Blood red love by Dripping Creativity

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Vidar rolled his shoulders to get his muscles to relax before they got started with the interrogation of Millard’s man. Something was off. It had been almost impossible to get hold 

anyone associated with Millard’s organisation and the phone Vidar had collected had stayed silent. But now, this little weasel had popped up from nowhere and made a blip on their radar. It felt arranged. Caine had agreed with Vidar. They both felt it. Caine had event offered to be the one leading the interrogation, in case the man had something hidden in him. They had run tests and scans and couldn’t find anything of the sort. Vidar looked at his clock as he removed it. Charlie would be on her way home by now. She would be safe with Caine, and that was all that mattered. A groan made Vidar look at the vampire tied to the chair in the middle of the empty room. A smile crossed Vidar’s lips. He liked the fact it was a vampire. It meant he didn’t need to hold back. Even a turned vampire, like the one in the room, would be able to live through intense torture. Vidar rolled up his sleeves and took his phone out and placed it next to his watch and folded the jacket on the small table. His phone buzzed, and he saw Charlie had sent him a message. He read it, answered and frowned at her reply. It seemed Charlie had the same feeling that he and Caine had. It made his conviction that something was wrong stronger. He smiled a genuine smile as he saw her last message and put the phone down. Time to get down to business. He had barely begun. The man in the chair hadn’t even started to scream yet, when Vidar’s phone started ringing. His man who stood by the table held it up so he could see the caller ID. Vidar froze as it shoved it was Charlie who was calling. Something was wrong. We wiped his hands on the man’s shirt and answered his phone. There was no reply. The only sound he could pick up was the sound of Charlie’s heavy breathing. Something cold clenched down on his heart as fear became the prominent feeling in his body. Vidar called out for Charlie repeatedly. Until she finally answered and Vidar could breathe again. Then he heard her voice and his breath was lost again. She was terrified in a way he had never heard. He would have given everything to be at her side, to ease her terror, make her feel safe. If she couldn’t see Caine nearby, something bad was going down. He was soundlessly giving his men order by hand gestures as he lay the plan out for Charlie. He just needed her reassurance that she would do as he told her. Instead, he got her scream and the sound of thuds and then of glass breaking. It was all he needed to know that someone had got into the car that was supposed to be Charlies last defence. She was alone and she was vulnerable. He was just about to leave the room when the main in the chair started to laugh. 

“Millard has a message for you. He says; Go fuck yourself. I have your woman. She is mine. now. And soon I will have everything else you hold dear. It will all be mine,” the man said. 

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Vidar glared at him. It was a setup. He walked over to the man, his hand closing around his 

throat. 

“The baster of a master you have is nothing. He is filth and he will never be anything else. If he was any kind of vampire or of a man, he would know that without Charlie, there is nothing else I hold dear. For her sake, I would burn everything else I own. I would burn the world to ashes as long as it meant she would be safe by my side. I wish I could send my message back to your master with you, but you will have to deliver it for me when you see him in the afterlife. It won’t take him long to join you.” Vidar ripped the throat out of the man and for a heartbeat he watched the terrified vampire struggle to inhale while the red blood oozed down his front. Then Vidar remembered he had limited time, and he ripped the head off the man, recklessly tossing it to the side. One of his men handed him a water bottle and then a towel to get the worst of the blood off his hands. “Locate the main car. I want to know where it is and I want our men descending on the site within a minute,” he shouted as he left the room, not waiting for a reply. The coordinates were sent to his phone before he had left the building. They surprised him, as they weren’t along the usual path the car took to get home. Taking a car or a vehicle of any kind would take too long. Vidar and the men following him broke into a run. They split up and made sure to keep out of the way of humans. Vidar stopped in front of the wreckage of his car. A mini van had pushed it up on the walking path beside the road. A passenger window was broken and the place was abandoned. “Find anyone who can tell me what happened!” Vidar roared. It didn’t take long for one of his men to drag. a half conscious Malcom from the car. Vidar could tell he had to struggle to stay awake. 

“Someone hit… froze me… couldn’t move… they took… her… tried… couldn’t… forgive… giant… Min,” Malcom forced out as he looked at Vidar. Vidar wanted to break something but nodded, and his chauffeur closed his eyes. 

“Where the fuck is Caine?” Vidar called out. 

“There is an unconscious woman in the minivan, sir,” a vampire told him. He nodded and walked over to have a look. The woman looked like a regular soccer mom. She was slumped over the wheel with a gash on her forehead. It looked plausible, but Vidar’s eyes found the details that showed him it was staged. The way the bruising on her forehead didn’t quite match the steering wheel, the way the fibres of the seat indicated she had been pushed in sideways, the fact the steering wheel didn’t have a smear of the cheap makeup on it. These things would probably go unnoticed by the cops. He didn’t care. He hardly felt the slight sting of sympathy for the woman who would have her life turned upside down for no fault of her 

own. 

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“Boss!” another of his men called. He was by his side in seconds, and Vidar found himself looking down at his best friend. Caine was hidden behind boxes and trash bags. There was an open wound in his chest where blood had run out. The red liquid pooled around Caine, and Vidar thought for a moment he had lost his best friend. But he noticed the slow rise and fall of Caines chest. 

“Medic!” Vidar called as he crunched down beside the man that was like a brother to him. His voice seemed to awaken Caine. His eyes fluttered open, and they locked onto Vidar’s. 

“Charlie.” Caine wheezed. 

“We’ll find her. Rest, Vidar told him, placing his hand on Caines shoulder. 

“I couldn’t.” Caine started, but Vidar squeezed his shoulder to make him 

stop. 

“You did what you could, I know.” Caine looked to struggle to speak. 

“Min, shot me, he finally said before he went limp. The medics that rushed in to tend to him reassured Vidar he wasn’t dead and most likely would stay alive. Vidar thought back to what Malcom had said. He had also mentioned Min’s name. Vidar had thought the driver simply was trying to tell Vidar the best way to find Charlie was to let Min track her. But what Caine had revealed put it into another light. Did the clan have more than one traitor in their midst? He took out his phone. As soon as Jun picked up, before he could greet Vidar, Vidar felt his rage take over. 

“If you have so much as laid a finger on her, I will flay you. Watch your skin grow back and repeat it all over again until you beg me to end your miserable existence,” Vidar hissed. There was a total silence on the other end. 

“What are you talking about? Why are you threatening me?” Jun asked. He sounded shocked and angry. 

“Charlie. What have you done to her?” Vidar asked. 

“Vidar, you know I wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t do that to you, and I would never to that to her. 

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“Then tell me why Min just shot Caine and grabbed my imprinted one? We all know she doesn’t move a muscle unless you say so. I will get Charlie back, no matter who or what I need to level to the ground,” Vidar told him. 

“Charlie is gone? Why do you think Min has something to do with all of this? You aren’t making sense, Vidar.” 

“Both Malcom and Caine identified Min as being part of the group that took Charlie.” There was a long curse in a language Vidar didn’t understand. The way Jun was reacting, Vidar was starting to accept his clan brother had nothing to do with this. 

“We will get her back,” Jun told him. “And if Min was involved, I will hand her over to you to do with as you please.” 

“Even if I hand her over to Liwei?” Vidar asked, there was a deep sigh on the other end. 

“If that is how you would like it, then so be it.” 

“Gather the others. I will make sure everything is taken care of here and then I will join you. We need to get her back as soon as we can,” Vidar said. There was a pause. “She is only human,” he added in a voice he had trouble holding steady. 

“I know, my friend. We will find her and we will see the blood of the ones who took her run read on the streets for their crime,” Jun wowed.