Free Renegade (Ministry of Paranormal Research & Defence) by Andrew Chapman

using the door behind the chair. More psychology. The chair's occupant couldn't see who was in the room.
    “This is fake, human,” said the vampire confidently. “You didn't think I'd be fooled by the paint, did you? No blood has been spilled in this room.”
    I made a mental note. If we ever wanted to use this room for vampires we'd need to slosh a few buckets of blood around for the scent.
    I walked calmly around the chair. I was stripped to the waist, a silver-tipped knuckle-duster on my right hand. I was, I knew, being recorded by eight different high definition cameras.
    “ You expect me to be afraid of you, human?” said the vamp.
    I think we both knew the answer to that one. I could smell the fear coming off of him.
    I placed my SIG and my commando knife on the racks with the other implements, and then thoughtfully picked up a hammer and chisel, inspecting them before putting them down again.
    “ I won't tell you a thing, do you hear me, human? Nothing!”
    “ That's okay,” I said quietly. “There's nothing I want to ask you.”
    “ Then what is the purpose of this charade, human?”
    I spun on my heel, took three quick strides and punched the vampire in the mouth as hard as I could, putting every ounce of rage and pain into the blow. The vamp's head rocked back in a spray of blood and I heard a tooth hit the floor and bounce off of the wall.
    “The purpose,” I snarled, “is for you to die as messy and painful a death as I can manage to inflict upon you.”
    The vampire looked at me with wild eyes, blood soaking his chin.
    I pointed to the cameras in the corners of the room.
    “ This little session is being recorded and broadcast live over the Internet. I will keep you alive and in pain as an object lesson to your friends. If my mate is released, unharmed, I'll let them live. If she is harmed in any way, when I find them—and I will find them, I will not rest, I will hunt them down and drag them here—when I find them your death will seem nice and easy in comparison. Any vampire that helps them will join them in their death. I will tear the world apart to find them and anyone they know.”
    I reached past the vampire and opened a spigot on a bottle of IV blood hung on the back of the chair. The life-giving liquid trickled down the transparent tube and into the vamp's veins.
    “You are not going to die quickly,” I said as I walked back to the rack of tools.
    I came back with the hammer and chisel. The vamp's wrists were securely shackled to the arms of the chair, and his hands had been heavily taped down. Only his fingers were sticking out.
    “What are you going to do?” the vampire whined, recovered enough to speak.
    I placed the tip of the chisel against the second knuckle of the index finger on his right hand.
    “Hurt you,” I said.
    I raised the hammer and brought it down as hard as I could.
    The vamp screamed as the chisel bit through skin and bone, sending the tip of his finger flying across the room.
    I moved the now bloody tool to the ring finger.
    “Get comfortable, this may take a while.”
    I brought the hammer down again.
     
    I wiped my hands on a dirty towel, trying to get the blood off as best as possible. The cellphone on the desk was brand new, unregistered and, allegedly, untraceable. I dialed a number.
    “Boss?”
    “ John?”
    “ Yes, boss. Everything ready?”
    “ It will be if this program works.”
    “ Do I even want to know why you needed that particular program sent to that particular email account?”
    “ No, no you don't, John. I'm sorry I had to involve you in this at all.”
    I stared at the pair of monitors on the desk. They each showed four different angles of what had once been a fairly high-ranking vampire. The leech had, in the end, started babbling, trying to buy me off with anything he could make up. I hadn't stopped and now I felt sick and empty.
    “Okay, boss. You ready?”
    “ Yeah. Tell me what to do.”
    “ Go to the computer that you installed