Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
ORPHEUS
Alex paced.
He had promised Jadeon that he would not do anything untoward but await his brother’s return.
He had almost succeeded with his venture to steal the blood, actually holding the plastic container within his hands.
The scent of it had first stirred his appetite when removed from the fridge but the coldness of it had suppressed his desire.
He had lingered in the hospital basement looking down at the unappetizing blood.
So engrossed with his thoughts on whether to abandon his venture, he hardly noticed the uniformed mortals until they had descended upon him.
They had attacked him using an electric device, sending waves of excruciating pain through his body and rendering him unconscious.
I sent in my finest.
Three well-dressed gentlemen entered the police station at 0355, all distinguished lawyers familiar with the environment in which they now stood. The senior of the three spoke to the police receptionist.
“We represent Lord Alexander Artimas. We believe he is to be released within the hour. We have come to complete the paperwork and ensure his bail. Who is the officer in charge of this case?”
“Hello, sir,” the young and intimidated police officer answered. “That would be Inspector Jansen, but I’m afraid she’s not here. Sergeant Rutledge is in charge of the holding cells. I’ll get him for you.”
The lawyer backed away from the reception desk, whispering to his colleagues, causing the police officer to feel even more worried. She phoned down to Sergeant Rutledge, asking for his presence at the reception desk immediately.
The lawyers were guided down the steps toward the department where their client was held. Expediting all paperwork, they ensured his immediate release. They could hear him within, frantically struggling to break down the door.
Dawn stirred at the horizon, trembling beneath the veil of night. He felt it. Like a slow-burning curse, ancient and absolute. The sun would rise, indifferent to immortality. Indifferent to one of the purest vampires ever born.
Should the rays find him he would burn.
Approaching Alex’s cell, the senior lawyer spoke again, his colleagues at his side. “Calm yourself, Alex,” he whispered. “We are here to take you home. All is well now. A car awaits you outside.”
The door was unlocked and opened.
Alex burst out of the cell toward them. “Where is Jadeon?”
Alex was guided through the police station to the waiting car parked outside the front of the building.
He leapt into the long limousine, avoiding the rising of the sun by a fraction.
Swiftly, too afraid to use caution in movement, not caring if he was seen or not, he jumped into the long black coffin that lay within the limousine and shut down the lid, blocking all light.
Alex was safe.
The three lawyers joined him within the car, sitting comfortably upon the leather seats, resting their feet on the lid of the coffin, their client secured within it.