Children of Infinity 6

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CHILDREN OF INFINITY

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For disclaimers, please see the prologue

Chapter Six

Philip Hessing was an overgrown bully who relentlessly ran off at the mouth as long as he thought his buddies were around to back him up. The uncharacteristic behavior he displayed during Logan's brief visit had been a red flare. Hessing had been much too reticent in her presence. There was no longer a question of his involvement. Logan was well aware Philip hated her more than he feared her. That hatred blinded him to many things. She almost admired his foolish bravery. It was everything else about him she couldn't stand. He was like a boat easily steered. Still, she found him only a minor annoyance; a pesky determined housefly.

What Logan really wanted to know was who the current wind behind his sail was. It was not surprising that she might have gained enemies; her arrogance and lack of loyalty to the major Dark Spawn orders and their petty codes had given rise to more than a few hackles among the organized factions. She was something other than what they were used to as far as solitaires went … they were unsure of her strengths or weaknesses, her breed or her intentions. Messengers with subtle menacing demeanors, intended to intimidate, had paid her random visits while extending invitations to feeding gatherings or some such nonsensical socials that were held for the most esteemed within the Dark Spawn hierarchy. Neither intimidated nor impressed, she'd rebuffed the invitations. It was possible that someone from one of those factions had manufactured this present invasion of her life.

The heavy drapes had yet to be drawn, allowing in the morning sun. But she could feel it's glowing warmth against her back through the heavy fabric at the floor to ceiling windows. It had been twelve hours since she'd left the island. Haven Cove was being watched and if Hessing was brainless enough to have the vials sent directly to him then once the package had been delivered, she would be notified. In the meantime, she suspected that he had a few surprises for her up his sleeve and she would hate to disappoint him.

"You know they are all behind this," a voice behind her grumbled. The large office/library of her private home suddenly seemed to shrink in size. Of course, the universe itself was not large enough to house Logan and her pale-faced benefactor as far as she was concerned. Donning a sarcastic smile, she glanced up to find him walking the length of the walled shelves, running his fingers along the spines of her collected volumes of masterpieces. He turned his most dazzling smile on her. "I warned you to bring them under control."

"Oh goody, you're back." Logan rolled her eyes with annoyance. "It's much too early for you to be skulking about, isn't it?" she smiled weakly, referring to his sensitivity of the sun. It was minor affliction but still a discomfort for his pale skin.

"Your welfare and progress are certainly significant enough to merit an exception." He grinned playfully.

"Don't trouble yourself on my account," she grumbled impatiently. She was tempted to be cruel but thought better of it and pressed a button on her desk. There was a soft hiss as the heavy fabric at the window drew closed. She pressed another button on the silver panel on top of her desk and the room was ensconced in soft halogen lighting. "In any case, I know that Philip has something to do with this and possibly Victoria, but someone else is writing the script." He snarled at her in disagreement and moved to the opposite side of her desk. Resting his hands on the corner, he leaned in close to her face. There was a minute spark of arousal at his close proximity. She didn't like it. Logan removed her legs from their comfortable position on her desktop. There was barely a whisper of movement as her feet hit the floor. She sat back in the chair, putting distance between herself and her benefactor. With her elbows resting comfortably on the armrests, she folded her hands together a few inches in front of her chin and regarded him warily.

"They all want you out of the way and you know it. Revenge for what you did to them." He argued softly but with vehemence. "Just as they were all responsible for you being beaten, raped, and nearly devoured by those boys from the Delta Gamma." Logan stood, shoving the seat away from her. She walked a little distance from Pale Face then whirled around on him with eyes that flashed her fury.

"And you were right there, all too eager to feed on my vulnerability and pain." Her sable eyes narrowed with contempt. "I remember that too."

"When I came to you that night, I unleashed but a small part of you that had remained hidden." His eyes hardened. "And we both know that there is much more lurking under the surface."

"You expect my gratitude?" she asked coldly. "My undying loyalty, because what? You managed to seduce a traumatized kid lost in the woods?"

