† WARPATH [INVITE] †

[Gideon Barnes (DELETED 8781)]

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Gideon just nodded his head and grinned a little more. "I did." He confirmed, before starting to make his move. His brother was ready to roll and so was he. Sitting here any longer put the both of them at risk in so many ways. Him for having the cure. The both of them for being what they were and defending the compound. "I don't know." Gideon admitted honestly. "I wasn't even sure she was in here, until I asked at the front desk. I hadn't seen or heard from her in hours. I asked and they said she was down the hall from your room. She's strong, brother. Fighter through and through." Gideon assured Esli with a resounding slap to his back.

"Let's get your wife." Gideon moved to open the door, and left his brother to grab whatever other things he had to collect from when he was checked into the room. While he wandered down the hall towards his sister's room, Gideon stopped by a woman who was writing in a chart. "Excuse me, Miss. My brother is going to be checking out. And if his wife is ready, so will she." He stated, giving the woman a small smile. While he faced her, Gideon tried to assess if she was a vampire or human, by the signs of her pupils growing bigger and smaller, the rise and fall of her chest, and the color of her skin. It all seemed as if she were human...but one last thing verified it. The mirror above the wall for security measures reflected her back as he stood there.

"Oh. I'm not a nurse. I'm just a pharmaceutical rep." She laughed, and started to point to the counter where a single nurse sat, nose deep in a chart as she typed away on the computer. "Oh. Sorry. I just assumed." Gideon started to head to the station, but then stopped and clicked his fingers. He turned slowly and walked back to the woman. "Pharmaceutical Rep? Which company?" Gideon asked softly as he moved back to where he had been standing. "Schneider Laboratories." Gideon raised a brow. "I've never heard of them. What's their deal? The biggest products on the shelves?" She stopped what she was doing, closed her notepad and then opened the bag that was down at her feet that Gideon had missed while he had been scooping out if she was alive or dead. Out came a brochure and she opened it up. "It's a newer company. Not very big, but we're known for some generic type medicines. Our biggest seller at the moment is a quick dissolving allergy tablet that lasts for about twelve hours. From there, we've got some nose sprays for the same thing, then something for diabetics and the generic version of an Epi pen." She handed the brochure to Gideon for him to keep, as he caught sight of her name tag 'Krista.'

"How would I get in touch with someone that might make them millions, if not billions of dollars, Krista?" Gideon asked, completely straight faced. She laughed and then looked around, then shrugged her shoulders. A business card was pulled from her bag with one swift movement, then handed to him. "You can try my boss. Everything has to go through him to anything bigger. You know, corporate ladder ****." Gideon took the card with a nod and then gave her a "Thank you." As his brother came out, he stuffed the card in his pants pocket and nodded down the hallway. "Your wife should be that way." Things were eerily peaceful, considering. Just how bad was Lass? They were about to find out. "Couple rooms down." Gideon assured Esli as they started to head that way.

[Lasair Barnes (DELETED 9516)]

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After the heaving and retching, after laying back and attempting to relax, Lasair became fully aware of her injuries. Bullet holes, she was riddled with them. When she looked down at her flimsy hospital gown she could see red staining the pale blue; fresh blood, and it was spreading. Pulling it up, a string of lilted Irish curses slipped from her lips. There was a bandage around her middle, but it was thick with pooling blood. By the pain, she assumed she must have pulled some stitches.

There was a numbing coolness in her palm where the catheter was attached. There were bruises on her arms from the skirmish, and also from where other needles had been shoved beneath her skin. She’d lost a lot of blood, blood that needed to be replaced. Had she overheard, in emergency? Before she had been knocked, out, before she had gone into surgery for bullets to be removed. They were running low on blood, and it was lucky that Lasair had a common blood type.

Those ******* vampires.

Now as she reached for the call button, she made a mental note. If they were going to battle with the vampires, their black market sales of blood bags needed to be stopped. This blood was for humans who needed it. Not just Lasair, but what about the children, the mothers, the innocents who were hurried in from car accidents or worse? They needed blood, and if the vampires kept stealing it from the hospitals for their own satiation, people could die. It was dire. It had to be stopped.

She hit the call button, hoping for the nurse to come back to check her stitches. Her opposite hand reached for her head, where, when she turned the wrong way, a migraine crept. There was a bandage there, too, the fabric rough against her fingertips.

Had she been shot in the head?

She let loose a shaking breath. How close had she come to death this time?

