The Hunt For Immortal Love

"I said drop the blood."

I hear the click of a gun and the footsteps of a man coming closer.

My first instinct is to spin around and tackle him with great force to the floor. But I do not know who is behind me. So I do as he says, and I place the packet of blood gently onto the table.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Now," I hear the man start to speak again. "Put your hands on your head and slowly turn to face me."

I look over at Edward that only but shrugs his shoulders. Very reluctantly, I place my hands on my head and slowly turn around to face the man that has a gun firmly pointed against my head. And as I finally face him, it is what I expected. We have just been caught red-handed by law enforcement.

Well, there are only two ways that this can go. I can either overpower him and take him down in a spectacular way and most probably bring the Vampire's existence into question, or I can give in and let the man take me to what I presume is going to be jail.

So, just as I am about to consider the first option, in comes another man through the door. Well, I guess he is clever enough to have called in for back-up. It seems that we have been cunningly fooled by a silent alarm. And as we are standing what seems to be rather helpless, the one man comes to place handcuffs on our wrist. Now, I would love to tell him that it is absolutely futile, but yet again, I cannot make my true identity known.

After much resistance from an annoyed Edward, we are led out the door and down the hallway. Now, if I ever thought that I could not be more embarrassed, then is this is definitely it. As we walk past so many shocked faces, we are taken to a police vehicle that is waiting outside by the exit.

Now, if I thought that Edward would realize that he needs to go freely, I am sadly mistaken for as they are about to show his head into the car, he elbows the officer square with his elbow. I can see the sheer brute force that he puts behind it; if he did it even a fraction harder, then he would have broken loose from his cuffs.

So I only give him but a scolding eye and show for him to back off. I hear him grunt underneath his breath and curse softly. The man has always been a rebel, but now is not the time for it.

It seems that we are now for sure heading for jail.

...Morgana POV...

Well, this is just fantastic; I have never sat comfortably with the witches around here. Now, first of all, I have had the habit of stealing what is theirs from underneath their noses, whether it was ingredients for potions or a variety of men for pleasure.

So as Isabelle looks at me with somewhat amusement on her face, I feel the need to remind her.

"You know, I can always do with some more fairy wings. Now wipe that thing off your face and help me think of a plan here."

"We can always get one of the wolves to sneak in and take it."

"Mmm, now there is an idea. But where do I find a wolf that is not pissed off because I dumped him."

"True, you do have kind of a backtrack record. Well, guess there is only one other option."

"And that is what Isabelle? I am not going to make peace with a witch."

"I shall have to go steal it."

Isabelle looks at me with a rather wicked little smile on that tiny face; then, she excitedly continues on speaking. "And I know the perfect witch."

"God, know. Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"No, you are going to cast an invisible spell on me, and please do not disintegrate me."

"Hey, that was only once that I did that. Now, are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, we need to hurry. I am sure Sebastian and Connor have gotten what they needed." ...Connor POV...

Now, trust Sebastian Belmont to take his sweet time to bring that damn blood, and as for the wizard, witch, whatever, I simply don't trust her. What else I don't trust is the skies that are continuing to grow darker. There is an awful rumble that is coming from above, and much to all of our horror, there is ass fallen from the heavens. Well, all I can say is that hell is falling onto the earth, and I definitely don't want to be around when that happens.

What else I don't understand is that Elloise and Stefan have moved Anastasia for a third time now. They are circling in around the same place, but they are moving to different sorts of locations. The one that alarmed me the most was the catacombs. But then even worst is a graveyard, and now they are finding themselves in the basement of a church. I must honestly say that Lucius has one awful sense of humor.

But what annoys me the most, what is driving me fucking batty, is Bobby pacing the floor of the kitchen.

"Bobby, can you please sit that ass on a chair? You are making me nervous."

"Connor, have you see the mess up there. All hell is about to break loose on us, and you know what? We are not prepared for it. Where is damn weird, Angel? Can he not stop this shit?" "He is with his Vampire girlfriend."

"What?" I hear Ethan utter next to me. "An Angel and a Vampire? God, don't tell me that they are, well, you know what."

