Vampires and Slaves (Enter This Realm To Die)

Allan

The guard pulls me away and out of the room, the fear and worry beginning to course through my veins again. How am I going to do this? I have to get him out, no doubt about it, but I have no clue how to.

The officer returns, my parents in tow, and take me to an interrogation room. It takes me until Fidelis is seated on the other side for me to realize that a thick pane of glass divides the room in two. I walk subconsciously to the glass and hesitantly set my hand on it, watching as another man in a suit joins him.

Fidelis

I put my hands together, almost prayer-like, and watched two enforcers walk in. I yawned slightly, careful not to show my fangs.
One of the enforcers sat down in front of me. "Listen, son. I know this might be a little pressuring to you, but I'm sure we can work this out."
I put my hands behind my head. "And how are we supposed to 'work this out?' As far as I can tell, you and your companion have not an inkling of me. For all I care, you don't know where I reside, what my habits are, or even my own name. To you both, I just happened to pop out with a person who's beening missing for four months."
The other enforcer pounded his fist on the table. "Cut the crap and start talking, boy!"
I chuckled darkly. "I know what game you two are playing. Good enforcer, bad enforcer. One of you tries to earn my trust and the other scare me to sing like a bird. That's one of the oldest games in the book. You can't break me into telling you anything. A strong mind like mine has not one lock that can be undone. I also know that you can't torture me since it's as you say 'old school.' You'll have to do more than that."
The kinder enforcer smiled. "You're good. Real good." His fingers interlocked. "All you have to do is tell us about yourself and you'll go free."
I glared. The kinder one's voice tempted freedom, but his heartbeat was a real tell-tale and I knew straight off he was lying. "I'll tell you nothing of myself. You speak of my freedom when I know just by looking at you that you mean to put more of my past against me in the upcoming trial. Scare me or struggle to earn my trust all you want, but I still won't talk."

Allan

I hear everything, but only pay attention to Fidelis' responses. With each word I wish I could melt through the glass and be with him again, and stop myself from pressing my body against the glass to try it. I wonder if he knows I'm here, watching. I hope he does.

One officer slams his fist on the table before him and I jump, taking a few steps back. A hand is set on my shoulder and I recoil, spinning around. It's just my parents, looking confusedly at me. I shrug off their touch and turn back to face Fidelis.

"I'll tell you nothing of myself. You speak of my freedom when I know just by looking at you that you mean to put more of my past against me in the upcoming trial. Scare me or struggle to earn my trust all you want, but I still won't talk." He tells them, his voice sounding watery through the speakers.

My eyes scan over the room, taking in each aspect of it, and set on an air ventilation shaft. I wonder if we could fit up there, if we could escape through there...

Fidelis

Both enforcers were giving up too soon, no doubt pretty mad at me for seeing through their game. They left me by myself, but I didn't do anything to prove myself as a vampire. I knew better than that. I looked at the glass ahead of me. There were three heartbeats from the other side. Allan and two others. Just like when we met. Even though I could see myself in the mirror, I knew Allan could see me from the other side. I waved a little, then looked around for some kind of escape route. Something told me that Allan might have an idea of getting me out, but I forfieted that ability long before I ever met him.

Allan

The two officers leave him alone and he looks around a little, his gaze setting on the glass and his hand waving a little. I flash a smile and wish he could see me back. My eyes drift up to the air shaft again and I wonder if that was even a plausible plan.

I-I need to speak with him. He'll know. He can help me help him.

Turning to the officer, I hesitate before speaking.

"C-can I see him?" I ask. "One last time. M-maybe he just needs to know I'm still okay."

I don't guarantee anything, not wanting to put Fidelis in a situation like that. Somehow, though, it works, even if I'm only given two minutes back in the other room.

Fidelis

I noticed the look on Allan's face as he came in. He had some kind of plan, but it might not be an easy one on either of us. I lowered my voice to a whisper only he could hear. "Is something on your mind, dear heart? If so, then pray tell."

