Thunder was the leader of the Cleveland chapter of the Devil’s Seraphim, a Vampire Biker gang that deals in drugs, kidnapping, prostitution, rape, and white slavery. He sat in a large chair at the east wall of one of his warehouses. Dressed in leather pants, tee shirt and black jacket, the vampire’s jet-black hair was hanging over the rim of his sunglasses; at his feet was a young girl, around sixteen, a dog collar and choker chain around her neck. She whimpered and cried lying on the floor, wearing nothing but lingerie.
“Books, get in here!” Thunder yelled as he reached down and grabbed the young girl up from the floor. She screamed as he bared his teeth and bit down hard on her neck; he drained her and tossed her limp body to the side.
“Yeah, Boss!” Books ran into the inner chamber.
“Bring me that blonde we brought in last night, get her cleaned up, I want her in that pink lingerie I picked out.”
“You going to keep her, Thunder?”
“Yeah, she’s too old, our customers want only twelve and thirteen year olds, she’s pretty, I’ll keep her as my slave, she can warm my bed, until I decide to eat her.” Thunder said to his aide with a roar of laughter.
Ryan low crawled down the alley, keeping to the shadows. He spotted about eleven Harley’s parked outside. He climbed up a drainpipe to gain access to the roof. Ryan pulled out a small drill and drilled a hole into the roof. He reached into his recon bag and pulled out a small fiber optic camera, then inserted it into the hole and looked through the eyepiece. Ryan scanned the inside of the warehouse where he made out the leader giving orders to a second on the far end of it. Two female seraphim’s were dragging a young girl by a chain. They were ripping off her clothes; she started screaming as one of the female vamps shocked her with a cattle prod. They beat her and made her put on a pink teddy, and panties. She was forced to wash up and put on makeup, and then they dragged her screaming and crying to the leader in the chair.
Ryan moved silently across the roof heading to the East End, as the sun started to peak above the horizon. He quickly pulled out a two hundred-foot rappelling rope, hooked in and rappelled half way down the roof and locked in; pulling out a ring charge, he pressed it to the wall and hooked in a detonator.
The two female vamps chained the girl to the heavy chair and left closing the door behind them.
She lay on the floor shaking with fear. Thunder stood up and pulled the young girl to her feet, he smiled and stroked her hair, then pushed her down to her knees. Thunder reached down and unzipped his leather pants, the girl had a horrified look on her face, and then there was a terrible explosion as the wall behind them disappeared. Thunder turned around to see someone crash through the hole in the wall followed by sunlight. Thunder went up in flames, one hand holding his eyes, the other holding his pride. The girl jumped to her feet as the man in black stepped through the thick smoke, and wrapped a cargo strap around her waist. She held him around the neck. He pulled up ten feet of slack from the rope, took out his Desert Eagle, fired at the chain, grabbed the young girl, and dove out the window.
Ryan unhooked at the bottom, “The advantage of making your exit at sunrise is that vampires won’t follow you,” Ryan thought to himself as he carried the young girl to the truck. Ryan pulled a blanket from the back and wrapped her up, attaching her seat belt.
Ryan ran to the other side, he threw his gear in the back, and got in. The girl still in shock, staring at him and as she laid her head against the window, Ryan removed the night vision goggles.
“Who…who are you?” She questioned.
“My name is Ryan, I’m here to take you home.”
“I don’t have a home, anymore…they burned it down.”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Trisha, thank you.”
“How old are you, Trisha?”
“Those Bastards,” Ryan thought to himself.
“Trisha, is there anywhere I can take you? Are you injured…do you have someone…like family?”
“There is no one, my mom, my dad, my baby brother…they killed them all…the bastards killed them all, they said that I was pretty, that’s why they let me live. Ryan, you saved me…he was going to rape me, and then you were there, out of no where.”
“Shhhh…I’ll take you to my place, you’ll be safe there, we can talk later.”
Ryan drove west on Interstate four-eighty, and took the south ramp to State Rd. heading back to his apartment, carrying Trisha wrapped in a wool blanket. He opened the door, carried her to the back bedroom and gently laid her in the bed, covering her with a couple of blankets. Ryan ran out and grabbed his gear, before his neighbors started to get up and go to work.