I woke up tied to a hospital bed, my head muddled from the drugs. The bed was hard; I could smell the medications and disinfectants and felt terrible. I was dizzy, mildly nauseous, and also lost, and a bit scared of being tied up like some kind of rabid animal. I tried to remember what the fuck had happened, and all I could remember was how I had gone to the shop and then nothing.
Nick and Elias must have been looking for me, but America is a big country, and I had no idea how long it had been since I'd been caught. I had an IV, and my head was screwed up the whole time. My panic and uncertainty seemed to eat away at my strength, and I would fall asleep or lose consciousness, then now and then wake up.
I had no idea where I was, or how long it had been since I was last awake. I felt just as awful and nauseous, but I was getting pissed off and angry. Fury helped, and temper helped, and I decided to try to make something happen with it. I just focused on getting out of the fucking bed. And finally, out of my anger and frustration, I developed a rage, which made me perk up and get myself out of my resting restraints, and I ripped the fucking drip off.
I was so pissed I didn't even feel the pain when I ripped it off. I tried to escape. I got out of bed, opened the door, and staggered into the hallway, letting my rage take over and using anything as a weapon to try to get away. I would bite, kick, and scream. I even used a drip tray as a weapon. If someone got too close, I would try to strangle them with a drip hose.
Time after time, I tried to run away whenever I attacked anybody and did everything I could to get away. But there were always too many opponents, and I felt that damn sting, after which the resistance was futile. For some reason, my rage grew. My anger and determination grew, and every time I was pinned to the ground or to the bed and the drug kicked in, I would see this satanic man with a nasal, whining tone.
What seemed like he was just happy to have me more and more enraged- it seemed like he wanted to develop a rage in me I couldn't control. I must have killed many people every time I tried to escape, but I felt nothing about it. No guilt, no nothing.
Sometimes, I would hear the nurses or whatever torturers they were. They would talk about how I had mutilated several, and someone was probably even dead. I felt no pangs of conscience.
I tried to fight back; I tried to escape, and every time I tried to escape, new ways came up to keep me in check, whether it was handcuffs, some head-messing medication, or a gag and blindfold, some headphones still in my ears so my senses weren't working as they should. But I didn't give in, I didn't surrender, and I fought my way free time after time.
I felt the cold floor beneath my feet. The dizziness from the drugs was almost always too much, but my rage seemed to help, and somehow, everything that was done to me made this rage bigger. It was as if someone wanted to give me this huge rage. I was so out of my mind from the drugs, the pain, the despair. I was in survival mode, and I couldn't think of any motive, any plan, why they were doing this to me.
Nicholas and Elias were in a bad mood, not only because their protégé had disappeared, but also because they had no idea who had kidnapped her. They suspected it was the same Satanic doctor who had brainwashed Mimi in the first place.
Three of their men had been found killed in an alley. There were no cameras at the scene to see anything, and they had plenty of help to go around as they questioned, searched, and theorized. They'd been looking for three weeks and not a single lead.
They searched across America, state by state, following, and eventually, their trail led them to Montana, on the other side of America. They weren't quite sure if this lead was right or if it was time to give up and move on. Nick was so angry, and Elias felt they had failed to protect this delicate girl. It drove them on.
Eventually, they caught one of the security guards at a bar in Montana, who told about a patient who killed everyone when she ran away. He described Mimi very accurately, and Nick's friend told him about this janitor when he was simultaneously in the bar.
But what was strange about Nick and Elias was how the janitor had described Mimi as being like a raging beast, always killing without mercy, and Mimi was said to be very violent. This piqued their curiosity, and they were pretty sure that someone was again trying to influence Mimi's mind, perhaps brainwashing her or even programming her. Nicholas and Elias went to Montana to see this janitor and were determined to use their mind control skills to get the truth out.
Arriving in Montana, they arrived at a bar, and after lurking around for a while, they saw this janitor, a former football player, strong and muscular but with a flabby belly that betrayed a condition he no longer maintained but had allowed the good life to ruin his athletic body.
The man was certainly not intelligent, and it was obvious that he had only gotten through school on the strength of his athletic performance. Nick and Elias, after spending a couple of evenings in a bar, first saw him when the janitor entered the bar, limping and ashamed of his black eye.
