Siege At Freaktown Ch. 13

Lenny gathered the intel needed on Carlos Perez and his personal life, passing it on to Bennett as soon as possible.

"You're gonna love this, boss," he said, sharing the info through an iPad. "The guy's a cop."

"A cop?" Lloyd said.

"Yeah, Carlos Perez, FTPD. He was working at the second precinct. Born and raised in the Bronx, he served in the marines, joined the NYPD, and then took off for parts unknown."

"Took off?"

"The guy was a troublemaker on the force. Maybe they fired his ass."

"I don't understand; why move out here? How does someone like that manage to live with the freaks and get away with it? Does he have any connections that we don't know about?"

"He may have one connection; Helena Danbury, his girlfriend who's also a cop and get this, she's a vampire."

"Vampire? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, and she's pretty good at her job; at least ten arrests made in the last week alone."

The thought of a human and a freak getting intimate sickened Bennett.

"If she's a vampire," he said, "she's vulnerable in the day time."

"Exactly, and we have her location."

"Good, get on it, and if lover boy is there the better."

"Yes, sir."

Upon their arrival, Lenny and a few of his men concealed their identities in hoodies and gloves. In the elevator they had a tough time believing that vampires exist let alone killing one in person.

"Is she really a vampire like in the movies?" One guy asked.

"Why you asking, Marc?" Asked another. "You ever watch vampire porn?"

"Vampire porn? Where did you see that?"

"I saw it on the internet and it's fucking brutal."

"You're full of shit, Wayne. Those movies were probably fake."

"I'm telling you, I saw them and they're real. There's a place in Freaktown called Bite Club, and they sell bootleg copies of that type of shit."

"It's all bullshit."

"Knock it off," said Lenny. "Focus on killing the bitch so we can get out of here."

Lenny and his men broke into Helena's apartment, splitting up to check every room out. One of them entered Helena's bedroom, finding the bed all but empty with wrinkled sheets. Out of curiosity he went over to check the closet to see if anyone laid hidden, only to find clothes and some lingerie.

"Clear," said Wayne, checking the bathroom.

"Clear," said Marc, checking the kitchen.

Without anyone looking, he grabbed hold of one black teddy and took a sniff all over the lace material, enjoying its fragrance. While enjoying himself he was unaware that someone was in the room with him. Helena looked on from the ceiling wearing just a tank top and panties, in complete disgust at what the stranger had done.

"Hey, Frank." Said Lenny. "Frank, how's it going?"

"It's clear," he answered, still sniffing the teddy.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

Marc decided to look in the fridge for a drink, only to find stacks of blood packs. Disgusted at his discovery, he slammed the refrigerator door closed.

"If she's not here," he asked, "then where the hell is she?"

"She must be at the cop's place," said Lenny.

"Shit, that guy must really love vampire pussy."

Without any permission Frank took the teddy off the hanger and tucked it into his pocket.

"Yo, Frank," said Lenny, "you playing with yourself? We gotta go."

"I'm coming."

Frank could spend all day browsing through more lingerie if he wanted to, but all he settled for was the one teddy he planned on giving to his wife or girlfriend or for whatever blow up doll he had waiting at home. Helena closed the door, blocking his path with her fangs hanging out and eyes in the shade of yellow.

"Now I have to buy a new one," she said.

Frank screamed but it was short lived, grabbing the attention of Lenny and the other men.

"Frank?" Said Lenny. "Frank!"

Frank's body was thrown clear through the bedroom door, with one vicious bite on his neck for his troubles. Helena came through next, growling like a wild animal and taking cover once the shots were fired. Her entire place was being decorated in bullet holes and her furniture lost that fresh upholstery smell, replaced by the scent of gunpowder.

"Where the fuck is she?" Marc asked.

"It's daylight," said Wayne, "how is that possible?"

"Both of you shut up and focus," said Lenny.

Helena grabbed Wayne from behind, throwing him against the wall. She appeared in front of Lenny, grabbing hold of his shotgun, forcing him to fire upon Marc. The weapon was then directed under his chin and Helena pulled the trigger. The one man alive attempted to crawl his way out but Helena rolled him over while licking the rest of the blood off her lips and chin. On top of Wayne, she snarled right at his face with the urge to sink her razor sharp fangs into his jugular.

"I should kill you right now," she said, "but I have a feeling my boyfriend might need you in one piece."

Helena headbutted Wayne, knocking him out cold.

Helena contacted Carlos, telling him every detail of the attempt on her life. He arrived seeing the door ajar with damage to the lock. Slowly, opening it with gun in hand, he discovered the bodies on the ground including one with his throat opened up.

"Hel?" He said.

"I'm in here, Carly."

He followed the voice into the bathroom, catching Helena fully dressed and interrogating the shooter, dunking his head in the toilet.

"Hey, babe," she said, "want to join the fun? Say hello to our friend, Wayne."

Helena tossed him the man's wallet. Carlos looked inside, discovering a couple of twenty dollar bills, one condom, and his picture ID.

"I got a question," Carlos asked, "how come those three are dead and this one is alive?"

