THE VAMPIRE CEO MATE

CHAPTER ELEVEN

London, 1950

Ryan woke up , raising his hands to shield his sensitive eyes from the bright light. Alarm arose within him when he noticed he was in a strange looking room. His eyes scanned the place, taking notice of the laboratory setting with massive computers and blinking white lights. He was separated from the lab with a transparent plastic wall. It was then he took notice of the spotless white twin size bed that stood not too far from where he laid on the floor.

Why was he here? What is this place?

Slowly he stood up, dusting his clothes off. A stressed sigh escaped his lips and he ran his fingers through his hair. Though Ryan looked calm, deep down he wasn't. Ryan paused and noticed the motorcycle hat he was wearing was missing from his head.

Releasing a frustrated growl, Ryan concluded he needed to get out of this place is quickly. Ryan began to pace around in hopes that he could remember what had happened. The last thing he could remember clearly was leaving from Sabrina and Conan flat on his motorcycle. He recalled having the intention of heading to his own flat in East London when he was surrounded by strangers also on bikes.

Ryan could quickly conclude that it was an ambush. The vague memory of the sound of his tyre being blown out flashed in his memory and then he remembered tumbling onto the pavement. The hazy image of people standing over him....their muted voices.... and then darkness.

Next thing he knew, he was here in this odd and strange room. Walking over to the plastic wall, he peered beyond it, observing a computerized sliding metal door. He had to free himself quickly because their was no telling of what would happen next. Sure enough this plastic wall will be easy to break down.

Too easy...... it might seem

Testing his suspicions, Ryan slowly touched it using the palm of his hand to touch the wall, only to be electrocuted by it. Quickly withdrawing his hand with a pained hiss. He caught a glimpse of a glowing green light arranged into symbols that offered protective magic. They had appeared for a brief second before they disappeared at the time his hand had touched the wall for that brief second.

He knew it. The walls had anti-vampire magic. Which could only mean he was in the custody of Crucifix.

The Crucifix Organization for the Hunting of the Paranormal was a group of human beings who felt the need to "protect humanity from the spawn of the Devil". Any supernatural creature fell into the category especially VAMPIRES. The hunting of the vampire was their speciality. Ryan had seen many of his own kind fall into the hands of the Crucifix.

No one quite knew when and how they became so ruthless. At their conception in 1945, they were a small group of single, middle aged men who lived with their parents and did nothing but argue about government and the occult. No one took them seriously. They were a laughing stock and joke amongst the supernatural community.

That was before they grew larger in number, new members joined and they took on a leader..... Rumors went round about the mysterious leader. He always had a hazmat suit on and a helmet. He never takes off the helmet. No one knew him. All everyone knew was that he was a force to be reckoned with. The Crucifix became a militant group.

"f**k", Ryan muttered when the realization dawned on him. Any more time spent here meant that his chances of surviving were significantly reduced. He had to get out of here...

He heard two set of footsteps approaching the room. Ryan turned his head just as the doors slid open, revealing a tall, pale, thin, balding man in a lab coat and glasses with thick lenses.

Next to him, was a shorter man. The man in the hazmat suit!!. It was the leader of the Crucifix himself.

The suit was a striking bright orange color, his black combat boots were thick and heavy and his helmet seemed impenetrable, the face window darkly tinted with a built in gas mask. Across the man's back, Ryan spotted a submachine gun that was surely loaded with bullets.

The cockiness of the humans who stood on the other side of the prison made Ryan clench his fists tightly in anger. He would definitely teach them a lesson they would never forget. No one dares to threaten him and live to see another day.

The taller man chuckled at Ryan's apparent fury. "What's the matter, Leech? Not accustomed to being powerless and frightened? Are you finally realizing how our ancestors felt while you vile creatures preyed on them? it doesn't feel good, does it? . No matter, we will put you out of your misery soon".

Ryan hissed and his body crouched as if readying to pounce.

"Too primitive and animalistic to speak, I see", the man continued.

"f**k you," Ryan muttered to the man.

At that, the bald man grew angry. "Vulgar, evil bloodsucker. You will know your place when addressing the superior race", he snarled.

Ryan chuckled, this man was delusional. "Superior race..." he scoffed. "Absolutely f*****g mental....How are you part of the superior race when I surpass you in everything? who gave you the authority to dictate who is superior?".

The man pointed his index finger to the heavens with zeal. "It is our God given right, you leech. You are nothing but sons of Satan. it is our duty as sons of God to eradicate you and your kind".

Ryan rolled his eyes. Of course he was a fanatic. He frankly had no time for this back and forth. "Alright, since you are so confident. Release me so I can show you who is truly superior".

"I do not fear you. The protection spell would fry you before you could step out of the door".

Ryan smirked. "Why don't you open the door and test your theory then?".