"I saved you!" the pale creature snarled. His anger twisting his usually beautiful features into something monstrous and ghastly. Logan didn't blanch.

"You destroyed my innocence," she answered flatly.

"Your innocence was taken by that lucky bastard's cock, " he hissed viciously, rewarded by her flinch at his reminder. "But don't imagine I wouldn't have done the same thing, Logan. Oh yes, I'd have taken great pleasure in being the one to show you just how impotent your God was and how virulent I can be. It was unfortunate the bastard got to you first." Logan nearly choked on her fury, her body trembling with anger that threatened to get away from her.

"Fuck you, Carl!" The words were hissed out between clenched teeth as her face twisted into a hideous snarl.

"Don't fucking call me that."

"Get out!" She took a threatening step forward and he startled himself by retreating a step back. Angry with himself for blanching under her bluff, he brought a hand up to strike her and bracing for the blow, Logan prepared to defend herself.

"Don't touch her!" The angry cry drew both immortals' attention.

"Elizabeth, no!" Logan's warning was too late.

Caught off guard by the intrusion, Pale Face spun about. A bright red ball of energy caught him squarely center chest. Flying backwards across the room, Logan's benefactor hit the wall and then slumped to the floor. He was on his feet swiftly before Logan could intervene. He gathered Elizabeth up by the collar, holding her suspended above him as she flailed and kicked at him to no avail. His black, lifeless eyes glared into her violet pupils with intent.

"Put her down and take your hands off her. Now." Logan commanded with a deadly calm voice. "Do it." Pale Face looked towards Logan smugly as he lowered Elizabeth and brought her dangerously close to his extended fangs. Eli's eyes closed as she prepared for the feel of those sharp teeth tearing into her flesh. "I said, take your hands off her." Logan was beside him in less than an inhalation of breath. He met her angry eyes with a sneer, tempted to meet her challenge.

Pale Face turned away from her to look with disgust upon the woman in his grasp. 'It would be so easy to take this one. She lacks the hunter instinct.' His eyes bore into Elizabeth as though he were peering into her very soul. 'I know who you are, Guardian.' The darkness touching her mind wasn't icy or black but tepid and murky. It reminded her of a time when as a child she'd fallen into fetid leech-infested waters. 'Do you think you can change her? You were nothing to her then. You are nothing to her now. After all, she has been mine all these years, do you think I would allow you or anyone to take her from me?' The Asian shuddered with revulsion and flinched from the intimate intrusion.

'She's not yours!' Elizabeth pushed back with all the force she could muster. 'She never will be.'

"I understand what you see in this tasty little treat meat, Logan." He chuckled with amusement and spun Elizabeth around and pulled her back against him suggestively. He moved quickly, putting distance between them and Logan. "All that hot blood just rushing through her veins." He sniffed the side of her throat tauntingly. Elizabeth squirmed angrily against him, unable to free her hands to zing him in the face. "And so spirited." He mock shivered and laughed. "She'll be a fun one to break in, huh?" His smiled turned threatening. "How about we play a little?"

"Carl, let her go." Logan kept her white-hot rage in check. She couldn't reach the Asian before he snapped her neck. "Let her go now, undamaged," she clarified, "Or you and I will never play together again." She spoke that last with such a sultry tone that there was no mistaking her meaning and Elizabeth was stunned.

'What the hell does she mean 'play together? Surely she wasn't … She's not sleeping with this … this … this thing!'

"This one," he shoved Elizabeth to the floor roughly, "will betray you, Logan." With that said, he chuckled. "But perhaps that will be of great satisfaction. Being there when you realize I was right." He laughed again. "Then I'll stand by and watch with pleasure as you rip open her chest and feast on her deceitful heart." He gave a low bow. A small gust of wind swept into the office and swirled about his feet and legs until it engulfed his whole body and then he was gone. The breeze dissipated slowly; papers flew from Logan's desk and her eyes narrowed with minor annoyance. Carl enjoyed making an impression.