Allan

I hesitate, glancing back at the guard before focusing back on him, and head closer to him. Swallowing, I try to compose my thoughts into something relatively sane sounding.

"W-what do you think of the air vents?" I whisper, as close as I can get to him. "D-do you think we could fit, get out?"

Fidelis

I looked up with my eyes to see what he meant. The hole was square, but too small for us to crawl in together. However, if I went first and pulled him up...No, that wouldn't do. Then I might have more than just the accounts of kidnapping and murder being held against me. "We could, but you might have to pull me up if that's your plan. If I'm the one pulling you up, I might be risking a life sentence. Also, you have to do it at the right moment. It has to be done right or else we're seperated for good."

Allan

I nod, flashing a smile. I could do this. The right moment... It would have to be soon, but not too soon. Too suspicious that way... I take off into a thought trance, trying to figure it out, and forget about the limited time I have with him. An idea pops into mind just as the guard approaches again.

Fidelis

Just by looking in his eyes, I could tell he was formulating his plan. The enforcer led him out, once again leaving me all alone. Deep down, I longed to hold him and have him resting in my arms with his head against my chest. I needed out of the prison. I needed Allan now more than ever and he knew it. I had very little choice but to go on a little faith.

I would love to help if you dont mind, i could take one of the human slaves or whatever you guys decide

Spoiler

Well, Sira still needs a slave, unless Demora and iPod worked something out. I suggest speaking with Demora about such.

Allan

As they lead me out, the plan comes together completely. I get one last glance at him before they shut the door. The officer and my parents are back at my side.

"What's to happen with him tonight?" I ask, curious.

"He'll be taken to his cell, told to wait," The officer answers, slowly as if I won't get it.

I glare at him, sick of being undermined. They lead me out to the lobby, for the officers to finish asking their questions. I stall, never taking my eyes off the door leading back to Fidelis.

Fidelis

For what felt like ages, I pushed the buttons of the two questioning enforcers. They gave up afterwards and I was sent back to my cell. I had nothing better to do, so I decided to make conversation with one of the other prisoners. "So what got you here?"
The one I was speaking to was a young man older than my physical self. "Murder at the first degree. I got another nineteen years left before I'm out of this dump."
I stood against the bars, my back pressed against the iron. "How do I get out of this place?"
The prisoner sighed. "You can't. There's a pack of hound dogs out there that can small your trail even if it was two days old."
"Even back in my day, I could tame a pack of wolves just to save my neck. I'm willing to go on a little faith." I closed my eyes and waited for my rescue.

Allan

As I'm being driven home, the perfect moment blinks behind nightfall. At the turn of a corner I open the car door and roll out, jumping up and running in the opposite direction of the prison. Can't have them think that I'm heading back there.

Once I'm sure they don't suspect much, I bolt to the jailhouse and slip in through the the first exhaust vent I can find. Exhaust leads to air, air leads to Fidelis. It's humid and thick inside, the tunnel barely big enough for my shoulders to fit. I squeeze through, feeling much like an inch worm.

Halfway into the building, I stop and close my eyes, holding my breath. Voices ring out below, hinting the fact I'm near the interrogation area. A mental picture in my mind, I continue in the direction I feel the cells are, hoping and praying I'm right.

I begin passing vents I can see through, the grates allowing my line of sight but no one else's. This is how I come to realize how right I was. This is how I come to be above Fidelis' cell.

Taking a deep, silent breath, I wait. I need the lights to be turned low, for most to be caught in slumber, before initiating the next part of my first criminal act since the day I met him. Even then I could have gotten off easy. Illegal substance is nothing compared to aiding an escape.

Fidelis

I waited until I started hearing a heartbeat from above me. Allan's heartbeat. I opened my eyes and looked around. The head enforcer announced that it was time for the night shift to drop in. The night shift, to my surprise and disgust, were female enforcers. I didn't have the time or energy for charming my way out. The night shift didn't bother checking me, but kept the lights down to the point where they were almost out. I walked until I was directly below Allan. I looked up. "I know you're up there. I can hear your heart beating."