The Alpha's Little Slave

Chapter 143: Dire Situation II

"The damn machine was sabotaged," Damon cursed out loud, jabbing a finger to the floor, despair and fury etched on every line of his limbs. My heart froze in shock. My eyes dumbly followed the length of Damon’s arm, to see exactly what he was pointing at.

My eyes widened; part of the machine that was used to scan through Blaise’s body was no longer whole; instead, it lay broken in pieces on the floor.

"Did it break halfway through the surgery?" I asked, kneeling down to take a closer look. I had to breathe through my mouth to reduce the pungent smell of blood and guts hit me more strongly.

"Worse," Damon gritted out, his eyes bloodshot. "There was goddamn silver hidden in the machine!"

"What?" Forgetting my disgust, I hurriedly grabbed at the broken parts and wiped them clean of Blaise’s blood. Underneath the red coating, it was impossible to miss the sight of bright silver at the handle.

"How could this happen?" I gasped, my hands trembling as I held onto the broken parts. Surely Nicole and Damon would have realized that the silver was present before they even started the procedure. How could they have made such an oversight?

Nicole didn’t even register my words; all her efforts were focused on keeping Blaise alive. There was even more blood than before, and Blaise’s face looked dangerously pale.

"I knew I should have never trusted humans," Damon growled out, vitriol laced in every syllable. "Some bastard replaced the stainless steel parts with silver, only to coat them with aluminum so we didn’t notice."

No one would have, since both materials had similar silvery sheens. And aluminum was safe for werewolves to touch.

"Then... with the coating... Blaise should be fine. Right? Right?" I asked, becoming increasingly panicked at the thought of Blaise’s insides corroding from within.

Damon clenched his jaw. "We’ll only know later. When I get my hands on that stupid quack doctor, I’ll rip off all his limbs and beat him to death!"

"Doctor Thomas wouldn’t have done this, he loves Blaise," I said shakily. In my mind, there could only be one culprit responsible for this mess. "I might know who did it though."

Damon turned so quickly I heard his neck snap from the strain. "Who?"

"A man called Gus. Doctor Thomas introduced us. But he didn’t feel like a man," I said. "He kept on offering to show me around. When you said that there were vampires in Everhaven, he was the first man I suspected."

Now would be a terrible time to tell Damon about Gus’s past presence in Fangborne, let alone me going off with him to explore a house in the middle of nowhere.

Damon narrowed his eyes, as though he could sense that I wasn’t telling the whole truth. "Fine," he said, immediately storming out of the room. I hastily got up and followed him.

"What are you doing?"

"I’m going to find this ’Gus’ person and see if he’s indeed a vampire. If so, I’ll rend him from limb to limb," Damon promised darkly, his eyes flashing with hatred.

I understood him perfectly; he was completely useless when it came to helping Blaise, and he needed something to take his mind off the matter. Finding and killing the culprit responsible for his brother’s condition was something he could do to make him feel like he was doing something productive, instead of sitting in worry.

"I’ll come with you," I offered, "You don’t know what Gus looks like."

"I’ll smell the stench of a vampire soon enough," Damon said, but he didn’t object to me following him to his car.

Once again, he drove like a maniac all the way to Everhaven, only this time, he made a beeline straight for the hospital, slamming the brakes and bringing the car to a screeching halt in front of its doors before storming out of the car.

I blinked. Damon didn’t even lock the doors! I quickly followed after him, just in time to see him threatening poor Elise behind the receptionist counter.

"Where is Doctor Thomas? He should be working today," Damon growled out menacingly, casting a terrifying shadow over her figure. Elise was usually cheerful, but this time, she took one glance at the near-feral look in Damon’s eyes and backed away. And why wouldn’t she?

Now, Damon looked more like a beast than a man.

"He’s not here... he called in sick today," Elise stammered weakly in reply.

Damon let out a cold sardonic chuckle. "Called in sick. What a coincidence. I guess I’ll have to pay him a home visit then." He slammed his hands against the counter in anger, causing the wood to crack.

"Damon?"

"We’re going," Damon said curtly, storming back into the car. He barely waited for me to get it before he stomped on the accelerator, this time going straight for Doctor Thomas’s house. There was no proper road for the car to travel on, but such a small detail did not stop Damon in the least.

He drove over the bumps and mowed down the grass underneath the car tires. Wildlife had the sense to dart out of our way, lest they find themselves trapped underneath a wheel and left for dead.

In no time at all, we were right outside Doctor Thomas’s house. Damon slammed his hand against the dashboard, making the car honk loudly and repeatedly. Birds that were peacefully roosting in the trees found themselves shocked out of their stupor, quickly flying away.

"Doc, you’d better open this damn door!" Damon yelled out. freeweɓnovel.cøm

"If he doesn’t, he might be deaf," I pointed out, my own ears ringing from the assault of the car horn. "Do you want to call him instead?"

I would have called him, but I didn’t get his phone number. Damon snarled and got out of the car, his phone pressed against his ear as he jabbed at the doorbell repeatedly.

"He’s not answering his damn phone," He cursed. "Open up you shitty old man! Fuck it, I’m breaking in."

"What?" I asked, but Damon didn’t wait for my reply; he simply kicked the door directly, causing the wood to shatter upon impact. I hoped Doctor Thomas would forgive us for such a rude intrusion as I followed after Damon.

Then Damon’s nostrils flared. I paused too; even if my sense of smell wasn’t as well-developed as Damon’s, there was something eerie about the state of Doctor Thomas’s house. It smelled... like blood.

We entered the living room to find Doctor Thomas sitting on his armchair, a long slit across his throat.