"Yeah, that was fun. She was a bit of a screamer, though. But nobody can hear screams through this lot," he pointed at the ceiling. "It's soundproof, baby." He sneered the last word at me.
I wondered if they were trying to frighten me. It wasn't working. I was visualising one of them coming into my cell, and me leaping up at them and sinking my teeth into the soft exposed flesh of their neck, and gulping down the sweet and salty blood that pulsed out of the torn flesh. I shuddered with pleasure at the thought.
"I think he's right about this one, though. She doesn't look as frightened as she should. She's giving me the creeps."
Damn, my cover was blown. Well at least they'd stay away from me now.
"Man, you stink."
"She pissed all over me." Gruff man sounded gruffer than ever. I grinned.
"Wait 'till Jack gets here, sweetie. He'll wipe that smile right off your pretty little face."
I sniffed in his general direction, and grinned wider, letting the anger and hunger seep into my eyes.
They stared warily at me and said nothing.
Mark
It took Angus about ten minutes to get the car loaded up. He put the guns in the boot, except for one of the pistols, which he loaded and shoved in his belt. He strapped the vest on over his shirt, and pulled the leather jacket on over that. He looked over at me as he was sliding into the driver's seat, and he nodded.
"Thanks, Mark."
And then he was gone in a swirl of mud and roaring engine. I wondered what he was thanking me for. He was the one rescuing my sister, after all. He was helping me.
I shut the door, and sat down in one of the ancient leather armchairs by the fire to wait. It was going to be a long night.