"What are you doing here?" She turned her attention to the other uninvited guest who was getting slowly to her feet.

"I ... who was he?" Elizabeth stood, regaining her composure.

"None of your concern." Logan's voice was steel. "Now what are you doing here?"

"He is the one that made you. Isn't he? Was he...?" Elizabeth racked her memory for the familiarity behind the face. 'Carl Unger! Cayce College.'

"Eli," Logan's voice rumbled warningly, vibrating from deep in her diaphragm.

"Logan," Elizabeth shivered from the brief mental link she shared with the pale-faced creature. "He's up to something." She looked at Logan intently, her eyes reflecting her worry. "There's nothing but evil within him."

"I don't need a mother!" the Huntress snapped bitterly. She stepped behind the bar and poured herself a drink, then set out another glass for her guest. "And as you've noticed," she smirked with amusement, "I'm not exactly healing the sick." Alcohol had little effect on her, but she found that pouring herself a stiff drink of whatever suited her momentary mood, acted as a ritualistic calming device. "I assume you have a good excuse for intruding in my home?" Her voice, though casual and lacking in anger, belied the look she directed at the Asian Guardian.

"Philip and Victoria are involved with the theft from the Labs."

"I know that." Logan approached her and handed her a glass of brandy. "That still does not tell me what you are doing here when I specifically said to stay put."

"They're planning something. Alex and Leslie are..." Elizabeth looked down sadly at the glass of liquid in her hand. "I don't think they really trust him, but Philip says you've created a virus. A virus that you intend to use on billions of innocent people."

"So they do have it." Logan glanced up from her thoughtfully. "Or they will have it soon." She set her drink aside.

"Logan, tell me this isn't true ... that you haven't ... You couldn't do such a thing." Elizabeth looked upon her imploringly. Seeing Logan with that pale creature gave rise to doubts and she was suddenly unsure that the Huntress was incapable of mass murder.

"What I do or choose not to do is my business. Not yours, Eli."

"Logan." She captured Logan's right hand in her own. "You can't do this. Tell me that it's not true."

"And if it is," Logan spoke harshly, her blood still burning with dissatisfied anger from Pale Face's visit. Sable eyes narrowed with accusation bored into nervous violet. "What will you do? Join your friends in meeting their deaths at my hand? Would you stand against me, Eli?" She gripped the woman's wrists with brutal strength, dragging a gasp of pain from the Witch's lips. Elizabeth's glass thudded to the floor at their feet. "What would you do?" She snarled the question and pulled the woman up against her. "Tell me," Logan grinned and lowered her head until their lips were a breath apart. "What could you do?" she whispered throatily and then their lips met.

The soft groan Elizabeth emitted was a delicious lure for Logan to continue what she started. Thrusting her tongue past parted lips, Logan began an aggressive exploration of the Asian's mouth. Stroking upward with the plundering, salivating muscle, she caressed the roof of Elizabeth's mouth. She celebrated the woman's receptiveness because she knew that inwardly Elizabeth battled against it. Yet it took no magical enthralling to get such a fiery response from the witch, only their mutual attraction.

The Asian struggled to free her wrists from Logan's grip and once freedom was gained her arms encircled Logan's neck and she pressed closer, hungry for Logan's assault to continue. Logan's arms dropped to the woman's hips, lifting her effortlessly from her feet; this show of strength further inciting Elizabeth's desire. A whimper vibrated in her throat as the Huntress' tongue began softly stroking her own, coaxing the tremulous organ into an erotic dual. Logan drew on it with slow but firm suction. Elizabeth's response was dragging her nails across the back of the Huntress' neck.

Logan hissed sharply, tore her lips from the witch's delectable mouth and lowered them to her enticing throat. The pulse there was strong and fierce. Instinctively, Elizabeth allowed her head to fall back, exposing more of her neck and throat for Logan's enjoyment. Elizabeth was in a dangerous place but her body had always responded instinctually to Logan's touch and every part of her ached so for this communion with Logan. She always had.

