"Shit" Mrs. McQueen and Samuel see the jeep ram into the Porsche and tumble it, crashing it to the side of the road.
All of the anger in Mrs. McQueen tells her to ram her car into the jeep and Samuel sees this as he takes a look at her.
"Divert into a corner so we aren't seen" Samuel says, "It would be smart to follow after".
She slows down the car and diverts to the left junction obediently like she is being controlled.
That was close. If I didn't do this she would have gotten us in trouble.
Samuel directs her to another street and somehow finds a way to have her park a few blocks away where the accident is still visible to him.
Three more Jeeps join the scene and Samuel sees men in black suits raise badges and disrupt the few vehicles on the road.
They create a perimeter around the cars involved and pull out Rachael.
She is unconscious.
Samuel wants to get closer, he wants to rip the throats of these weaklings that have done this but he swallows his anger and waits patiently.
Observing and hoping they will lead him to their boss, his father and his sworn enemy.
Gabriel seems awake but he is tased several times until he passes out.
That must hurt.
They drag their bodies and throw them into a black bus that just arrive, as if on cue.
Time to follow up.
He turns to walk back to Mrs. McQueen but finds the lean woman pointing a shotgun at him, "How did you sneak up on me?" "I've been a hunter for years, third generation.
Now tell me why the fuck did you invade my body?" Mrs. McQueen asks furiously as she raises the shotgun a little higher towards Samuel's chest.
He looks unfazed by the gun in front of him, "That sounds inappropriate. You were going to do something stupid".
"My daughter just got attacked and could be dead" "She isn't. I could still hear her heartbeat.
Look, instead of standing here and wasting time I suggest we follow them.
Don't you want to at least try and kill the man who did this?
The same man who killed your husband", Samuel speak words to convince Mrs. McQueen and he knows the right buttons to press.
She lowers her gun and nods her head in agreement.
"But if you ever do that again, I will fucking blow your head off" she says.
Humans and their threats.
If I threaten this little broomstick she would probably drop dead with fear.
"I will be driving if you don't mind Mrs. McQueen," sticking to honorifics like titles.
He walks past her but when she turns to follow Samuel isn't there.
"What the fuck?", she sighs.
In a minute Samuel arrives with her red impala, "Get in, we don't want to lose them" he says.
He pulls out his phone and dials a number he usually wouldn't.
He expresses disgust with a scoff as he hears John's voice, he would have wanted someone else for this but he trust no one quite like himself.
But this little pawn of Gabriel's has proven reliable before, he tells himself as he give instructions to John and cuts the call.
John will come and get the map and go after Nightmare while we will draw this matter out as a distraction.
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Rachael's consciousness comes to her along with a raging headache which makes her release a loud groan.
She raises her head as she sees a black ceiling above and looks up at the wall, it's black, all the corners of the room is covered in black creating some kind of unity between everything in it.
She tries to stand on her feet but is a little wobbly at first.
How did she get here? She wonders.
An expression of shock dawn on her face as she remembers the accidents.
Past and present.
She knows her father is dead for sure but she wasn't sure about Gabriel.
What about her mother and Samuel, who were behind them?
Her thoughts are interrupted by the door as it creaks open and a 6foot lady walks in.
Her straight long red hair glittering in the dim lighted room.
She wears a long black leather coat.
"Walk with me human, the boss wants to have a look at you" the woman says.
This is definitely a vampire, Rachael's gut tells her.
That condescending tone towards humans is something she picked on after her interaction with Elma.
Vampires must think so highly of themselves.
"Come," the redhead directs and Rachael follows.
They walk into a hallway with light grey marble floor and black walls.
The only lights are at the points where an artwork is placed to illuminate it's beauty.
Who is her boss?
Is he a vampire as well?
Rachael wonders as she follow the tall lady in front of her like a fly.
They enter a large room, there is a charming scent about the room.
The walls are covered with maroon red colors and golden colored curtains.
There is a chair at the back and a man sitting on it like a king on his throne.
Is this the tall woman's boss?
He wears a three-piece slim-fit blue Hugo suit and a shoe that just screams Italian leather.
It reminds her of Samuel.
His face is hidden behind the shadows of the room.
