A Unordinary Vampire Tale

Without any other warning, Nadine's eye's burst open followed by a deep gasp for air from her body's delayed reaction to the shock of her death. The man that was standing in the door watching over Voltaire grabbed the doctor from behind and amidst the struggle caused a loud snap coming from the doctor's neck.

"That'll keep you busy long enough." The man said as he observed the girl on the bed who was trying to process everything around her. 

He'd pull out a syringe and injects it's contents into Nadine, causing her to lose consciousness. The man poked his head outside of the room to ensure the hallway was clear before he made his way out, holding the sedated girl in his arms. As he had exited the room, one of the nurses was making her rounds and stumbled upon the mess that was left behind. An alarm was triggered and now the man took off with his vampire speed, zipping through the corridor before he could be caught.

He made it as far as the garage where a van was already started up and waiting for him. A door opened long enough for him to place Nadine into the vehicle. The door quickly shut and the van pulled out of the garage, taking off into the daylight. The man snickered as he and turned around to face the now several dozen guards that surrounded him. He placed his hands up and got to his knees, as if ready to receive whatever punishment that was ready for him.

Back in Trent's office, the Prince took his place back in his chair. He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes with a confident smile on his face. Then the alarm rang loudly throughout the floor and a sudden knock came to his door.

Marcus came in without waiting for permission to enter and Trent quickly sat up in his chair. "Alarm came from downstairs, something's going on in the medical facility."

Trent got out of his chair and went over to a mantle where a large claymore sword sat proudly on display. He looked at it contemplating on grabbing it before going over to his desk and pulling out a combat machete. Marcus gave him a sigh as Trent made his way out the office and the pair headed for the elevator.

"You and your damn knifes man." He'd say while prepping his gun.

"A blade is more reliable. A clean slice at the shoulders and no vampire or human will come back from that. They don't jam and do not require bullets." He'd say as he rotated his wrist, slicing the air with the machete before putting into a sheath on his hip.

Marcus shook his head as the pair hurried out the elevator in the direction of the garage. Marcus pressed a finger to his ear, listening to the chatter on a earpiece radio. He'd turn down the hallway leading to the garage, however, Trent continued on toward the medical facility. Marcus stopped only for a moment when he realized the Prince didn't follow him right away.

"The guy is this way." As he motioned toward the garage.

"But I want to know if she's safe." Trent would mutter as he continued onward to the medical facility.

Marcus sighed and continued toward the garage, making sure the person responsible wasn't killed right away.

Trent made his way to the medical ward and discovered that Nadine was indeed missing. Voltaire jolted back awake as his body flailed around for a moment before he was suddenly lifted off his feet and slammed into a wall. Trent was holding a strong grip on the man's neck and he was clearly angry as his eyes began to darken as he spoke.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He demanded from the doctor who tried to pry off Trent's grip off his throat. Trent slammed the doctor once more into the wall before releasing his grip and storming out of the room.

When he made it to the garage, the man who took Nadine continued to laugh at anyone who attempted to ask him for any kind of information. Trent took it upon himself to use other means to make the man talk, or at least cause him to suffer. As he arrived, the guards would part out of the Prince's path, allowing him full access to their captive. Trent dropped his sword and grabbed the man by his shirt and lifted him off the ground.

"WHERE IS SHE!?" He'd give the man a vicious shake as he yelled.

The man continued to laugh at the Prince as if he didn't care what his fate would be, he already knew he was a dead man.

"ANSWER ME! WHERE IS SHE!?" The Prince gave the man another vicious shake which was then followed by a fearsome punch and him throwing the man onto the ground.

The man continued to laugh but he did manage a reply. "You'll never get her back. Your accident has been taken care of."