SIW : Adam O'Neill
Here we are with our weekly update. As usually many thanks go out to Nulli and EvilJ for their proofreading skills and Mikothebaby for her edit skills. As for next week I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it, chapter 7 is with Miko right now but she has a bit more on her plate than usual with the Halloween contest going on, so in light of that I will submit chapter 7 in two weeks' time instead of next week. That will give you all some more time to catch up with all the Halloween entries.
Without any further hold up, enjoy the read!
Mokkelke
Chapter Six : The Road to Revenge.
Adam strolled through the streets late at night. He had visited the local Alpha earlier today and explained his presence. Alpha Ramirez understood his position and need for revenge and had offered him any assistance he would need. He hoped it wouldn't have to come to that but it was nice to know he was covered if the need arose. Looking around, he tried to search for any indication something wasn't as it was supposed to be.
So far, this evening proved to be very lame without much happening besides the local drunks setting up camp in the deserted alleys, making their "comfortable" beds from cardboard boxes. The corners of the streets were graced with what appeared to be young girls, but on closer inspection, were older women heavily clad in make-up, selling their bodies to whomever could afford them.
He felt sad seeing how these females had to lower themselves to this standard to make ends meet. He was convinced the majority of them had one or more kids tucked away at home and others were trying to earn extra cash towards their college funds. One or two approached him as they saw him sauntering their way, but a simple shake of his head stopped them in their tracks. However, he didn't mind the appreciative glances they threw his way, as they pumped up his ego.
As he walked past them, he tried to sniff the air and when he passed dark alleys, he tried to scan them without being obvious about it. Checking his watch, he saw it was nearing eleven pm and decided to make his way over to a club downtown. When he had called his contacts some days ago to ask about details, he was told that the main place where this particular gang operated from was a dance club called "The Dark Pit". It usually just got called "The Pit" by the locals.
From what his source had told him, the police had tried to raid the place time and again. Not once could they find anything that they could use in court that would shut them down and put away some of the high rollers of that particular gang. His source at the police department had given him some sealed files and he had gone over them this afternoon trying to get a glimpse of how they operated.
The file had contained a list of all the dead girls. You couldn't really name them women yet. Looking at their dates of birth, most were barely of legal age. His wolf shuddered in response to Adam reading all these facts. The poor girls were all found in the same state of undress, clothes ripped apart, covering nothing of their frail bodies. As he arrived at the last name on the list he had a lot of trouble reigning in his wolf. Only after reasoning with him that they would get their revenge, did he back down and let Adam have full control again.
It hadn't taken him long to find out who the cop was that had talked to Bronwille at the hospital. With a bit of searching on the net he had found a tiny article stating a woman, who desired to stay anonymous, had been found on the steps of the local hospital. She had been badly beaten up and it was visibly obvious she had endured some severe abuse. It was at the end of that article that they named the officer in charge of this investigation.
A bit of more searching told him Bronwille never pressed charges and had simply disappeared. Remembering her story and how detailed it was, he could only take an educated guess at what happened once she was discharged from the hospital. Another search showed him at which station this officer worked. Luckily for him a distant relative had worked in the same station and a quick call made it possible for him to get his hands on the file that now lay scattered over his hotel bed.
He knew he could have asked for a room at the local pack's grounds, but he preferred the solitude of staying at the hotel. He wasn't really alone and yet he was.
A bit of walking and more inspections later he arrived at the club. The entrance was buzzing, loads of young people waiting in line to get inside. It was clear on some faces you had to be real pretty or very handsome to get an invitation. The envy on some faces was just creepy. Not wanting any special treatment he just went and stood in line. Some of the girls started checking him out, but he ignored them.
A tap on his shoulder made him turn around. He had to look down to make eye contact with the little weasel like person he had spotted guarding the entrance. His tiny fingers were almost constantly tapping away on an I-Pad2 while his eyes were scanning the waiting crowed.
"You seem to be up for a good night, my lad," the little weasel said in an even more ear shattering voice.
Adam raised a brow questionably.
"Well, do you want to get inside or do you prefer waiting here outside until it's your turn," the weasel checked his watch, "in about two hours?"
"If you say it like that, by all means, lead the way," Adam replied. He had to push down the urge to just give that little man a push.
"Then follow me, my lad," the little man continued as he kept tapping away on his tablet.
The two guards, who more resembled tree trunks than humans, stepped aside and opened the double doors, letting the little weasel and himself inside. Once inside he got bombarded with loud music and a wide variety of scents. Some were familiar, others he didn't recognize, but luckily most of them were just human.