She knew what she wanted. Yet, as badly as she wanted this, she wasn't ready to make that final sacrifice. She knew what Logan ultimately desired. For Elizabeth, that meant giving up too much of herself. She trembled with arousal and fear as sharp fangs grazed the skin of her throat. Her arms lowered instinctively and she grasped Logan's biceps and cried out in euphoria when those fangs raked teasingly across her flesh once more.

She gasped breathlessly, "Logan! Please stop!" The arms holding her froze as if suddenly paralyzed. She closed her eyes, prepared for words of anger or for Logan to ignore her plea. She expected perhaps even to be flung violently into the nearest wall. She did not expect the soft kiss on the lips. Logan lowered her gently.

"Step away from me slowly." Her voice was harsh and raspy. Elizabeth moved from the cradle of the woman's arms as instructed but she had no intention of leaving until she understood what was going on. Logan placed more distance between them. "You should leave."

"Logan." Elizabeth spoke earnestly.

"Eli," Logan warned hoarsely, and Elizabeth gazed up into glowing eyes. She swallowed reflexively. "Get out."

"I have to know what's going on." Logan shook her head solemnly and her eyes unreadable as she took a ragged breath.

"I said get out." Logan's took a threatening step towards her and Elizabeth flinched. "If you don't leave now, I will hurt you." It was apparent that something was wrong. Logan's body was trembling with her effort to remain in control. The fabric of her pale green cotton shirt was stretched against the straining muscles of her arms.

Elizabeth considered Logan's warning and nodded quietly. The decision to leave was in conflict with her need to stay and ensure the woman was all right but if Logan lost control she knew she'd never be able fight the powerful creature off. And worse still, she wasn't sure she would want to.

"Logan, I'm sorry," Elizabeth offered with genuine remorse.

"Hessing is going to be a lot sorrier that he involved himself in my affairs."

"Logan." Elizabeth tried to reason softly, making one last appeal. She moved forward tentatively and placed a gentle hand on Logan's forearm and then lightly squeezed. "Don't make this a mission of revenge. The others don't know what he's playing at Logan, they aren't..."

"Very smart," Logan finished the sentence cutting the woman off, "if they've allowed him to cloud their judgments again. I will not be trifled with, Elizabeth."

"You know Alex and Leslie are not like that, Logan. While it's true they may not particularly like you, they don't hate you and if they have decided to take a stand with him on this, it's because they are afraid he may be right about your intentions."

"Philip Hessing is responsible for the murder of a friend. Don't tell me I have no right to vengeance, Elizabeth." Her eyes flashed with fire. Elizabeth was shocked by the revelation.

"But the others are not, Logan. Don't punish them for trying to do the right thing."

"I wonder, Elizabeth," Logan's tone was acid, her expression cold, "would they argue so passionately on your behalf." Her eyes noted with satisfaction the flash of hurt in the witch's eyes at that question. They both knew the answer to that.

"When will you confront them?"

"I want to give it time to ensure Philip has the vials before I go to him."

"He may have gotten them by now and transporting them..."

"No. I'll know when he has them. He won't let them go until he can find away to see for himself what it is he has acquired." Logan's hunger began to reassert itself and her eyes glowed mildly enough to alert Elizabeth of the change. Logan pivoted and moved abruptly, putting distance between herself and the beautiful Asian witch. Her ears picked up the unmistakable quickening in the cadence of Elizabeth's heartbeat as well as the slight increase of respiration. Arousal was an automatic response among the Dark Spawn to another's bloodlust.

"You should leave now," Logan informed her hastily, the hardness in her voice evoking a twinge of ache in the witch's heart. "Don't involve yourself any further in this, Eli," Logan hissed the warning, almost certain the witch would ignore it. Elizabeth walked quickly into the foyer and out the front exit and with a brief glance at the door closing behind, her she left.