Outside, the nurse who’d been tasked with cleaning up Lasair’s vomit came face to face with her husband; she ended up in conference with the nurse at the desk, both of them shaking their heads at Esli’s demand that Lasair be released.

”Sir, she’s been knocked around. She’s not in any condition to be—“

”ESLI…!”

Whatever the nurse wanted to say was cut off by the shout, the scream. The demand from the woman confined to her hospital bed. **** waiting for nurses. All Lasair wanted was her husband. And, if he was anywhere nearby, she assumed that he would hear her calling.

[Esli Barnes]

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Esli’s eyes were full of suspicion while standing beside the only one he ever trusted with his life. That is until he set eyes on his wife for the first time years back. Then Gideon had company in his shared trust. He eyed the card that disappeared into the man’s pants pocket while his feet started up with steps that would have him heading in the direction that Lasair could be located. Bypassing the uniformed bodies that weaved in and out of the hallways he picked up his pace the closer he got to a massive horseshoe shaped desk. With all the photo ID swipe card badges fastened on the chests of those clicking on keyboards and shuffling papers it appeared to be the place to ask for a room number to where the only woman that ever mattered to him would be found.

Esli stopped once his right toe of his blood crusted boot tapped the base of the frequently sterilized business counter. He placed his open palms down on the flat surface in front of him and breathed in slow and deep. Oblivious to what his clothing would present upon first sight of those medical staff present he waited the few respectful seconds in silence that his level of patience could tolerate. R.N’s, L.P.N’s and the random white lab coat toting a tray full of blue tourniquet strips and vials kept moving while his eyes tracked them expecting one to finally pause in their movements and recognize the face of a loved one looking for his other half. He felt increasingly unimportant and it irritated him quickly.

“Excuse me…” His words fell on the shoulders of the nurse closest to him as she turned from the computer monitor she was looking at inches from where he stood.
“Need the CRP done asap in bed b. She can’t wait.” The sheet of patient labels was handed over to mark the empty tubes in the plastic tote still in the grip of the lab coat that followed the nurse out of the business side of the floors station. “We may move her before you get the results back so grab her draw while she is still down here.”

Esli’s hands left the desk and fixed on his hips. He looked behind him to see if anyone else noticed the treatment he was getting. When it was apparent no one was bothered by it or made note of it he had his hands back up on the counter and used his right hand to knock on the desk with his badly bruised and battle tenderized knuckles. The world was going to keep spinning despite where he and his family had just been and what they had went through. No one ever took things personally or seriously until it hit them like a runaway train jumping off the tracks and running them over in their otherwise unobstructed path that was more often than not taken for granted. A name on a badge caught his focus and he went with it.

“Mitzi?” His voice was raised and to the point where it claimed more than one curious glance from the handful of uniforms still behind the desk. “My wife is supposed to be on this floor and I need her room number. Lasair…”
“Yes, she is.” Mitzi was without an answer but the voice that spoke up happened to be willing to get up from the rolling desk chair beneath him. “You must be Esli?” He made quick work of stepping around the bustling space and gave a floor to shoulder sweep assessment of who he was approaching. He looked like he still needed a few days of healing. “You sure you are feeling up to this?” The hand that carried the fading scent of sanitizer was cool to the back of his exposed elbow. A shiver of warning reached his bones as his arm pulled free from the unexpected contact between professional and recently discharged and now visitor status paladin. “Relax. She is doing great and…” He leaned in and whispered as he nodded towards the closed door across the hall from where they stood. “The sooner you get her out of here the better. You aren’t entirely safe. Especially in here.” A dance of his bland blue orbs went between Esli and Gideon revealing a directness that said he was hiding nothing. “I will get her discharged while you get her and go.” He held the door open just enough that the two brothers could enter the room. “Good luck.”

The shout of his name was on the heels of the medical staff pivoting out of the way releasing the door. As it was in the process of closing Esli turned to see what had become of his wife. His eyes widened as the nurse in the room gave him the reminder of her current condition she was in. Knocked around was not acceptable. His blood was hotter than ever beneath his skin while he went to her bedside.

"I am here, my love." His hand took her closest one in a firm grip while the other opened and stroked the hard peak of flesh and bone of her cheek. A press of his lips to her head then her own reassured him she was going to be okay. Nothing could break her. She had proven that by now. Not that he was willing to forget what she had been through. He refused to. as soon as the room was empty save for her, Gideon and him he spoke again with a firm, matter of fact tone. "We are getting you out of here." He nodded to Gideon and the closet behind him. "Grab her things." He looked at what machines and monitors they had her connected to. He was no medic but he would make things work. He started tossing supplies around him for professional use on the bed knowing Gideon would grab it all. His hands went to the lines and the tape holding them in place. "These are coming out and I will help you dress."

