He feels her as he rushes through the air. Her fear first , and then her pain.
He tries to keep his own emotions contained. For her sake and for his own. Trying to think of the best way to attack the situation. But all he can think of is how the Magister looked at Pam, back in the eighties. How he looked at Eric last he was at Fangtasia. His desire for a public execution.
They've turned off the neon sign outside and the 'Closed' sign is still up. He keys in the code, his fingers a blur, and then he is running, running, through the empty hallway and down the stirs to the dungeon. He can hear them.
"Let her go!" His voice sounds strange to his own ears. "I am who you want. But I have been framed."
He can hardly manage to look at the Magister because of Pam. Her smoking flesh. The agony in her eyes.
He can feel a slow trickle of panic. Because this is the extent of his plan. To somehow convince the Magister that he's got the wrong vampires. He just doesn't know how.
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He tries to keep his own emotions contained. For her sake and for his own. Trying to think of the best way to attack the situation. But all he can think of is how the Magister looked at Pam, back in the eighties. How he looked at Eric last he was at Fangtasia. His desire for a public execution.
They've turned off the neon sign outside and the 'Closed' sign is still up.
He keys in the code, his fingers a blur, and then he is running, running, through the empty hallway and down the stirs to the dungeon.
He can hear them.
"Let her go!"
His voice sounds strange to his own ears.
"I am who you want. But I have been framed."
He can hardly manage to look at the Magister because of Pam. Her smoking flesh. The agony in her eyes.
He can feel a slow trickle of panic.
Because this is the extent of his plan. To somehow convince the Magister that he's got the wrong vampires.
He just doesn't know how.