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She pulled the hood of her shirt up around her head, allowing herself to pass for any other common street urchin. Logan shoved her hands deep into her pockets. People brushed past her without so much as a cursory glance; everyone was busily walking to and fro in a hurry to get absolutely nowhere, eyes trained straight ahead or lowered to their owner's shuffling feet, afraid of making eye contact with other passersby.

Humans had become a dispirited race. There wasn't much faith in anything among them. She studied the shuffling figures crowding the sidewalks on their way from work or visiting some relative or friend, all of them hurrying to get to the safety of their homes or some public place like a pub or restaurant - anywhere that was safe and off the street. They scuffled along; arms huddled tightly to them as though they were chilled even though it was early August. There were dazed expressions among them, blank and empty as though these mortals could feel their reality slipping away from them. Logan gave a moment's pause to the thought. They were frightened people.

The Huntress couldn't blame them really. Amidst the backdrop of imposing high-rises and foreboding towers that loomed, dominating the skyline and blocking the sun like hostile giants, humans resembled lost, disconsolate children. Life within the city limits was shadowy and gray.

She was surprised by the pity she felt for them. Humans were weak, desolate and fragile. They were the hunted. And on some level they had to be aware of that.

The gnawing pain in her abdomen drew her attention from the 'quandary of humankind.'

Logan's hunger was clawing at her like a desperate captive. She could have taken the witch and she had no sound excuse for why she hadn't, except for that soft plea the Asian woman had uttered. Still, Logan knew she had taken others even as they had pleaded for her to spare them, their cries for mercy ringing in her ears had fueled her hunger. So why had she given in to the Elizabeth's soft cry of, "Logan! Please stop!"?

An angry rumble rose from her belly to escape her lips in the form of a growl. 'Why am I even having this argument with myself? Not that it matters anyway since I didn't take her, and if I don't feed soon I'll very likely tear this whole city apart.' The truth, she grumbled internally to herself, was that she was angry for letting the Witch get under her skin. She wanted Elizabeth. She wanted to control her, to own and dominate her, to show the witch just how strong Logan was and she wanted the Guardian to beg for it.

Those unusual violet eyes called to her and she was unsure whether it was true passion or the woman's witchery. She wanted to possess the woman completely; all of her, body, spirit, mind, and soul. Thoughts like that were dangerous, right now particularly with the mutagen still running amok in her system. Logan couldn't afford to let her carefully constructed control slip. If she could ride it out and keep herself sufficiently nourished she was certain that in a few days the effects would wear off. But she could not put herself in situations that allowed her to lose self-control. She should have fed long before now but it was risky to begin a habit of hunting by daylight. So she had waited till dusk before setting out in search of food.

'Now in particular, I have to stay focused. Once I get those samples back I have to destroy them. Keeping them around now for further study is not an option. Too dangerous.' At least, she smiled with a modicum of victory, she had retained her copy of Sabrina's notes and the files on the various demons and dark spawns they'd tested over the years.

Logan paused, hearing the faint sounds of a struggle coming from an alley a few blocks ahead. 'Possibly a mugging,' she mused as her ears tuned into the sound. 'More than one, … well, it appears I get to feast well tonight.' She chuckled softly, 'and maybe play the hero, at least for a few minutes.' Speeding her footsteps, she was soon upon the alley.

From a darkened corner she quickly made out three men administering a severe beating to a young man in a business suit. The victim was bound. 'Oh well,' she sighed, only marginally disappointed. She had hoped that the helpless victim was a woman. 'Of course,' she chided herself, 'if you had been paying better attention to your surroundings and less to carnal intentions towards a certain Asian beauty, you would have known that.' She laughed at herself as she entered the alleyway. 'After all, it's only sex.'

