No Quarter (Vampire double drabble)
“Who is he?”
Danny wakes to the sharp sound of high heels on concrete and looks up at a dark-skinned woman with curly black hair and hard eyes.
“Some cop,” a dark-blond girl says, lighting a cigarette, inhaling the smoke with relish.
“How much does he know?”
Danny wants to say he knows nothing but that’s not entirely true, is it? He just doesn’t know what exactly he’s stumbled upon.
“Not much yet. But he’s everywhere we go.”
“He tried to kidnap Rex,” another girl with almost white hair mutters.
The woman considers silently then nods.
“Get Stringer and Blade.”
“This isn’t the solution, Caroline.”
If Danny wasn’t scared and shaking he’d try helping the man who’s speaking up for him but his wrists are bound, strong arms are holding him down and it takes all his strength not to start begging for his life.
“Then what is, Cutter?”
“Murder isn’t.”
“Murder is our daily bread,” she laughs. “I don’t think I have to remind you what happened to Hart, do I?”
That seems to shut up Danny’s sole advocate. For a while only his whimpers break the silence. Then the woman’s diamond-sharp voice cuts through the room.
“Kill him.”