Summer's Love

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

George P.O.V.

I watch from the car as Peter loads the werewolf mut into the helicopter. Once he finished loading her, Peter comes back to the car and drives the car into the covered parking area. We both exit the car, I lean up against the car and light a smoke while Peter discreetly makes our lunches. I watch Peter as he transfers our blood packets into steel cups, whining the entire time. Why do I always have to do everything?! He whined. I just scowled at him. He was sired nearly a 100 years ago, and I have hated myself everyday since I sired him. When I found Peter he was just some factory worker. Skinny, half starved to death, dirty, desperate to have better and to be something more.

It was the early 1920s in London England, the sun had just gone down. I was walking down the alleyway heading to the local pub that was supernaturally inclined. Vincet was calling for a gathering of vampires to discuss the future of vampires and our place in the world. The smell of piss, smoke, and stale beer lingered in the air as I walked down the alley, having to side step to avoid piles of trash, filth, and women of the night. I can smell the filth and disease on them ugh it's disgusting. I had just made it to the end of the alleyway when the wind whipped the smell of fresh blood to my nose. It actually smells clean, fresh, completely mouth watering. I turn my head to see where this beautiful smell is coming from, it appears to be wafting off this human sitting on the ground. I walked over to this dirty, soot covered kid who looked to be barely in his twenties, he was sitting on the ground with his back up against the building wall. He was beaten like he was in some kind of street fight, but through the mud, blood, and soot he appeared to be a dark auburn haired boy. Half disgusted with myself for thinking his blood smelt so intoxicating, I bent down and reached out to see if this kid is even alive. **Smack** I pull my hand back. DON'T TOUCH ME! The little punk spat at me. Flushed with anger, that this little twit struck me, I threw my fist at his face.

My fist is stopped centimeters from his face, I look up to see Vincent. Enough George. He coldly says. s**t! I jumped up and dusted the dirt off my suit. Sorry sir. I said quickly. We leave for the castle tonight. Vvvinncent. I stammer out. I was going to um make him dinner, um... eh is that ok? We have been made here. Drink, turn, take him with you, and leave nothing behind. He turned and walked away from us silent as the dead of night. He learned how to mask his scent so not only is he quieter than death you can't even smell him, he leaves nothing behind and nothing to warn that he is nearby. I look back to the dirty kid before me “Well kid you just got yourself the job of a lifetime”. I offered out my hand to help him up and I've been stuck with him ever since that night.

I walk to the back of the car and grab my cup from Peter. If I had known you were going to whine every day I would have killed you in that damn alley and saved myself a century worth of whining! I snapped at Peter. He rolled his eyes and huffed. We stood at the back of the car leaning against the trunk drinking our cups of blood waiting for our turn to fuel up the helicopter and take off. Peter is fidgeting with his daylight ring, Vincent gave us both rings in order to travel around the world looking for this wolf. George? What Peter? Do you think he's going to kill her? Does it matter? I asked him. Peter has always hated not knowing what Vincent has planned for this wolf, even though he has a hatred for the wolves. There have been rumors about why Vinect needs this wolf, one is that he needs to drink her blood and it will give him full access to all the abilities of his hybrid bloodlines, another is that she is his perfect true mate, and the third and last one that i've heard of is that the wolf girls parents crossed Vincent and he has vowed to kill her as punishment. Peter sighed, No George, it doesn't matter... It's almost noon, I'm going to go fuel the helicopter and check on the girl.

P.O.V

Vivan

Hospital monitors beeping. I open my eyes and quickly look around the room to get my bearings. I'm in a hospital, but which one, how did I get here? The room is a private room, bedside table to the left of me, a cup of water and some magazines laid on it. Monitors mounted on the wall behind me, a small marker board on the wall next to the door. The board has it listed that my doctor's name is Dr. Franks and my nurse is Jana and my chief complaint is syncope (passing out).

**knock**knock** Hello! I look over from the board and there's a woman in blue scrubs standing in the doorway of my room. She appears to be about mid 40s, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes and about average height. Hello. I responded back. I'm Jana. I'm one of the nurses here at the hospital, how are you feeling, Vivan? She asked. I look down at my hands and kinda wiggle my feet and move my legs a little before I respond. I feel fine, I dont think I'm hurt or anything, but I don't know how I got here, or where I am. I answer. She giggled a little at my response. Well from what I was told Nick tried to give you one of his long winded lectures and this happened. She tossed her hands up refiring to me being in the hospital. We both giggled.