[Sawyer]

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“Ephraim,” was the first word that broke the silence of the room, her voice a husked whisper as her fingers reached for the first wire she could find. When the plastic touched her skin, she curled it around her knuckles and tried to give it a quick tug, but a gentle touch to her shoulder stopped her. The scent of honey and melon assaulted her nose, and without opening her eyes, she knew who stood above her. She could already see the disapproving glare in the blue of her eyes without needing to see her face for herself. Stilling her feeble attempt at an escape, the paladin dropped her hand to her side, a quiet hiss of air escaping her clenched teeth before she swallowed.

“Where is he?”

As if sensing that she wasn’t going to care about anything other than the whereabouts of her partner, Jenna stepped around the bed and into her line of sight, slender form bending at the waist. “He stepped out for just a second. He’s been here since you were brought in,” she whispered, her voice pitched low enough as to not cause her anymore suffering. She had healed what she could, but there was still enough substantial damage that she wasn’t out of the woods, at least not yet. When Sawyer moved to sit up, the sorcerer quickly reacted, her hands curling around her bicep to pull her forward. She knew better than to tell the girl to sit still. “Let’s take it easy, okay? He barely held it together when you were brought in. Let’s try not to give him another reason to risk a lawsuit.” The blonde’s statement caused her to still, and finally, her eyes opened.

It was difficult at first, the light threatening to send her careening into unconsciousness once again, but when the sorcerer moved to flip the switch, dimming the debilitating glare, she relaxed. “I want to hear about that ****, but right now, we have… something else to discuss. I need to see him,” she demanded, her voice shaking as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. There should have been no way in hell that she should have been able to move, and she knew that the woman had depleted her resources in ensuring that she could. Reaching out a hand, she placed it against her friend’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze as she moved to stand, her body pitching forward. Catching herself on the edge of her bedside table, she clenched her teeth as the room spun.

Her vision still impaired, she could hardly make out the other shapes in the room. The only thing that stood out among the blurry images was the sorcerer, her eyes wide and worried, lips set in a thin line. She could tell she wanted to boss her back into bed, to demand she curl beneath the sheets and wait this out, but she couldn’t. Reaching up a hand, she pressed it to the bandage placed against her skull, her eyes brimming with tears when a wave of pain slammed into her skull. Swallowing the bile that rose up the back of her throat, she leaned into the woman for support, her eyes on the door. “He’ll be back any second, Sawyer, just sit back down. If he finds you standing we’re all paying the pr—“ Cutting her off with a glare, she waved a hand towards the closet – or what she perceived to be the closet – and hissed out a command for her clothes. She didn’t have time to baby the woman, to protect her from wrath her boyfriend – and leader – was sure to unleash on all of them.

She would take the brunt of it, and when she could handle it, **** him back into submission.

For now, they had a job to do.

Pressing a hand through what part of her hair she could, she pulled it over her shoulder, teeth set on edge as she heard the call of orderlies outside of her door. They were about to come in, to tell her that she couldn’t leave. She knew that much. She didn’t need to be reminded of that. Before they could, she sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes on her hands. Hands that had cracked a blade against that bitches skull. She’ll pay for this, she vowed, just as Jenna emerged from the closet, clothes over one arm and the other holding up a hand to stop the nurse from coming any closer. “Oh, good. You’re awake, dear. Now, I’ve seen enough in my years to not question how you’re even breathing, but you do know you’re not leaving here, at least for a week. There isn’t a way. I could discharge you, but you’d never make it past the door. It’s impossible for anyone to,” she rushed out, earning a steady glare from the paladin and a sigh from the sorcerer.

“As helpful as that isn’t, you should go before Ephraim returns. Osmond has barely been able to contain her husband and I’d hate for you to be in the crossfire.”

Ushering the nurse out, she turned back towards Sawyer and started to pull her to her feet, just as the door opened once again, admitting the one person she wanted to see. Leaning into the blonde, she held one arm out for the man, her fingers curling into his shirt when he stepped close enough. Whatever he had to say, whatever was on the tip of his tongue when he saw her awake, would have to wait until she said what she needed to say. Already, she could feel the exhaustion threatening to claim her, and she hadn’t a clue if she’d stay coherent long enough to reveal what she had learned. With one hand on his chest, she tipped her head back and released a breath, the words tumbling quickly past her lips.