"No," I say to him. "I don't know. What are you talking about."

"That, you know, that."

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"What is that?"

"The funky monkey, you know."

"God, are you five. And thank you for putting that goddamn picture in my head."

Just as Bobby is about to come on over and slap both of us against the head, my phone rings, I stare at my phone, not recognizing the number, thinking that it is Hunter business, I answer.

On the other side, I hear a frantic voice come through the phone, and it shocks me to my core.

"You got what?"

...Sebastian POV...

Well, it seems that we have just been dragged into the police station. Now, if we thought that it would be a quiet affair, think again. Apparently, our little heist has caused quite a stir, more like a stir of laughter. I swear if I break loose from these cuffs, I will punch those goddamn teeth parades of their faces.

But, I need to keep on reminding myself that I am doing this for a far bigger picture. So while Edward is being booked, I am granted the very pleasure to phone home. Well, don't I just feel like E.T. At least he can fly and won't get himself into this kind of trouble.

Yes, as poor Connor answers the phone, I shock him straight in his core.

"You got what?"

"We might have perhaps got arrested."

"You might have, or you have?"

"We have. Now, I know you boys flash around fancy badges; I think you should bring them along here and use them."

With that, the very odd police officer ends my call and proceeds to book me. Once he has messed up a perfectly good manicure, he shoves Edward and me into a very small, and need I even mention, filthy little cell. It smells like someone has urinated in the corner, and the one and only bed in here has not seen the side of a cloth in years.

"Well, my dear Edward, it looks like we shall be standing. Let us just hope the boys get here faster than that rodent gets closer to us."

Edward hops a few steps backward as he sees one awfully large rat roaming the farside corner. Now, does this not remind me of my recent visit to the dungeon. Well, I am not about to rot in this little hell hole. I would rather sit outside and fear what is about to drop from the skies.

Then Edward turns to me, "Why don't we just pick this lock and get out of here."

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"Please explain to me how you intend on doing that?"

"I mean more like break the gate down and walk out of here."

"An elegant exit. Well, I am always up for a good show, but I think we should stick this one out. I have faith that the boys shall get us out of her."

So we stand in the middle of a cold little room with god knows what creatures lurking around us. And as I stand here and my mind wanders, I cannot but worried myself to a stupid fear if Anastasia is still alive. I don't know how we are going to save her now without the blood, but I shall find another way. Trust me to have failed one simple task to save the woman that I love.

"Sebastian," Edward says as he places his hand on my shoulder. "Stop overthinking it. She will be okay. She has come from far worse than this. She will be okay. We have so many people fighting for her."

"I know Edward. It is just hard to think that one will love the person that you most love."

"Stop thinking that way. Think of what you are going to do once she is home safely again. I think it is time that you two go on that proper honeymoon."

"That sounds like a good option."

Then, with the keen sense of my hearing, I can hear quite a commotion building in the front. Now, if I am not mistaken, I hear the very welcomed voice of Connor.

So it is much to my amusement that I hear him speak to the one officer.

"I am Mr. Tyler, and this is Mr. Perry from the bureau. I believe that you are holding two prisoners that belong to us."

"Now, what makes you think that they belong to you," I hear the officer say to Connor.

"This badge says that they belong to me. Now, do you want me to phone your superior? In fact, I will phone mine and have that piece of metal that you call a badge away from you in seconds."

"Mr. Jones, if I may ask, what have they done because we found them? Well, they were stealing quite a large amount of blood from the blood bank. What kind of weird nonsense are they into."

"They think they are Vampires. Now I can show you a photo of the one cop they killed. We found the poor man hanging from the roof by his feet. They were draining his blood. I am glad to see that they are doing it in a more civilized way now."

With that, I hear the officer fumble with his keys as he comes rushing to the back. I watch as his handles tremble while he is trying to open the gate. Then he looks at Edward and me.

"Just get out of here and take that damn blood with you. I don't want to see you here again."

I only but chuckle as I snap my fangs at him.

The poor man goes whiter than his shirt and falls like a bag of shit to the floor.