I couldn't bare to sit at Joseph's office and watch the ambush through the laptop. My heart pounded as I sat at the kitchen in the middle of the night. It's been five hours since they left and my anxiety had doubled since then. Joseph told me that he would call for me if something happens and I sat in the kitchen, waiting. I was told that the location they were heading for was only a few hours away, somewhere in the city warehouse.
I paced around the kitchen as my fear and anxiety took over me. I couldn't understand. It's been five hours. I figure once they get there, they would check the area and then strike when they see an opening.
Another hour passed and now I sat on the chair, remembering my childhood with Marcus. I remembered Marcus standing by my sand box as I played when I was six. I remember offering him my sand cupcake to him and he politely shook his head. I smiled. He probably laughed at me behind my back. Then I remembered when I was sixteen, I threw my books at him when he wouldn't let me date boys. He didn't dodge them because he knew it would make me even madder if he did that. He just stood there like a statue, with his arms crossed, giving me those stern expression. I did somehow date the guy that I was asked out on a date with behind Marcus' back. I lied to Marcus that I was going to the movies with my girlfriends and met the guy inside the theater, knowing that Marcus would be hovering outside. The guy had different intention of meeting me at the dark movie theater and thought that I was going to have a full make out session with him. The theater was fairly empty and we were all the way back and he tried to grope me even when I tried to push him away. The last thing I knew was that he had his hand over my mouth from crying out as his rough hand slipped underneath my shirt as I struggled. It was the first time that I learned how looks could be deceiving. The guy was cheerful and friendly on the outside, but he was cruel and sick inside.
Of course, Marcus came to the rescue within seconds, throwing the jerk to the other side of the theater, breaking his arms and ribs in the process. I didn't get to see the ambulance taking him away because Marcus dragged me back home. I remember Marcus holding me tight when my body wouldn't stop trembling from the shock.
I got up from my chair and got myself a glass of water. All that sitting around and remembering the past made me thirsty. My thoughts were focused on Marcus when I felt sick to my stomach. I lost my grip on the glass and watched it fall to the floor, breaking into pieces. Something wasn't right. My chest felt heavy and I knew right away it was my Marcus. Something had terribly gone wrong.
I ran to Joseph's study and even before I opened the door, I could hear the chaos. I barged in and saw Joseph and a few counselors hovering over the laptop with concerns.
"What happened?" I asked. I wanted to scream and strangle someone as they looked at me and wouldn't answer me. I could hear the yelling and the loud noises from the laptop
"What the fuck happened!"
Joseph bit his lower lip and came to me.
"There was a bit of complication." He said gently.
"Tell me!" I screamed. My heart wouldn't stop pounding against my chest as I felt like I was going to pass out. He has to be okay. Oh, god. No, he has to be alive.
"Somehow they saw us coming and sat a trap. There was a bomb that went off while Marcus and his men were inside."
I shook my head in denial as my eyes blurred from my tears. No . . . Marcus was strong. He can survive a blast, right?
"He's not dead." I whispered I furiously shook my head. I just knew he wasn't dead. He couldn't be.
"Jane survived the blast and several others. We are sending the back up team to retrieve the bodies."
"Bodies?" I cried out.
Joseph's eyes were full or sorrow as he tried to steady me when I lost my balance.
"We don't know yet. We don't know if he's among the group or somewhere else."
I gritted my teeth, "He's not dead. I would know if he's dead." My jaws hurt from grinding my teeth and my palms bled from my nails because my fists were tight.
He looked at me and nodded with sympathy. And I was thankful because if he tried to tell me that my Marcus was dead, i would have punched him.
"What other locations do you guys have? What if they took him away? What if he's hurt somewhere and they decided to take him?" I said pacing the room. It's been a few hours and I was going crazy. Joseph and others were trying to talk to the remaining survivors as they were headed back to the mansion. Jane looked awful when i saw her on the screen. Half of her body was burnt but regenerating past.
"We are analyzing the satellite images before and after the blast, my lady." One of the counsel said as he looked through the computer. I nodded and continued to pace. I heard the cars pulling up and me and rest of the staff went running outside.
It was complete chaos as handful of injured vampires arrived along with Jane. There were three vampires who looked like they weren't hurt. I guessed they were the ones who kept watch from outside. Jane stumbled out from the car and I could see that she was almost healed, but I assumed that she would need considerable amount of blood to regenerate fully. I heard the live human blood donor, John, being called for as other injured vampires were helped inside.
But Jane came to me instead of going with them. Her body were smudged with smoke and dry blood all over, but she held herself strong.
"My lady. I am sorry I failed you." she said.
My heart tore at the sight of her like this. She was hurt and defeated and yet she's apologizing to me? But all that came out of my mouth was the question of my beloved.
"Where is Marcus?" I asked with panic. I saw several bodies back of the four by four and I knew my love wasn't one of them. I would know if he was among the dead. I would just know.
Jane shook her head, "He's not dead. I saw them take him away right after the blast. He was severely injured though."
I let out a sigh in relief. If he's breathing, then I will find him and destroy whoever is on my path. And I will make sure those who hurt my Marcus and others will pay the price dearly.