"I hope Alex didn't bore you with old lady tales," he speaks to Rachael and his voice carries a strong power with it.
Alex must be the tall lady.
"Not at all" Rachael says in a low voice it's almost a whisper but not a problem for the man before her.
He hears her loud and clear.
"What am I doing here? I was just in an accident…"
"And you survived for the second time.
It's like a guardian angel is walking behind you" he says from his throne.
"Second? Who are you?" Rachael asks as she is confused by this character before her.
"Didn't my sons mention my name to you?
I am the helm of death, I am the Prince of blood, the Impaler, son of the dragon…" he pauses briefly, "…my name is Drago Morningstar.
But most people call me Count Dracula" he says.
Rachael feels her heart pound, it is too soon.
It has only been a day since she became a believer of the supernatural and she already find herself in the hands of the most dangerous vampire known in history.
Pop culture has made this so.
He stands up from his throne as he spots the signs of uneasiness on Rachael's face.
He walks slowly out of the shadows and her eyes widen to take in the full view of this historical character.
He stands at 6'7 feet with broad shoulders laid back pushing out his chest.
His hair is black and silky as if they are wet and his beards makes his face look like the handsome devil some movies have turned him into.
His complexion Is fair and his skin looks smooth, making her wonder how he fathered Gabriel and Samuel.
And his eyes are deep and brown as his gaze peers into her eyes.
He has a ring on his left middle finger and another on his ring finger.
Is he married? Rachael wonders.
He let the sides of his mouth widen into a grin.
"You look nothing like the little thief that broke into my home five years ago. But you definitely smell like him", he bends low to Rachael's ear and whisper, "Frank McQueen" he sneers.
He can hear Rachael's heart beat loudly and this seems like fun to him as he stares at her chest.
"You are the one that killed him" Rachael says as both rage and fear intertwine like lovers on a honeymoon.
"Well yes but not personally. He was a speck, worthless" he says with no sense of emotion behind his words.
Rachael doesn't know how to feel about that, but of course she understood.
To such a historical killer, the murder of one man was nothing but a Tuesday.
But the man in question was Rachael's father, the man who she loved and adored.
"I will kill you" she whimpers as her fear holds her anger down.
"Good luck with that," he mutters.
"You should have died peacefully when you had the chance in the first accident, Rachael" he says as if that would have been a good thing.
"I wonder which of my sons saved you but it matters not".
Rachael's mind and emotions are driving her crazy, so crazy that she forgets she wasn't alone in the accident.
Gabriel.
"Where is Gabriel?" Rachael raises her voice and shows she can be bold but if it is effective it isn't appreciated.
Dracula waves his hands to some guards standing at another end of the room and they leave to bring Gabriel.
In a few minutes, Rachael can hear chains and footsteps behind the door at the end of the room.
It opens and what she sees makes her clench her fist and bite down on her lip hard.
Any harder and she would bleed.
"Why are you doing this? Isn't he your son?", Rachael is irritated.
"Rachael. Are you alright?".
Gabriel, who is in chains ask and she nods.
Anyone who can put his own child in chains like a slave must be a monster and Count Dracula is definitely one.
"He is my son, my pride and joy" he says as he walks to Gabriel and lands a hard slap to his face.
He smiles widely as If to enjoy the anger Gabriel's face depicts, "I missed your face little Gabriel, you look so scary and it's disgusting".
"Maybe a little play time with your new friend will be much fun" Dracula says as he turns his gaze to Rachael and begin walking towards her.
"No father, she has nothing to do with any of this" Gabriel yells.
"Nothing to do with this? Her father doomed her when he refused to take her with him to the grave"
"Don't touch her" Gabriel shouts out.
Rachael walk backwards with caution as Dracula makes his way to her, his face pale and emotionless.
He notices Rachael's cautious movement and swiftly moves towards her.
Before she can blink an eye he slaps her with the back of his hand, sending her backwards and onto the floor.
Blood dripping at the edge of her mouth and a bruise surfacing onto her face as she groans in pain.
"How dare you?" Gabriel screams as he tries to charge but the guards drag his chains and pull him away and he snarls at them.
"What are you going to do now, little Gabriel?".