Allyn and Ransom – 32

 

Allyn slowly became fully conscious for the second time that evening. The first time had been when the man—Gregory, as he called himself—had dragged him out of the car, pulling Allyn to his feet. He had forced Allyn into what appeared, from the size and décor of the entryway, to be a large manor house. After making him sit on an ornate sofa along one wall, Gregory had knelt down, staring deeply into Allyn's eyes. Allyn had felt the attempt to take over his mind, and though he didn't know how the man was doing that, he made it seem as if Gregory was successful. He was told to undress, which Allyn did. Then, much to his amusement, Gregory had tried to implant the thought that he was a vampire who had fed from Allyn.

 

As if. But he went along with it, wondering what was next. Gregory led him down to a basement room and forced him to kneel. For a brief moment, he thought the man expected him to suck his dick. Instead, Gregory put his hands on either side of Allyn's head, staring down at him. He seemed about to…issue the order for me to blow him?

 

Allyn didn't get an answer to that because suddenly Gregory let out a shout of pain, pulling his hand away from Allyn's head. One fingertip was deeply burned.

 

"Sssilver," Gregory hissed. "Remove the clasp, immediately!"

 

Not quite certain what was happening, Allyn did as he was ordered, holding it out to Gregory. When Gregory stepped out of reach, growling low that Allyn should throw it through the door into the hallway, Allyn realized there was more going on here than just a crazy man taking people captive for some insane reason.

 

Is he…? Could he really be…? A vampire? That was an idea neither he nor Ransom had even considered. Why would we? We were certain we were dealing with an evil human, not some supernatural. And yet…we're supernaturals. Why did it never cross our minds that he could be as well?

 

He was tempted to throw the clasp at Gregory, hoping to hit his face or hand and use the…the vampire's reaction to give himself time to escape. That wasn't an option. Gregory was suddenly behind him, grasping his hair in a painful grip. "Do as you're told," Gregory said angrily.

 

So Allyn did. At the same time, he opened his mind, asking, "Ransom, can you hear me?" There was no answer. "You were supposed to follow us. Where are you?" Again, no reply. Allyn wondered if, when Gregory had first sedated him, Ransom hadn't been near enough to realize what had happened. Or, if there were too many people around for him to shift and follow the car. If so, I'm up shit creek.

 

Gregory tightened his grip on Allyn's hair. Allyn heard a brief rustling then a sharp flare of pain when Gregory thrust the needle of a syringe into his arm. Allyn fought the effects of the sedative—and lost.