“I know you’re pissed off because I made you experience feelings, but we can deal with that in a second. You need to know, bossman, that there are more of us here. I heard them talking about it when they brought me in, and we need to find them. We need to get them to join us, so we can eradicate this ******* filth from our city once and for all.”

[Mona McGee]

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Mona McGee just had to be in the middle of it ... When the news stories had broken about a lab having a cure for Vampires she had known better than most what was going to happen ... Of course she knew they would not stand for it. They would show their true colors and try and destroy it. Her problem wasn't should she go and try to keep it from happening but how was she going to keep her kids and family safe while she risked her life to do the right thing. There was only one choice left to her and The call was made to Andrew McGee Monas father that she had only met 3 years ago. Pops hadn't ever been in her life while she was growing up. Hell he hadn't even known she existed until her mother got sick and told Mona all about him. Mona had to find him and she had turned out to be more like the old man than she thought she would be. She had grown really fond of the old man. Now her fingers moved over the screen as the phone rang She collected her words She was about to ask the man to take care of the most precious things in her life . She heard the hello at the other end "Hey Pops I need a huge favor......"


The Facility was a mad house she had found Gideon and told him the kids were safe ... Mona Had taken off after the ******* Fanger spy that had attacked her and ended back in the fray of things on the ground floor. Things were getting getting hairy That was when the news was spreading that the cure was gone. No one knew exactly what had happened to it. Mona decided to cut her losses and get the hell out of there and get back to her kids. She had taken to the forest that was where Jesse ******* Fanger and his ******* little **** of a spy had caught up to her....


Monas nose was itching. She moved to scratch it buy her hand wouldn't obey her she opened her eyes to realize her arm and shoulder were bandaged and She was in the hospital .... Mona Looked around in a panic ... He worked here She had to get out of here ... She tried to get out of bed and got woozy Buzzers started going off as she yanked the wires loose from her hand and got up not caring if she had clothes or not. She headed to the Door just as the Nurse came in " No No Miss McGee you need to get back in bed ..." Mona just kept going pushing past the woman and into the hallway . The nurse tried to grab her shoulders and guide her back into the room Mona looked around wildly and struck the nurse with her good hand " Let go of me ***** " and she took off down the hall *** to the wind Trying to find her way out .

[Ephraim Steele]

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There was just too much going on all at one time. Too many things to deal with all at once for him to process it all.

Ephraim Steele had never declared himself a smart man. Right now, he felt anything but smart. He’d landed himself in the hospital, and only halfway through his healing process, had managed to let Sawyer slip through his fingers and land herself in there, too. It wasn’t something that he relished, particularly, sitting there in that sterile white room, watching her for any sign of the slightest twitch that might bely her consciousness. He hated the whole thing, sitting there in that little white box, one of the few people he had come to care about lying there fighting for her life over the past few nights; at least he thought it had been a few nights.

Even with the clock in the room, the incessant tick-tocking of the seconds as they marched on grinding into his swiftly dwindling reserve of nerves, he had still managed to lose all track of time as he waited for her to wake up. He’d taken a little food when they bothered to bring it, and even with the watered down garbage they tried to pass as a good old fashioned American soda, he managed to find himself standing here now, staring woodenly at the vending machine. At least the stuff you paid for outright was halfway decent. That, he could stomach, though now he stood there in front of the machine, blue eyes wandering over the selection keys, and he found himself so disconnected from his care that they all just seemed… blegh, for lack of a technical term.

He lifted a hand, fingers shoving the goofy toy money that these Canadians used for currency into the machine and, with a disassociated grunt, punched one of the keys with his knuckles. He didn’t bother to retrieve the change as it clinked into the return tray, instead shoving his hand into the deposit and pulling his can free. He didn’t even look to see what he’d taken. He didn’t really care. It was all the same, these nights. Everything was all the same. The incessant buzzing of lights, either overhead, or there inside of that vending machine, in any one of the instruments they had her hooked up to, in the computer screens at the nurse’s kiosk, wherever. It didn’t matter. It was everywhere, and it was always the same. The food was always the same. Grey, tasteless, textureless. They could have passed him gruel, and he would have not noticed the difference.

As he shuffled back toward her room, his gait closer to normal than it had been since he had been checked in, he pulled the tab on the can, the satisfying crack of the tab breaking the vacuum seal of the can, and the hiss as the sudden change in pressure caused the soda inside to oxidize, he turned into her room again, expecting to find her lying there, as she had been for days, sleeping, as she had been for days. Instead, she was sitting on the end of the bed.

That… was not what he had expected.