"The other three I had no choice, but the one I bit violated my lingerie."

"He did what?"

"Yeah, he had his snotty nose all over it. He could have used it for a hankie."

"Which one? Not the teddy I got you for Christmas."

"The very same."

"Shit, I loved that teddy."

"So did I."

Helena lifted Wayne up, giving him some air to breathe before Carlos had a word.

"So, Wayne," he began, "are you ready to talk?"

"Fuck you." He answered. "I don't talk to cops, and I don't talk to freaks."

Wayne's head went right back in the toilet with Helena slapping his hand away from the flush handle. Carlos looked over the firearms the shooters brought with them, discovering each loaded with the very bullets he feared the most.

"Silver," he said, "every weapon is loaded with silver slugs. You got lucky, Hel."

"I know," said Helena, "silver is bad for my complexion."

Carlos could handle her dark humor, but the fact that her life was in danger bothered him the most. Helena lifted Wayne's head up, giving him some time to breathe and possibly spill his guts.

"Ready to talk now?" She asked.

"Blow me," said Wayne.

Again his head was back in the toilet. Carlos could tell Helena was having too much fun torturing her would be assassin.

"What were you wearing?" He asked.

"Excuse me?"

"When they woke you up, what were you wearing? Were you naked?"

"No, I wasn't naked, you perv. I was in my tank top and panties; satisfied?"

"The pink one?"

"Yes."

"I love the pink one."

"I know you do."

Once again Helena lifted Wayne's head from the bowl, gasping for air and blowing some water out of his nose.

"Una vez mas," said Carlos, "are you ready to talk?"

"Fuck you," he answered, "and fuck her. I'm not saying shit now or later. Do whatever you want to me. I'm immune to torture."

"Oh, you're immune to torture? Did you hear that? Tell me, pendejo, are you immune to heights?"

"Immune to heights? What the hell are you talking about?"

Helena knew fully well what he had in mind.

"Colgaro por el tobillo?" She asked, impressing Carlos with her use of the Spanish language.

"Si bueno, carino," he said.

"What are you two talking about?" Wayne asked.

Carlos led the way with Helena dragging Wayne by his ankle. The day was dark and cloudy, making it fine for Carlos to open up the curtains. Without the sun shining, Helena was able to do her thing on Wayne by the window.

"What are you doing?" Wayne asked. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Helena dragged Wayne up by his collar, shoving him out the window while she hung on to his ankle with one hand.

"No!" Wayne screamed. "No! Oh, no! Please, let me go!"

"Poor choice of words, asshole," said Carlos.

Wayne changed his words quickly, seeing how high he was while dangling upside down.

"No, don't let me go!" He shouted. "Don't let me go!"

"Are you ready to talk now?" Carlos asked.

"They'll kill me."

"You should be worried about being dead right now. So, who sent you to kill my girl? Was it your boss, Lloyd Bennett?"

"Yeah, and we were suppose to kill you, too."

"Why is that?"

"You're interfering with the plan."

"What plan is that? Wait, don't tell me; kill everyone and take back the land for humankind, am I right?"

"That is our mission."

Helena had a good mind to just drop him and watch his head crack like an egg.

"Where's your boss?" Carlos asked. "Where the hell is he?"

"The motel," Wayne answered, "the motel Forth. My guys are all booked up in each room. You'll never reach his."

"We'll see about that."

A ringtone took Carlos' and Helena's attention away from Wayne.

"Where's it coming from?" She asked.

Carlos discovered the ring tone came from the pocket of the shooter with the blown head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone, seeing Lloyd Bennett's name on screen. Carlos answered it, placing it on speaker for Helena to hear.

"Is it done?" Lloyd asked, unaware Lenny was not the one answering the phone. "Lenny, is the job done? Answer me, dammit. Is it done?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Carlos, "but Lenny can't come to the phone right now because his brains got splattered all over the walls."

"Who is this?"

"It's your wake up call, motherfucker, and right now you pissed me off and you pissed my girl off."

There was a pause over the line until finally Lloyd continued the conversation, realizing who it was he was dealing with.

"You. It's you, isn't it? The savior."

"I've been called a lot of things," said Carlos, "and that's not one of them."

"How about sellout? Sellout to the human race. You really think saving these... monsters is going to change a damn thing? You don't even belong with them."

"That's my business, not yours, shit head."

"Let me tell you something, papi, if you want to die with them then that's fine with me. I won't lose any sleep over it."

"I ain't your papi, and if you want to die with your people that's also fine with me. Get yourself all prettied up because we're coming for you, puto, so be ready."

Carlos hung up on him without hesitation.

"Now we got him," said Helena.

With Helena no longer standing by the window, Carlos just realized something was missing.

"Uh, Hel where is Wayne?"

"Wayne?" Said Helena, now realizing her error. "Oh, shit."

She released Wayne while distracted by Bennett's voice over the phone. Both looked out the window, discovering Wayne was in one piece as Goliath waited downstairs and caught him.

"Good catch, Goliath!" Carlos shouted.

"He was there the whole time?" Helena asked.

"Yeah, he insisted on coming along and watch my back."