Mia Gideon smiled, showing off the pair of long fangs between her lips.
She remained focused on the mirror in front of her and reached up to unclip the fangs from her teeth. She turned to look at the dentist standing behind her, “They look great.”
He handed her a small glass case, “Just keep them safe and take care not to swallow either of them.” The dentist looked at her sceptical expression, “It has happened.”
Placing the fangs in the case, Mia approached the coat stand near the door and slipped the case into the pocket of her coat. Taking it down from the stand, she put it on. “Well, I won’t need them until Thursday. The only scene I’m doing tomorrow is where I get wined and dined by Peter before he bites me.” She began to turn the door handle and pulling it open, stopping with the door half open as she glanced back. “Do you want me to send Linda in on my way out?”
“Sure, go right ahead.”
Stepping out into the short passage, Mia paused in the reception and talked for a short time with the blonde waiting in one of the chairs.
After the blonde had got up and began heading to the surgery for her fang fitting, Mia headed outside and along the street towards the nearest bus stop.
Turning the corner onto the next street, she saw a group of teenagers standing between her and the bus stop. Getting nervous as she approached them, she noticed two of them move to lean against a battered grey van parked just in front of the bus stop.
Starting to walk faster to get past the group, Mia was grabbed from behind by a girl in her late teens. Attempting to struggle against the girl’s grip by kicking and screaming, she felt something damp being placed over her nose and mouth.
Mia’s struggling beginning to subside as the chloroform took effect, one of the teenagers leaning against the van pulled open the side door. “Be careful with her, the Master doesn’t want her hurt.”
Watching her friends loading Mia into the back of the van, the girl became aware of a man in his forties heading towards the group. Shoving her hand into the pocket of her jacket, she gripped the handle of the flick knife.
Moving to intercept the man as he got closer, the girl pulled the blade from her pocket and gripped the back of his collar for support as she thrust the blade forward into his chest.
Pushing him away with the blade still stuck in his chest, the girl rushed into the back of the van, hitting the driver on the shoulder. “Go.”
Her eyes beginning to open, Mia focused on the brick wall that she was facing and rolled over on the torn mattress that she had been dumped on.
Seeing a closed iron door near the bottom of the bed, she staggered to her feet, still feeling a little unsteady from the effects of the chloroform. Reaching the door, she peered through the small opening in the centre of the door, focusing on the girl sitting at a table at the far end of a cellar reading something that was laid out on the table.
“Hey, you.” Mia shouted across to the girl but she remained looking at whatever she was reading.
“They got you too.”
The Italian accented voice made Mia look towards an opening in the wall opposite the bed and a face she recognised. “How long have you been here?”
Tessa Milano placed a hand on one of the bars in the opening between the two cells, “Since yesterday I think, they grabbed me just after I was finished having my fangs fitted.”
“That’s when they got me too.” Mia returned to the door and looked out at the girl still reading, “It’s like they knew where we were going to be.”
Heading through the double doors into the lobby of the block of flats, Hannah Davies headed up the stairs until she reached the second floor.
Pushing her way past another door, she continued walking along the towards her flat, tapping her fingers across the top of the safety rail on her right.
Almost reaching the door to her flat, she stopped when the door to the neighbouring flat opened and a man emerged.
Focused on locking the door behind him, Robert Harris walked straight into Hannah when he turned away from his door.
Apologising to her, he continued past her and only stopping when he heard her closing the door after she had entered her flat.
Hurrying back to his flat, Robert rushed inside and closed the door behind him. Heading straight into the lounge, he sat down on the worn couch and opened a folder resting on the table between the couch and the electric fire.
Selecting Mia’s photo from the four pictures in the folder, he leaned back on the couch and began staring at her face.
Watching the girl finally finish reading and leave up the stairs, Mia removed one of her shoes and reached through the opening in the door.
Trying to hook the heel onto the bolt, she succeeded on her third attempt. Taking care not to make much noise opening the door, she took off her other shoe and stepped out into the cellar.
Heading straight for Tessa’s cell, Mia unbolted the door and opened it. “Come on.”
Crossing the cellar floor in silence, Mia stopped by the stairs and looked up at the closed door at the top.
Emerging from her cell, Tessa was halfway across the floor when her face contorted with pain and she clutched her stomach.
Turning when Tessa fell to her knees and then onto her back, Mia rushed back towards her. “What’s wrong?”
Tessa’s breathing became heavy, the expression of the pain explicit on her face. “God, it hurts.” She placed a hand on Mia’s shoulder moments before she stopped moving.
“Tessa?” Mia’s voice trembled with fear.
She reached out and shook Tessa’s shoulder, but Tessa’s lifeless eyes remained staring back at her.
Pulling down the turtle neck to expose Tessa’s throat, Mia saw the two wounds on Tessa’s flesh, each with a trickle of dried blood emerging from them.
Placing her hand over her mouth after feeling for a pulse that was no longer there, she took a few steps back from Tessa’s body.
The thought of leaving Tessa behind upsetting her, Mia turned her tear stricken face back towards the stairs and forced her feet to take a few steps forward.
Behind her, Tessa’s head moved until eyes devoid of any humanity focused on her.
Tessa rose to her feet without making a sound, “Bitch, you were going to leave me here.”
The voice that was once so caring and was now full of venom made Mia turn to see Tessa back on her feet. “I...”
Taking a few steps forward, Tessa smiled, long fangs becoming visible between her lips and Mia getting the uneasy feeling that they were not the clip on fangs provided by the dentist.