He heard her burst into action, shoving words at him a mile a minute, fighting to get her say in first, before he could go off on her, before he could rail at her and everyone around them. Something about that just struck him odd. The things he was feeling were a confusing mixture, a cacophony of good and bad, of positive and negative, each shoving its way to the front in turn. Joy at her recovery, fury at her predicament in the first place, pleasure that she remembered everything, even through her head wounds, after the doctor had spent plenty of time preparing him for memory loss after such severe head trauma. He even felt fury at the one that had done this to her, probably the most prominent of the negative emotions, though he carefully set that aside for a more appropriate time. He intended to use that.

Instead, he let her have her outburst, and he folded his arms over his chest, one hand lifting to offer himself a sip of his drink.

Sprite. It had been Sprite.

And that was probably the first distinction he had made of anything in the past few days. He had picked at pieces of conversations around them, though most of them had passed by his notice without so much as a moment’s consideration, he did recall bits and pieces of suspicious conversations, words and phrases that sounded particularly similar to their situation, to their… “predicament.”

He waited until she offered up the very thing that, had he not been steeped in a world of what felt like the greatest deal of worry he had ever had to manage in his lifetime, he would have already been working on, and gave a nod. He would let her think that it was her own idea, her own agenda. It was just as good that she thought so on her own. He could know that they shared a mind in this. He moved quietly, setting his can on the table next to her bed as he moved to lower himself to sit, the pain of his wounds, while mild in comparison to what they had been when they had been fresh, was still significant, earning a wince as he sat in the bed, and took up her left hand in both of his own.

“It will be alright.” he said simply, his hands squeezing hers as he allowed her free hand to clutch at his shirt. He hid his smile well behind the brusque mask of his facial hair, though smile he did. He was glad to see that she was okay. It was, after all, the one thing that he had asked for, the one thing that he had prayed for in days. To see her okay was a prayer answered. He shook his head and moved closer to her side. “I thought I might have heard the same. You should be okay to talk, right? You just don’t seem up for walking.” He jutted his thumb to a vacant wheelchair and leg the corner of his lip curl in a half-smirk. “I think I can handle carting you around for a while. For this.”

[Gideon Barnes (DELETED 8781)]

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After Gideon had attained some information from 'Krista,' about Schneider laboratories, Gideon departed with a 'thank you,' and a smile. The woman helped him more than she knew, but maybe one day she would know. When the cure was made in bulk and out on the streets in whatever form he saw fit. It was too early to get too ahead of himself, but after a trial and experiment on a vampire or ten, Gideon was confident that if the flaws were far and few between that what he got his hands on a few nights ago would change the world for ever.

He found his way into Lasair's hospital room with the help of his brother and a staff member. id they all look the same? Sterile and boring? The name hadn't been caught by Gideon, but the confirmation came in the form of his brother's words and actions. They had found the other member of their family. Even if they hadn't arrived together, they could leave together as a family should.

Gideon moved into the room and did as his brother asked of him. Anything to get her out of here and to make the departure faster and smoother. He knew that there was a vampire doctor that worked here, Mona had told him that much when she delivered the triplets here. Gideon had remained in the hospital, in her room for the entire time she and the babies had been here back in May. Speaking of Mona...

"Miss McGee! "Miss McGee!" A female all but screamed down the hallway after some ruckus had been heard further down the hallway. He had suspected that Mona was in one of two places. Here, or at home. And unless Mona had a sister or a single mom, Gideon was confident he could bet the Cure on it being her. "Brother." Gideon said after he packed up some of Lass' things. "Have something to do. I'll be right back." Gideon announced, hopeful he wouldn't have to explain his sudden departure. She probably woke the whole floor and alerted security by this rate. Gideon shook his head and rubbed at his beard while he left Lass' room and headed out into the hallway of the floor they seemed to have all found themselves on.

He looked right, then left and saw Mona go whipping by at about the same time Gideon turned his head towards the woman. And then he just watched, amused at the sight he saw. Due to the slit in the back, there wasn't much left to the imagination of the woman's backside as she went tearing down the hallway. "Oi, woman! You look damn good for a woman who just had a few babies a few months back." Gideon called out after he placed two fingers between his cheeks and let out a whistle that managed to be louder than the woman chasing after Mona. Just in case that didn't draw her attention, Gideon made a few strides in Mona's direction, strides that were long and purposeful, as he reached out with his right hand for her upper arm.