At this point his voice was dropped to a low rumble. The two men stared at one another in a tensed silence. The vampire could see their resolve slowly breaking.

"Just as I thought ", Ryan sniffed. "Nothing but f*****g cowards".

He shifted his gaze to the hazmat suit.

"I had no prior qualms with this organization until you started hunting supernaturals like dogs. we want nothing from you but peace but if you continue your vendetta we will be forced to retaliate".

"Are you threatening our leader?!" the tall man exclaimed. "You will be held accountable for your insolence".

Suddenly, the man in the hazmat suit raised his hand up to silence the other man. He then moved his hands upward to remove his helmet. It rose up slowly with a low hiss of built up air pressure being released. Ryan's eyes widened in surprise.

It was a woman? The leader of Crucifix was a woman! And a stunning one at that......

Ryan swore that time slowed as he observed her. When she shifted the helmet to hold it between her arm and the side of her torso, her long, raven coloured hair fixed in a single neat braid fell over her right shoulder. It contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. She had emerald green eyes, pouty lips and a round face.

The slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes along with the dark circles under them informed Ryan that she had seen some s**t. She had been jaded by her experiences even though she looked not more than twenty-five.

"Don't worry, Patrick", She spoke to the human man. Her voice, holding an obvious American accent was commanding. It was clear to Ryan that she did indeed held some authority. He was surprised that the authority was over the most infamous hunting organization in London.

Crucifix was led by a woman.....

"This leech is no threat to me".

"Leader Olivia! why expose yourself to this monster?".

Ryan piped up, "I have been of no threat to any of you and yet I have been captured and imprisoned. Am I truly the monster you greatly fear?".

The leader rolled her eyes. "Don't speak to me like you're some kind of f*****g saint. I know all about you and your evil deeds, Ryan Dragonoff. You're nothing but a lowlife, blood sucking murderer".

Ryan shrugged, "Blood sucking, yes. Though I haven't murdered anyone in almost a century". His voice dropped. "I'm considering making an exception for you nutters. I'll be thrilled to tell you exactly how I'm going to do it. You know, for your research".

"First I'll start with you, Professor Gruesome. First, I'll bash your skull in making sure it fractures under the force. Then, I will destroy your ribcage making it difficult for you to scream. Maybe even rip off a limb or two. Then, I'll pierce your neck with fangs and suck you dry. Eventually, your body will grow cold and your head light and then you will become lifeless.

He then directed his malice to the woman. "And you, the leader b***h of this gang of wankers, you will get the slow and agonizing death you deserve. I will simply grab your neck and I will squeeze it tighter and tighter until your spine and blood vessels burst. You'll be gurgling in blood and when I'm finished with you, you'll be mutilated and disposed of. After which I will continue killing until Crucifix exists no longer. What do you think of that, leader Olivia?" .

While Ryan laid out his threats, Olivia's expression had changed from a smug to an annoyed expression. Her eyes looking vengeful, "You will answer for your transgressions, leech". She growled. "Your judgement will come soon enough". And with that she turned around and marched towards the exit.

"Leader Olivia!!" Patrick called after her.

"Leader Olivia!! Are you going to let him threaten you like that? Will you not make him pay?" He gave up when the woman ignored him and the doors closed behind her. He turned back around. "Mark my words. You will pay". He then stomped out of the room after Olivia, leaving Ryan alone once more.

Ryan couldn't control his temper. Hatred consumed his mind, manipulating his body. With a fearsome roar, he stomped over to the bed , his footsteps heavy with rage. Bending over, he flipped the bed sending it flying across the prison.

Ryan eyes flew open as he woke up, emitting loud growls into his dark bedroom. He was on edge, muscle tense and his head pounding because of the dream. Even after all these years and finally found Claire, Olivia still managed to find her way into his mind.

He sat up to search for his phone. When he found it, the bright caused him to squint his eyes.

3:30am

He noted a new text message from Claire.

Lol, there is a new vampire movie out called Twilight. Do you want to check it out tomorrow after work?

He scoffed at the mention of the movie. Ryan had seen the trailers. A bunch of pale youths, jumping around in the forest claiming to be vampires. it was ridiculous! Either way, he would take Claire to see it. Merely, because she asked him to.

It was a good idea, since he was now banned from the ballroom.

He typed up a quick response and apologized for not replying on time and they would go to the movies together. He then dropped his phone and collapsed on his bed lying face up and staring at the ceiling. Ryan sighed as a feeling of guilt washed over him. He had Claire in his life so why did he still dream about his ex.

He hadn't really thought about Olivia and their relationship in years..... Decades even. He had managed to bury her deep into his subconscious. But here she was crawling her way back into his mind and he needed to push her back into her place. Nothing would get in his way of making Claire fully his. Not even his own past.