"Perhaps you boys would like a more interesting challenge." She spoke calmly as she approached them. Her eyes illuminated as they turned to watch her advance. The three muggers were Vampires. 'Now why would they be silly enough to encroach upon my hunting grounds?' "Oh dear." She smiled as they encircled her, forgetting their bound victim and letting him drop helplessly to the ground. "Slim pickings tonight, fellas?" She grinned wolfishly. "One pathetic mortal for three hunters. Seems hardly worth it." She cocked her head to the side, mimicking an inquisitive cat.

"More like bait," one of the vampires growled in response. He was a particularly menacing looking brute, as tall as Logan, muscular and dark haired. The other two were pale and scrawny by comparison, but vampiric strength more than compensated for what they lacked in height and weight. Logan's smug grin did not deter her attackers. 'Philip, if this is the best you can do, you've got a lot to learn.' She allowed them to press the attack. They encircled her, closing off any avenues of escape and began lunging at her tauntingly. Logan sighed deeply after a time, bored with the game. One of the smaller Vampires rushed at her, thinking to catch her off guard. He extended his sharp claws to swipe at her throat. Logan spun about, pushing his arm aside with little effort. It had been like swatting a gnat. Her right hand rose with just as much effort as she would have given to such an insect, brushed his hand aside and she trapped his arm between her right hand and left and snapped his arm in two.

A howl erupted from the creature's throat. She then used his body like a two-by-four and swung him around, causing his feet to catch one of his friends, the tall brute, in the throat, tearing a gaping hole there. She swung her captive again, aiming low and swiping the right leg out from under the third Vampire. She brought her left boot down hard on the same leg, pinning the vampire in place. The Huntress sliced downward with her free hand and severed the limb from the pale body with sharp claws. Logan threw her head back and emitted a shrill scream of victory and she savagely drank from her immediate captive before turning on the Vampire with the ripped throat. The last of the three was trying to crawl his way to freedom, leaving behind a trail of blood from the bleeding stump. She stalked him, toying with her prey as he whimpered, trying futiley to escape and then trapping him in a corner between a huge trash bin and a wall, she drained him slowly.

She decapitated the bodies. Logan had no intentions of ever letting them walk among the undead again. The corpses disintegrated quickly, leaving only a sulfurous fume and ashes behind.

The pull of old urges returned, along with the primal drive to run through the night coated in blood, drinking in the screams and terror of one victim after the next. The Huntress shook with effort to contain those wild cravings. The city was not the place to surrender to such dark urgings. Logan felt a sharp jolt of heated arousal in her loins. She settled into a tiger-like crouch and listened carefully to the wind. Shuffling and whimpers to her right brought her attention to the young man she had just rescued. 'I'd almost forgotten him. Nice little bonus package.' He was in shock.

The captive who had been in too great a distress at the bestial murders he had just witnessed cried out in fear when Logan turned her eyes upon him. His eyes wildly moved over her long menacing form, as it remained crouched close to the ground. "Well, lucky, lucky." Her voice had a gravelly and less than human quality. "Aren't you lucky?" She moved towards her new prey, slithering towards him on the ground like a snake.

He was shaking violently, his whimpering beginning to resemble the mewling of a cat. "Oh, you are a pretty one." She stroked his bruised cheek. "Perhaps I shall take my time with you." The man cried out again, realizing with a certainty that his savior was no hero at all and he would not survive the night. "Oh no, no. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh." She smiled, baring a bloodied pair of fangs. "Be a good boy now and I promise you, you'll die with a smile on your face." With that she was up on her feet, lifting the man so that he was standing and facing her.

"What are you?" The whimpered question received no response. "Why are you going to kill me?" Logan studied him, sniffing the air and inhaling the strong scent of fear on him. She had thought to take him someplace quiet but delaying her gratification was no longer an option.

"Shh." She placed a finger to his lips and smiled when her prisoner realized his vocals no longer worked. She looked at the entrance of the alleyway. No one these days were brave enough to investigate the screams for help. "No fear." She grinned wolfishly. "No one will be interfering with us."

