Free Hair, Greg - Werewolf 03 by Requiem (v5.0)

entering through the still broken door. “How do you stand it?”
    Annelise didn’t answer. Didn’t move, nor open her eyes. She barely expelled breath. Tsukiko felt only the slightest electrical charge. So slight, that she questioned if she even felt that, or if it was psychological, knowing she was so close to a vampire.
    “I don’t understand you,” the Japanese werewolf continued. “I kidnap you, take you from your husband, bring you here so that Nicholas can have his way with you, and you…you still beg him to stop…whatever he was doing the other day. To me. Why?”
    Still, no answer.
    “I guess you don’t understand me, either,” Tsukiko said. “Why do I stay with him after he treats me like that? Why would I stand by his side even after I stood outside this room the other day and heard his true plan? After what I heard him say to you yesterday about women? All good questions. All good questions, and the answer to each one is because, I have honor, that’s why. He found me on the streets and took me in. I will not dishonor myself, or my family, by turning my back on the one who saved me.”
    She removed the bone that Nicholas had left protruding from Annelise’s stomach. The vampire elicited no reaction as Tsukiko noticed the bone was dry—no blood dripped from its tip.
    “However,” she continued, “I will also not bring dishonor by turning my back on the other who tried to help me. I will surely pay a price for what I do here now. But, it’s a price I must, and will, accept.
    “I know you can hear me. So listen well, now.” She pulled the dangling, Danish vampire closer to her. “You will have your freedom today, but the next time we meet, on the field of battle, I will do everything in my power to kill you. Don’t try to save me, because even if I wanted redemption, I don’t deserve it.”
    Tsukiko released Annelise, letting her swing back and forth. Then, shifting to her werewolf state, she climbed up Annelise’s body, over the dead, Scottish teen girl’s body, to where the chains that supported both were bolted to the ceiling. With a great tug, the dead teen dropped into the pit below, as Tsukiko swung Annelise to the side and let her drop to the floor.
    Tsukiko landed beside the vampire, and transformed.
    “So why free you, you’re probably wondering somewhere inside that coma of yours? Because, hell hath no fury…”
    Reaching for the thermos still sitting beside the chair, she took the cap off. The scent of decaying blood rushed out. The feel of the splattering of dried blood on the container reminded the werewolf of a relief map.
    “Even I wouldn’t drink this,” said Tsukiko. “And I thought the room smelled bad.”
    She drew quiet, pausing every moment, when she heard footsteps in the corridor. The clicking of expensive Italian heels echoed down the hall to the ubliet, as they drifted further away and out of range.
    “I hope, wherever you are in there, that you’re praying that we’re not caught.”
    She lifted Annelise’s head and poured the stale blood, tiny drops at first to wet the lips, into the vampire’s mouth. The Danish vampire’s long blood-washed blonde hair hung in tangles and clumps, and clung to her shoulders.
    Several moments passed with no reaction before Annelise opened her eyes. Looking around the dark room, she finally noticed her head resting in Tsukiko’s arms.
    Annelise’s eyes widened and she shook violently, as if in a seizure, unable to lift her arms, seemingly trying to free herself from her supposed captor. She tried to scream. Annelise stared at Tsukiko as she fought vainly.
    “Sshhh,” Tsukiko hissed. “Please. Please, be quiet. You’re going to ruin everything. People here aren’t deaf, you know. Though, one is now blind. Anyway, listen, I’m not trying to kill you. I’m trying to help you. I’m getting you out of here. I know you don’t want to drink this, knowing the source, and that it’s aged, and not like a fine wine, but