Is he still here, I'd like to apologize if I startled him and to ask what he was wanting to tell me? I ask Jana. Jana just smiles at me for a moment. Yes, he is still here. I'm actually going to help you get into a wheelchair and wheel you over to another room and I think you will get alot of your questions answered. She says this smiling like she is about to just burst with excitement, like she has a secret that she is just dying to tell. Okay. I say and nod my head. I pull the light blue blanket off my legs and she helps me over into the wheelchair and she pushes the wheelchair out into the hallway. Just outside the door are two half circle desks pushed almost together leaving just enough room to walk inbetween to get to the chairs in the middle. There is a single computer on each desktop, the desks are neatly organized with file folders and station organizers. I look up at Jana. Your hospital appears to be very organized and efficient. She looks down. Well I hope so, we're the base model for all of the owners' hospitals. She smiled. Thank you, Vivan, we try to make things better for the larger hospitals like the one you work at.

Jana continued to push my wheelchair to the right around the circle desk. I see that there are six other rooms in this section of the hospital. On the outside of each door a number is painted in silver against the dark chestnut color of the door. On the back wall next to the supply room door and the hallway to the rest of the hospital there are seven monitors, only three of them are on at the moment. They appear to have the vitals and other little bits of information. The walls are white with blue trim and the floor is a white tile, and there's a silver arrow on the floor at the hallway entry point and in silver next to the arrow is a listing LAB, OB, OR, MS Hall, LOBBY, ER, CAFE. Jana pushed my wheelchair into the hallway and down to the first door.

Jana wheeled me into the office, the gold nameplate on the door said Doctor Franks. In the office there are three gentlemen before me, one standing by the bookshelves, one seated behind the desk, and the last one is seated in front of the desk, heels up on a small footstool with his hands behind his head, fingers laced. The man behind the desk introduced himself as Dr. Franks the medical director of the hospital with a somewhat calming smile. He is an older middle aged man with light grey hair, black framed glasses, light blue eyes. The man that was sitting in the chair with his hands behind his head turns to face me. Hello again Vivan. Oh! I gasped. I feel forced air hitting my face, Jana is fanning me with some papers. I look up at Jana, and she smiles at me. I know this is a lot, but this is what Nick actually looks like. Jana said, pointing over at the man in the chair. I took a deep breath in and just held it for what seemed like forever. Mr. Drone takes his eyes off the ceiling and locks eyes with me. Huuuh… I slowly let the breath I was holding out. So the crazy magic show with smoke was real?

Jana walked around the desk to the older man Dr. Franks and kissed his forehead. Dr. Franks looked up at Jana with a nervous half smile and then whispered something to her. I could see the air around her suddenly change, her shoulders dropped, like gravity just pushed down harder on her. She then straightened her light blue scrubs, turned to face me. Vivan I must go back to check on my patients, you are in good hands here. If you need me I am just down the hall, it's a bit after lunch but I will have the cafeteria whip something up for you. She just gave me a sad look then smiled and marched out of the room and closed the door behind her. Ahm. The man that was standing by the bookshelf cleared his throat, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I'd forgotten that he was there. He turned from the bookshelves to face me. Hello Vivan. He cooly breathed. His eyes appeared almost glassy like he was ready to break down in tears. I just sat there for a moment blinking, it was like my brain was trying to catch up. Hello Mr. Smithson? I said with a question in my voice.

Mr. Smithson is the owner of the hospital that I work at and many others in this portion of the country, why is he here in a meeting that involves me? Mr. Smithson is roughly 6 foot tall, slim, middle aged man. He has very dark hair, almost black, he keeps it a little long on top slicked over to the side. His eyes are a piercing emerald green, they are so bright they appear fake. He steps over to the chair across from Mr. Drone and takes his dark grey suit jacket off laying it to rest on the back of the chair. The front of his vest is a light blue with silver buttons and the back of his vest is dark grey. Mr. Smithson turns the chair, and has a seat now facing Dr. Franks, Mr. Drone and myself. He took a deep breath in and sighed heavily. Mrs. Vivan I have a lot I need to talk with you about, but first I would like to thank you.