She pinned him against the wall with one hand and with the other quickly divested herself of her blood soaked clothing. She cut the man's ropes and growled, "you will not run." She smirked with satisfaction as she watched her victim's muscles tense as he prepared to do just that. "Feet won't obey your thoughts, will they?" she questioned and smiled cockily. She ripped the clothes from him brutally. "You're going to find that your voice has returned. But you won't be able to do much more than whisper."

She ran a nail along the side of his buttocks and he shivered, horrified by his arousal. "When you do finally scream …" She moved her hand along his muscular chest and pinched his nipples playfully, eliciting a soft keening from his lips, "You'll be screaming your satisfaction in my ear - and you'll be dying." His eyes widened and filled with tears as she moved one hand from his thigh and grasped his erection. "Pleasure now," she mused out loud and her features twisted into an ugly snarl as Philip Hessing came to mind. "Business later."

A soft whimper of pleasure was the only sound her captive uttered as she lowered him to the ground, the evidence of his arousal still growing in her palm. Logan's lips were poised at his neck as she released his erection and lowered herself down onto it none too gently. No longer needing to see the duel between horror and pleasure in her victim's eyes, she drank at leisure from his neck and took her pleasure from him.

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She could do nothing but hope that Logan was reasonable enough to just take what she wanted and leave. Philip was a fool if he didn't think Logan could do just that. Of course, Elizabeth reasoned, he and the others had not known about some of Logan's other existing abilities before she had changed. They had no idea what they were up against. She wasn't a vampire and neither was that strange pale creature that had transformed her. 'It's late.' She escaped from her thoughts long enough to look around her and realize that indeed nightfall was upon her. She sat a top the roof of Gateman Plaza; at two thousand and ninety-four feet it was the one of city's tallest building.

The city lights were bright and the sounds of vehicles with blaring horns and an assortment of loud music swarming the streets below penetrated her pensive mood and the abruptness hurt her ears before she could adjust to the sound. 'She'll have left for Haven Cove some time ago.' She had felt Logan's last feeding and satiation. It had been the most primal feeding Elizabeth had ever experienced through the Huntress in a long time - 'and risky. But why four kills?'

Logan had taken her time with that last one and in a very dangerous place. She could have been discovered but for Logan that merely heightened the enjoyment. Elizabeth couldn't ignore the sexual tension that had been building in the Huntress. She couldn't ignore the arousal and pain she experienced because of it. And knowing that Logan was in some filthy alley, taking her pleasure with her latest hunt - it hurt like hell. But then it always hurt. Much of what she felt, due to her eternal link with the beautiful predator, was pain and heartache. 'I have to let that go.' Her thoughts refocused on the major problem at hand. Preventing Logan from at least killing Leslie and Alex.

'Damn it!' Elizabeth paced along the ledge of the roof, not bothering to look down and take note of how close to the edge she was. This was her thinking place. And right now she was thinking that it was important to go back to the island. 'To keep Logan from doing ... What?' she questioned herself, 'doing something she'll regret?' Had Logan ever experienced regret? And why would she regret killing Philip or the others for that matter? 'With Philip, at least, she has good reason.' The others Logan would merely justify as simply business and nothing personal.

'And why does it matter? It's not like Logan hasn't killed before. It's not like I haven't drank blood on a regular basis. But this is different - these are people that we know. These are ... Goddess, I can't even really call them friends.' Elizabeth shoved her hands down into the pockets of her jeans. The wind was blustering and fierce but she kept her balance.

A heavy sigh issued from between her lips. There was also the little matter of the virus. It had to be destroyed. She could hardly fathom Logan wanting to create a virus but to think that it was now out and loose in someone else's hands, Philip's even. Elizabeth shuddered at that thought. What she didn't get, was what had suddenly prompted Philip to have Dr. Sabrina Houston watched and how had he known to make a connection between the woman and Logan?

Elizabeth's brow furrowed in consternation. She had to get back to that Island. She leapt from the ledge and allowed the wind to carry her to her destination.

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