@King Tai ((It'll work. I think I got enough to go on))
After an hour or two of much needed sleep, the youngling’s eyes fluttered open softly, awaking to discover the bed feeling a tad...empty.
"Mistress?" Wearily, she turned to the right side of the bed, finding it abandoned, the covers peeled back.
Where is she? Camille pondered crawling out of bed, still undressed and standing nervously chewing on her bottom lip and glancing around.
The woman's silk robe she had picked up on their trip to Japan a few years ago was missing from the dresser, where it always hung precariously. That alone was evidence enough that Rebecca had gone somewhere, but where? And why on earth did she leave her darling Camille behind? A sickening sensation overcame her gut, her palms beginning to glisten with a chilling nervous sweat. Camille, she was afraid, dreading that something may have happened to her beloved Mistress, or could be happening now. Several horrible depictions of grotesque and depraved imaginings assaulted her mind all at once.
"No, no that couldn't have happened to her! I-I have to find her!" Camille quickly dressed in her pajamas, a simple long gray night shirt with a pink kitten on the front and the Japanese kanji for love written on it, and raced towards the door, throwing it open with all her might.
But before her, blocking her only exit, stood a stern, stout looking man glaring her dead in the eyes over his thick black shades, his muscular arms crossed and his body like a brick wall...a brick wall Camille would tear down if he didn't get out of the way.
"Where do you think you're going, you little runt?" He snarled, his voice husky and authoritative. Camille noticed under his jacket was a holstered Glock 19 and a taser. And just the man alone was intimidating somewhat, but shot or zapped, Camille wasn't going down without a fight.
"Get out of my way, jerkface!" She yelped, sounding more as a yappy chihuahua compared to this growling doberman of an agent.
"I'm going to look for my Mistress." "Heh, you ain't the only one." He snorted, Camille gasping as her eyes widened, the color nearly fading from her face.
"And once we find that bitch, Stone's gonna roast her alive! You'll be next, unless you get back in that room like you were ordered to, you snot nosed carpet muncher!" Dammit...the lockdown. How could Camille forget. It just went to show they weren't valuable at all to this crooked agency, they were just prisoners, slaves. Tightly the youth clenched her fists, her fangs bared and elongating, her eyes....now like those of a feral cat, gleaming with the thrill of the attack.
"If you don't get out of my way, asshole, you're gonna be sorry." The agent laughed, cracking his knuckles as well in anticipation for the fight, an easy win it would be against this pipsqueak, or so he thought,
"Oh yeah, ankle biter? And what are you gonna do? Nibble on me like your bitch's cunt?" The insults, the slurs...she's had it with him.
Camille was gonna show him just what she was capable of.
"HIYAAA!!" She reared back her tiny fist, and like a blast from a shotgun it barreled into the man's groin, forcing from him a deep, painful grunt as he fell to his knees clenching his bruised and battered manhood. Then with a swift rise of her leg, she followed it up with a roundhouse kick to his face, knocking him to the ground out cold. Even shattering his
nice shades for a bit of insult.
"Hmph! Take that you dickwad!"youtube.com/watch?v=JSkQzjypZOc Now to find Rebecca! Camille scurried away from the unconscious man and down the halls, uncertain of where her Mistress was within this convoluted maze of steel and concrete, but sure that she would find her before Stone's men did.
Please be safe, Mistress! I don't know what I'd do without you! Down the corridor she kept running, even if she didn't know where she was going, but the path she followed seemed to be leading her in the right direction.
Rounding a corner, she could catch it upon her tiny nostrils, the unmistakable scent of her Rebecca, a pungent yet sweet concoction of perfume, blood, and wine. She was close, but where? Her eyes darted around frantically, her heart pounding rapidly against her ribcage as she panted clasping her hand over her chest.
Then, Camille overheard two of the agents talking, quickly hugging the wall for fear of being spotted. One she had recognized as Monroe, Abigail Monroe, a serious looking woman in a black suit, matching the rest of her fellow agents. Camille wasn't too keen with her, but Rebecca seemed to be on friendly terms with the woman, seeing as she was the only agent Camille's Mistress hadn't pissed off with her
antics. Carefully, the girl peeked her head around the corner, eavesdropping.
Hm? agent...Bronson?...you look a bit troubled..."Well what do you think, Monroe? There's been a security breach. Someone's accessed the main terminal room and Agent Lebowitz is missing! If you ask me, it has to be those damn vampires! I knew they were up to no good the moment I saw them! We should've staked 'em both when we had the chance!" At the mention of
staking and
vampires Camille had to stifle hastily a frightened gasp before it escaped her lips, clapping her hand over her mouth and pulling back.
