Vampire Miami (The Human Revolt Book 1) by Phil Tucker

Author:Phil Tucker [Tucker, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TransientMe LLC
Published: 2014-01-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Selah awoke. Her head pounded and her mouth tasted foul and coppery. She blinked sluggishly and realized that she was handcuffed to a chair, each wrist trapped to a steel armrest. She was back in the empty apartment. Sunlight poured in through the windows, and from the angle it looked to be late afternoon. Late afternoon? She blinked again, wishing she could rub the sleep and dried blood out of her eyes. Her cheek was throbbing, and her left eye felt tight and swollen. She tried the handcuffs, but there was no supernatural strength left to her. Just her own frail body. She rattled the cuffs, and then sank back. Her whole body ached, especially her spine from having spent who knew how many hours trapped in this chair. She rocked it experimentally. It wasn't bolted down. Not that she knew what good falling onto her side would do.

She willed herself to stop, to think. The last thing she remembered was Karl Plessy knocking her out. Some gentleman. She tongued her lip and winced. It was split pretty badly. He had been ready, ready for her attack. How predictable of her. He'd played her like an expert. Then again, he was Karl Plessy, infamous for his politics and policies, whatever those had been, and she was just a seventeen-year-old girl out of Brooklyn. No shame there.

Still, that wouldn't be good enough. She had to think. She closed her eyes, tried to ignore the pain in her head. She wasn't dead. Which meant Karl wanted something from her. He probably saw value of some kind in her ability to give emotions and take vampiric power. Which meant, if she had something he wanted, might she have some form of leverage? Selah groaned. What leverage did she have? All they had to do was threaten her grandmother.

She opened her eyes and scanned the room. Saw a hypodermic needle on the kitchen counter along with a torn pack of blue ampules. Frowned, and looked down at the inside of her elbow. Three vicious red dots along her vein. Bastards. She rattled the handcuffs, though mostly just to make herself feel better, and then sank back. Nothing to do but wait.

Nobody came for hours. The sun slowly set. Her bladder was near bursting and she felt lightheaded from thirst by the time the door finally opened. She'd expected Hector, but instead Karl himself walked in, dressed in a freshly pressed baby-blue shirt and dress pants. Shoes that shone like his eyes. He studied her, and then smiled.

"Well, Selah, first, let me apologize. What an awful way to spend the day. I know you don't care for my apologies, but I'll make them regardless. You must be needing to use the bathroom. Am I correct?"

Selah wanted to deny it, but the burning pain in her bladder prevented her from being stoic. She nodded grudgingly.

"Very well." Karl stepped forward and quickly unlocked both cuffs. "I'll give you five minutes. If you're not out by then, I'll have the door broken down and one of your arms broken.

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