[Mona McGee]

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Mona McGee was determined to get the hell out of this blasted place. She knew that the evil assholes had infiltrated this place. No only Dr. Nielson but others who worshiped blood were here the Hospital was a supply chain for contraband blood. As she ran down the hall not caring that the world saw her *** Even the loud whistling didn't deter her. She spun as the man grabbed her arm ready to strike him. Only when she realized it was Gideon did her hand fall and she relaxed her arm going around his neck in a hug. "Gideon God I'm glad to see you! Did Elsi and Lasair make it out of the raid. Did you get ahold of my Pops ? Are the Kids ok ... We need to get out of this place it isn't safe ..." She was going about ninety miles a minute her mind racing not giving the man a chance to answer her questions. She looked around wildly. The adrenaline spike was wearing off and her knees started to feel wobbly " I ... I think I need to sit down" Her knees buckled in beneath her as she clung to him and she started to slide to the floor.

Her lips parted and his name came out huskily "Gideon "

[Gideon Barnes (DELETED 8781)]

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Gideon was concerned about Mona. Not because he thought she was on death's door or anything, but the woman he met was not the woman that was in his arms now. Mona have been passionate and confident, but something had changed. But, what? Vampires were still around. Vampires were still a danger to the world. Gideon couldn't figure it out, so he pegged it to the fact that it was all hormonal.

It was about the time that she found out she was pregnant that the change had happened. Slowly, but right now, in the hallway of the hospital, the way she clung to him out of fear, had Gideon positive. It was almost as if she were afraid of her own shadow. "I got you." Gideon knew that there was a vampire doctor somewhere on staff, and probably some vampire nurses too. He could understand wanting to get out of here as soon as possible, but he'd never let Mona, his brother, or his sister face whatever was in here alone. They would eventually need to talk about a couple of things, but this was the first thing he wanted to talk to her about. Once they were out of the hospital.

Mona was swept up in both his arms and carried to his sister's room, where his eyes met his brother's. "We need to get out of here. Now." The door to his sister's room was closed with the bottom of his foot, closing out the beeps, and vocal commotion of a hysterical woman that had been running down the long corridor. "This place is crawling with leeches. Not safe to continue our conversation here." He looked at Esli and Lass, before looking at the bed. "Can we steal that sheet from you?" Whatever clothing Mona came with, whatever weapons she came with, didn't matter to Gideon. Out was where they needed to go; they had each other and that was all they needed.

[Mona McGee]

Mona was exhausted. What bit of strength the adrenaline from waking up after taking a beating from a gang of vampires had petered out when she had saw Gideon and realized she would be safe. The past few weeks had been something else. First there had been the bank robbery giving birth to Three babies She was a paladin and could heal super fast but that **** still took a toll on her body and mind. That ******* vampire stalking her and her babies. She knew what he had been after he spelled it out for her in the sewers.

Hell she had even had a gunfight with the ******** when she had went to assist Esli He was problem number one and when Gideon had told her he was going to defend the facility that had been developing a cure for vampires Mona knew exactly where that ******** would be. She wasn't about to pass up a chance at him. So she had found the one place she could trust the kids would be safe. Pops would die before he let anything happen to them and Pops was a tough old ******** Mona knew it. She had packed her gear and weapons Bought plenty of ammo and went Vampire hunting.

What Mona hadn't expected was spotting a lone vampire while she was touring the facility. Then having his shitty *** spawn acting as a spy infiltrating the Militia that were protecting Longslade. When Mona had arrived and greeted the others filling them in on how far the Vampires had made it into the facility. The **** *** ***** Raegan, Had shot at her screaming to leave her sire alone and fled the floor. Mona didn't hesitate but took off after her. Mona had ended up on the ground floor looking for the **** right in the middle of the main fray when the news broke that The defenses had failed the facility had been breached and the cure had ether been destroyed or was gone. That's when she had seen Gideon last he saw her quickly said he had a surprise and was gone. Mona took it as her cue to get the hell out of there. She knew they would be hunting her so she took to the woods to loose their trail and that's where the **** and the ******** that spawned her and what seemed like their entire hell spawned family had found her. They came out of nowhere and she was no match for that many.

So was Mona scared **** yeah she was scared What ******* idiot wouldn't be. Had Mona lost her nerve not in a million years Nor would she ever but she had more to think about than just herself now .... Her life consisted of 3 precious things that took a hell of a lot more consideration and put more fear into her life than she had ever had for herself she had to think about her children and as long as that ******** was in this city they were at risk. So Mona was going to do whatever Mona had to do to survive to protect her 3 little ones even if it was escape a hospital stark *** naked.