N-no! Mistress! What are you doing? You're gonna get killed!Whatever she was up to, Rebecca, it had to be something to do with Stone. That's the only thing Camille could suspect it being, the motive behind her Mistress' reckless endeavor, albeit the woman usually thinking things through other than working on just a whim. Either way, her beloved was in grave danger. It was only a matter of time before they got that door open...and Rebecca's life was forfeit.
I have to warn her, somehow! Oh...Rebecca...please don't die! It would be a stretch what she was about to perform, never having attempted such herself, but...these were desperate times.
Meanwhile only two bodies were in the terminal room, one dead and bleeding still from two gaping holes in his neck, the other resting against the wall behind a large processing unit that clicked, beeped and sputtered as it processed seemingly endless strands of classified data, data the woman was trying to get her filthy hands on, but damned she be if that cunt Stone wasn't five steps ahead of her already. Rebecca sighed, lowering her face into the palm of her hand, a small, audible slap sounding amidst another gruff heated breath of air.
And so here it ends... Bitterly she pondered.
Trapped in a room half naked and sitting next to a decomposing corpse while I'm covered in his blood. Can't say this is the first time this has happened. She smirked at that last bit. A spot of gallows humor before her assured demise.
I just hope that Stone is lenient enough to give me my last rites. A bottle of imported Italian wine would be splendid before a slow, torturous death. No way out it appeared, just through one exit, the door at the far end of the room, and behind that possibly were agents locked and loaded to pump her full of bullets...as much as that would do to her other than rile her into a bloody, slaughtering frenzy before the killing blow came from undoubtedly Stone himself. She only needed to wait for the door to burst open and agents to come pouring in to take her down.
....but fate would not have it so, as...a familiar voice had entered her ears, as if from nowhere.
Mistress? Mistress, can you hear me? It's me, Camille!Camille? Darling? Rebecca perked up, realizing her sweetheart was communicating with her through her special gift, but...she had never thought it could reach through solid structures. Either way, she answered back, the voice she projected stern but soft towards her thrall,
What are you doing out of bed, my love? Go back. It's too dangerous.No! Sharply Camille interjected, surprising Rebecca.
I'm not leaving you, Rebecca! I'm getting you out of there! Even more surprising that for once Camille called her by her name. Her sweetie was deeply concerned, that much the woman could tell, but still she ordered to Camille arguing,
I will be just fine, sweetheart, but if you end up hurt, God only knows what I will do to Stone and his cronies. Please, for me, you have to go back!But again Camille fired back,
No dammit! And that's final! I'm not leaving you to die, Mistress!Rebecca, though she sighed bothersome and shook her head, a small smile crept across her lips. Camille, so willing to risk her life for the very woman she loved. Rebecca had no choice but to agree.
Alright Camille, but I'm going to punish you later for not listening to me. See if you can distract the agents outside the door while I look for another way out. There should be a ventilation duct or something I missed earlier. If I'm not mistaken, one of those agents I overheard is Monroe. I don't think she will harm you, my love, but the other agents...I'm not so sure. That last prospect had her worried, but she dismissed the thought with a shake.
Be careful, Camille. I love you.I love you too, Mistress. See you soon!And with that, their conversation ended, Camille now thinking of a way to grab the agents' attention. Surely they just suspected Rebecca was trapped in the room, which was correct, but they didn't know that. And...that was the woman they were looking for after all. An idea soon popped into her head, daring...but it should work.
"Okay...here goes..." A deep breath...and then,
"AGENT MONROE! AGENT MONROE, HURRY! REBECCA WENT THIS WAY! WE HAVE TO CATCH HER!" The girl darted from behind the wall screaming in feigned terror and dismay, grabbing the other woman by her hand and tugging her in a direction opposite the room, all the while resuming communication with the woman trapped in there,
Okay Mistress! Hurry and find a way out!Rebecca nodded upon hearing the message and snapped to it, jumping to her feet and scanning every inch of the room.
Come on, come on dammit! There has to be some way out of this death trap! Skimming the ceiling, a glint of silver caught her eyes.
Aha! Found you! A confident sneer she gave upon viewing it, the grate over a ceiling duct, but only one problem.
Now how do I get to it. There was a chair in the room, but it was too flimsy for even her to stand on. She could try moving one of the processors over towards it, but...that would make it far too obvious she escaped through way of the ceiling vent.
Ugh! I've not much time! Think, Rebecca!