He started talking again about the crazy woman who would kill anyone when she escaped, no matter how chained and drugged she was. She would somehow always get away. And then people would die or get badly wounded. The man told how this woman had got hold of a surgical knife and managed to kill six before they managed to hit the woman with a taser several times. Nicholas approached the man, looked him in the eye, and asked where this facility was located.
The man told him the location and bragged about the facility's security measures. The man praised his employers for being generous and helpful and for contributing to the greater good by manufacturing new medicines. In the same breath, he explained how, for example, this woman was used as a guinea pig to test various drugs.
The man told of a psychiatrist who was testing new drugs on this woman, and it always seemed to make her more and more furious. The man did not understand why the doctor wanted to make her more dangerous and why the psychiatrist was almost happy when she killed people and nurses without a care in the world. Not that she ever had a real chance of escape. The drugs kept her head screwed up. Then the woman had various procedures done, and samples were taken, so she wasn't physically well, but with rage, she killed. Nicholas was very close to drinking this fucking idiot dry, but Elias stopped him from doing it.
Elias stated calmly to his fiery-tempered brother, whose smoky scent was distinct as his bloodlust was higher. "We need more information, and most of all, we need help. What the idiot said, the two of us can't get Mimi out of there alone. It will require a slightly different approach, and I think it's time to get some help."
"What do you suggest, dear brother?" Nicholas said mockingly.
Nick was always impulsive and impatient at times, while Elias planned and thought. But that didn't mean that Elias' plans were any better or more humane, especially when it came to attacking enemies. Even now, Elias was wondering who would be strong enough to get Mimi out of there in a way that would work and, most importantly, they would be safe.
Elias sighed deeply and thought for a moment until he noticed a large table at the far end of the bar filled with werewolves. Just what was needed. Strong, intelligent, and willing to fight. Stubborn and proud enough that they wouldn't let him and Nick come along and would handle the rescue themselves. They are just the perfect soldiers. The vampire brothers helped and protected, but they had a powerful instinct for self-preservation and would not easily sacrifice themselves for anyone else unless it was their family.
"We need allies, and strong ones at that," Elias said. "It's time for you, my brother, to fully embrace your other side. "
Here was the advantage that Nick was a half-werewolf, and if Nick would bring his wolf out and let the wolf side show, it would be useful because wolves were pack animals, and when they would go to the most senior pack leader to ask for help, Nick as a wolf on display should at least listen to them, and vampires could be very persuasive.
From what Elias had heard, this pack leader who they would go to meet was the kind of man who took all kinds of rescue cases upon himself and helped them, even helping wild werewolves in the forest, so perhaps the only werewolf vampire hybrid in the world would be just the thing to challenge this leader, and maybe he would help them.
"You can't mean werewolves?" Nick's voice was really questioning.
"That's right, and not just any werewolves, but you're asking for help from the leader, the Marrok. He is the leader of all the werewolves in North America." Elias explained.
Elias briefly explained what he had heard the wolves say. He explained just how marrok was saving everyone, and Nick would be too special just to be dismissed by Marrok. And when a wolf, albeit a hybrid, would ask for help, Marrok would be forced to listen at least.
Nicholas thought about it for a moment and tried to come up with a counterargument, but he, too, understood his brother's logic. They needed more help, and since Nicholas was half a werewolf, maybe he could get Marrok to get some men to help. The trick here was to let the wolves take over, and that's why they decided to let the janitor go, because when he returned to the bar, the werewolves would get the next interrogation shift.
Marrok lived in Montana, and somehow Nick wondered if it was just a coincidence or another one of those jobs that they ended up in the right place at the right time, the bar where the werewolves were talking about Marrok and this stupid piece of shit janitor was there.
Nick was old, and he didn't believe in coincidences. He believed in fate and its cruelty. He had loved and been a father, but fate had shown him that such happiness was not his. He was not supposed to be in love the way he was. He killed his own child, his only child, because she was a naughty, corrupt black witch. Once a witch is black, there's no going back, and Nick's daughter, Hope, had been a vampire, a witch, and a werewolf. Now Nick hoped his daughter had found peace and was back with her mother wherever the souls of the dead were.
The vampires left the bar in search of tourists or villains to nibble on. If it was just innocent people, they didn't kill them, but they had the ability to find those who deserved to die, and it was wonderful to eat them dry, to feel the victim's heart stop and die. That was part of being a vampire. They headed to the hotel, and after a couple of days of planning and questioning, they headed into the mountains of Montana to find Marrok's headquarters.