up and wrapped a rag around his stitches with Kurt’s help, hoping now that the weakling have the strength to complete his assignment. He strode to the side of the bed and pulled off the blanket covering him from the stomach down to see if there were any signs of bleeding, but there were none. He let out a sigh of relief, cover him, and walked to stand close to the iron bars. Uniform guards in army gear spilt in with Mathew in the lead. He started to point at Weres in their cells and one by one the guards fired a shot at them, causing them to drop to their knees. Studying them quietly he noted there was no show of pain just instant docility.Angel clenched his jaw, understanding they were being drugged to keep them manageable. He cursed mentally, trying to think of a way to get out o