CHAPTER XLII

Warren Peace parks his car by the side of the road just opposite the club, Clouds.

He arranges his suit and rubs his hair as he makes his way to the club.

He enters with the smell of holy ash around him.

His eyes pick Gabriel out at the club; he wears a black leather jacket and he seems to be having a conversation with one of the bar girls.

"I have some information," Warren says as he joins the immortal at the bar.

Gabriel turns his attention to the cop while the bar girl gets back to work.

"If it isn't the detective. What do you have for me?".

"I told you that Dracula will soon get his hands on Nightmare.

He is going to get his hands on it next week.

And I know where," Warren says.

Gabriel raises a brow as he receives this information.

"Why are you telling me this? I hypnotized you last time.

Why are you willing to help me freely now?", Gabriel asks.

"Because it dawned on me that you can do that anytime you want.

And it is my job to monitor supernatural activities in New York.

I want all of you under my surveillance,".

Gabriel laughs.

The detective looks even more suspicious now.

He swiftly veers around and jerks Warren by the neck.

He pins the detective against the counter.

"I wonder how long you will be able to do that for.

Now tell me, time and location" Gabriel says.

"Not yet. Tell me, what are you?"

"Do I have to hypnotize you again?", Warren stiffens his jaw as the sphinx makes him feel weak.

"Central Park, Manhattan" Warren reluctantly says.

"Good boy. Now fuck off," Gabriel says with a condescending tone.

Warren Peace walks out of the club with a frown on his handsome face.

The immortal should enjoy his power while it lasts.

Soon he will lose everything.

"Bonjour," Marcel appears beside Gabriel like the air itself.

"Glad to see that you are still alive," he says.

"What is it, Marcel?" Gabriel asks, "I think it's time for us to put action to our plans, my friend".

Gabriel growls as any plan involving Dracula needs Samuel to be in it.

The thought of facing his brother after what happened earlier annoys the sphinx.

"Come with me," Gabriel says and begins to head for the stairs.

John, Elma and Elena stare at the scattered living room.

Elma wears a mischievous smile as she has her suspicion about what must have happened.

Rachael is sitting on a couch with her hands buried in her face.

"Looks like two lions fought here," Elma says.

John goes to meet Rachael.

He sits beside her, "Hey Rachael, are you alright?".

She nods her head, "Hey, if there's any problem let me know. Okay?" "Yes,".

"Where is Samuel?" he asks.

"He went in," "Did he and Gabriel do this?" "Yes,".

"John, Samuel said he set up my father.

He said it was his fault that my father was killed," Rachael says with a sad voice.

John is surprised; what did Samuel do?

Damn it.

"They fought over you?" Elena asks Rachael.

John glares at her, "I think so," Elma says.

"You must be something if every vampire is trying to get into your pants," Elena says.

"What did you say?" "Not every vampire but she is right.

You must be something, Rachael McQueen" Elma says seductively.

"Who's side are you on?" John stands up for Rachael.

"And you, from what I heard you almost killed her and you are here saying nonsense.

I'm still wondering why they let you come,".

"They didn't have a choice, vampire" Elena says.

"I'm pretty sure one of the brothers has plans for you.

Pray it isn't the crazy one," Elma says.

"Um…who is the crazy one?" Elena asks but Elma just laughs and takes a sit.

Gabriel and Marcel reach the top floor.

"Good, everyone is here" Marcel says.

"Who is the pretty human?" he asks.

"Elena Martin-Tremblay, my family will be working with you guys," she says boldly.

Marcel wears a confused expression, "She is part of the hunters.

She is with us now," Gabriel says.

The old vampire wonders how the enemy became a comrade.

"We need a 'when' and 'how' to infiltrate his lair," Marcel suddenly says.

"We know Dracula's lair. We can just stage an attack and let it fail.

That way Samuel and Gabriel can get captured," John says.

His colorful long sleeve shirt hides any form of bruises he had and his face is as smooth as a baby's skin.

"Shouldn't Samuel be here for this?" Elma asks since everyone else forgot him.

"I am here," Samuel says.

The 6foot man leans against the wall at the back of the living room.

No one noticed his presence before now.

"Back to the matter, I think John's plan is good.

But there's something else.

The cop, he says Dracula is going to be in Manhattan next week.

I think Samuel and I should hit that place and get captured there," Gabriel says.

"I agree, it will also give us a chance to see what Dracula is planning.

If we go to his doorstep, he will just get us and we won't get any information," Samuel says.

"How do we know he won't come for us before next week?" Rachael asks.

"Good question. He isn't" Samuel takes off his coat, "I'm sure he has a plan.

If he was ready he would have brought hell down here," he adds.

"Whatever is happening in Manhattan must be something important, if not all his resources would have been channeled here.

To capture us," Gabriel says.

"Dracula will need a spell for his ritual, so we will need a witch" Marcel says.

"I've got that covered. I have a witch," John says.

"You, human, your people will follow us and watch.

They will wait on our signal in case anything changes," Samuel says to Elena.

She frowns at the immortal.

"And what if nothing is going on in Manhattan?

What if the information you have is a trap?" Elena asks.

"Then we have to be prepared for anything. Either way, we have to get captured.

That's the only way we are going to sabotage Dracula's summoning spell," Gabriel says.

"Quick question, what is this Dracula guy supposed to be summoning?" Elena asks.

"Not Dracula guy, Count Dracula himself.

As for what he is summoning, that is worst than him.

Le diable," Marcel says.

"The devil," Elma says.

Rachael chuckles, "Wait, what?"

"I thought one of you is to be sacrificed for your grandfather and the other for Dracula's wife.

Why are you now saying Dracula is going to summon the devil?" Elma asks.

"It is the same thing," Marcel says.

"No, it's not. Unless you are saying the devil is their grandfather," Elena jumps in.

There is silence as Marcel looks at the twins, both of them on the opposite sides of the room.

"God, no. They are the devil's grandsons," Elena exclaims.

The room is lit with confusion as they all stare at the twins.

Rachael tries to wrap her mind around the situation.

Her encounter with the supernatural just had to be with the devil's grandchildren.

"I'm telling my family about this," Elena says.

"Wait, but Dracula is a vampire" Rachael says.

Samuel chuckles, "No, he isn't. He just makes a lot of vampires,"

"Our father, Count Dracula, is a Nephilim,".