The little weasel who had led him inside had disappeared without a trace and left him to his devices. A thing he didn't mind at all, it allowed him to make a sweep of the club, making it seem he was checking out the female population. Often he felt hands gliding over his arms, trying to stop him or turn him, but he evaded all of them. He wasn't interested in them, he only wanted one and she wasn't here right now.
Adam started to get the feeling he was being watched. Turning around 360° he didn't notice anything or anyone that was focusing on him. He just couldn't drop that feeling and he moved to the sides, wanting to inspect the darker corners. He wasn't able to sense vampires but seeing as he had picked up the scent of a few other shifters like him, he was sure there must be a few here hiding in the dark.
The first few spots he passed all appeared normal. The next however had a vampire who was in a tight embrace with a young woman. The feint metallic smell alerted him the vampire in question was feeding. He couldn't help but stop and watch; he was curious at what the vamp would do once he was fed.
The vamp looked up and saw Adam watching him feed, his pupils dilated slightly as he registered that Adam was a wolf. His surprise was quickly gone and as the vamp locked eyes with Adam, he had the nerve to wink knowingly and continued with his meal. At this, Adam tilted his head and waited, he really wanted to know how this would end for the human.
Not much later, the vamp straightened himself after licking the tiny wounds and making them disappear. He looked at the female for a few stern seconds and then she turned with a glazed but satisfied look in her eyes and mingled with the rest of the crowed again. It seemed to Adam that the vamp had fed but stopped well in advance so as not to hurt or alarm the human that something had happened to her.
He turned back to the vampire, who was staring back at him with a curious look on his face.
"You know wolf, if you want food you'll have to go catch a pig in the basement. This floor is only for those needing blood and bit of a good time," the vampire informed him with a voice so sweet it was actually not befitting a creature like him.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not here to feed, but to mingle," Adam replied, "maybe I just want a bit of a good time."
"Just watch out for a tall blond she-wolf, she'll eat you alive. It's not often a were comes here. She might set her claws in you and not want to let you go for a while," the vamp teased.
His insides were preparing for a roller coaster. He just couldn't stomach the idea of touching another female, not even a female wolf. However this little bit of information did spike his interest. "Does the she-wolf have a name? So I know who to avoid. If I wanted a she-wolf I could have stayed home with the pack and picked out any bitch there. I need a bit more than that." He had a hard time keeping his emotions at bay. He hadn't thought his journey would start out like this, but every little opportunity to find something he had to take and use to his advantage.
"Let me think, ooh right, think her name was Dolores. Can't say I didn't warn you. Think twice before crossing her. She's the boss' newest pet and so far she has gotten everything her little greedy heart desired."
"Thanks for the heads up. I'm Adam by the way," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards the vampire.
The other waited a few seconds and just when it would turn embarrassing, he took the extended hand in his own and shook it firmly. "I'm Chasey. I'm the resident vamp."
Hearing that name, alarm bells started going off in Adam's mind, in a way it sounded familiar and the casual attitude he was portraying seemed deceiving. Keeping his face in check, he let go of the other ones hand and let it appear he wanted to move on and check out the rest of the club.
"I'll see you around then," Adam said as he turned and started walking away.
A hand grabbing his shoulder stopped him short and he looked over his shoulder.
The vamp, Chasey, was looking at him with amusement in his eyes, "If you can't find what you're looking for then just ask one of the bouncers to find me and I'll see what I can do for you."
With a sharp nod, Adam let Chasey know he understood and as he turned, he moved forward, free of the tight grip that vamp had on him.
A quick look around and he made a bee line for the bathrooms, he needed a bit of breathing room to calm himself down. He also had to put some things in perspective and double check some facts he had mentally stored away. Entering the men's room, he went straight for one of the open stalls and locked himself inside.
Sitting on the lid of the toilet he went over the facts one by one. Suddenly his eyes shot wide open.
"This can't be!" he whispered to himself.
In his mind he went over the list he had gotten from his source and one of the names on the list was Chasey DiSarbonne. He was the so-called number two in the gang they were after. Adam bit back a curse. Finding out that at least a vampire was involved made this a whole other ball game. He wanted to smash the door down, but knew he had to keep it together.
Then another thought sprang forward and suddenly his wolf was demanding to be let loose.
Could Chasey be the Casey in Bronwille's story?
Adam's eyes turned a deep amber as he fought his wolf for control. That vile creature had molested and abused their mate. He had to pay and the only payment they would allow was with his life!
