I regarded him pensively. "OK." There was nothing else to say.
"I'm coming too," Julia spoke, steel in her voice. Marcus looked captivated. What the hell, the more the merrier. I just nodded.
"Let's go."
Rebecca
I lay back on the cot and let the rage flow through me while I readjusted my jumper with my free left hand. Anger was a great suppressor of fear, and this fury I felt for that filthy bastard who'd taken advantage of my unconsciousness made me feel powerful, and almost invincible. I remembered the look of terror on his face and his screams, and smirked with satisfaction. He would think twice before he tried that again. And if Angus ever found him...
I thought of my gorgeous vampire striding through this dump, his dark eyes flashing as he shattered and shred all obstacles in his path, human and vampire, and I smiled grimly to myself. He would raze this place to the ground. And with how I was feeling now, I would probably cheer him on.
I was sick of people kidnapping me, and I had no place in my heart for sympathy for anyone involved. This James person must know exactly what Jack intended to do with me - I knew that he knew. I had read it in his eyes before he drugged me. And I was ready to give him some pain of his own. I wanted to dish it out, and watch as he squirmed and cried.
And as if on cue, he strolled in then, frowning.
"You hurt Eric quite badly. Looks like he can't use that hand at all. He's had to go to to hospital," he said accusingly. Like I had done something terribly wrong, and he couldn't understand why I would want to do such a thing. I knew exactly why, but I didn't feel like explaining to this moron.
"Good," I said shortly. It summed up most of what I felt about Eric and his plight right now.
"Jack will be here soon. You had better tidy yourself up a bit. You wouldn't want your lover-to-be to see you like this." He sneered mockingly, and went to fetch a packet of wet wipes from the table, which appeared to be cluttered with random junk. I glared at his back, and let the rage build again, until I could feel it fizzing through my limbs. Sick bastard. He knew what Jack would do to me.
He turned back to me, and I made my face impassive. He approached me carefully and extended his arm. Something, a sense of danger perhaps, made him hesitate. Instead of coming closer, he tossed the wet wipes at me. I batted them away, and they landed on the floor just beyond my reach. I looked at him as if to say,"Really?" and he gave me a filthy look and edged closer to pick them up.