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I do not want to kill again. I am responsible for enough deaths. Carl wants to make a stand against the humans, but we cannot. We could do it but they are a vindictive species, so whether we won or lost they would try again. The Organisation has the power to do that. So we would have to keep killing. Or give in. Which would be a waste of these lives. And we cannot give up.

I keep sneaking glances at the edge of the roof as they approach, but we need to work out where they are before we escape. Carl's arm trembles under my hand, the rage of being hunted running close under his surface. He can barely keep himself from leaping up from behind the air conditioning unit and dashing across the rooftops to get at them. I breathe in his ear:

"Easy." He carefully relaxes his tense muscles. I hate this too, every advantage they have over us. They are upwind, we cannot smell them. There are as many of them as they like, we are outnumbered. They can kill us, no one would know. No one would care. Every attack running through my brain unbidden as they approach. But no. We must not attack. We must run. The escapes are numerous, but I hope to lead them away from innocent bystanders that could get caught up in the trouble. I do not want that, the Organisation is ruthless, like a toxin in a well, culling the weak.

A sound reaches us. Dogs barking. Dogs barking like they have a scent. Dogs barking like they have been ordered to get us, no matter what the damage. If the Weapon works on vampires, it must surely work on humans. The Organisation needs test subjects. And we come with no strings attached.

Carl's hands clench into fists, instinct preparing him for the fight. The humans prepare their ramp on the next building over, putting the wood over to ours.

Too late. I grab Carl's hand and sprint the few steps to the edge of the building. He stumbles as I drag him over the edge. The second of the floors rushing past is enough for him to right himself. We land on our feet.

"Lil', we have to-" I cut him off by dragging him onwards. We have to run. Run for a gap between the buildings. Run for freedom. Movement flickers in the corner of my eye. A breath. Spin to face it. Then another. And another. I turn frantically but we are surrounded.

"Too late." Carl barely utters the whisper and we draw our daggers. Stand back to back. Then a flash. Red on white concrete, the largest wall blindingly illuminated for a fraction of a second. Blue on white concrete. Red on white concrete. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Hypnotic changing colours. The Weapon in use. Red, blue, red. Carl drags my arm down. Wake up wake up. I shield my eyes but it reflects off everything, shines through closed eyelids. Red-blue-red confusion. The Weapon whines, a high-pitched frequency that lulls me further. So confused.

Why are we here anyway? Who are these people surrounding us? What are they doing to us with these ropes? Why must I walk? Why must I sit in this van? Why do they lock it behind me?

"Sleep" A voice tells me. The world is vibrating around me. Yes master. I will sleep. I am quite tired. It is late. Too late.

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I do not want to kill again. I am responsible for enough deaths. Carl wants to make a stand against the humans, but we cannot. We could do it but they are a vindictive species, so whether we won or lost they would try again. The Organisation has the power to do that. So we would have to keep killing. Or give in. Which would be a waste of these lives. And we cannot give up.

I keep sneaking glances at the edge of the roof as they approach, but we need to work out where they are before we escape. Carl's arm trembles under my hand, the rage of being hunted running close under his surface. He can barely keep himself from leaping up from behind the air conditioning unit and dashing across the rooftops to get at them. I breathe in his ear:

"Easy." He carefully relaxes his tense muscles. I hate this too, every advantage they have over us. They are upwind, we cannot smell them. There are as many of them as they like, we are outnumbered. They can kill us, no one would know. No one would care. Every attack running through my brain unbidden as they approach. But no. We must not attack. We must run. The escapes are numerous, but I hope to lead them away from innocent bystanders that could get caught up in the trouble. I do not want that, the Organisation is ruthless, like a toxin in a well, culling the weak.

A sound reaches us. Dogs barking. Dogs barking like they have a scent. Dogs barking like they have been ordered to get us, no matter what the damage. If the Weapon works on vampires, it must surely work on humans. The Organisation needs test subjects. And we come with no strings attached.

Carl's hands clench into fists, instinct preparing him for the fight. The humans prepare their ramp on the next building over, putting the wood over to ours.

Too late. I grab Carl's hand and sprint the few steps to the edge of the building. He stumbles as I drag him over the edge. The second of the floors rushing past is enough for him to right himself. We land on our feet.

"Lil', we have to-" I cut him off by dragging him onwards. We have to run. Run for a gap between the buildings. Run for freedom. Movement flickers in the corner of my eye. A breath. Spin to face it. Then another. And another. I turn frantically but we are surrounded.

"Too late." Carl barely utters the whisper and we draw our daggers. Stand back to back. Then a flash. Red on white concrete, the largest wall blindingly illuminated for a fraction of a second. Blue on white concrete. Red on white concrete. Blue. Red. Blue. Red. Hypnotic changing colours. The Weapon in use. Red, blue, red. Carl drags my arm down. Wake up wake up. I shield my eyes but it reflects off everything, shines through closed eyelids. Red-blue-red confusion. The Weapon whines, a high-pitched frequency that lulls me further. So confused.

Why are we here anyway? Who are these people surrounding us? What are they doing to us with these ropes? Why must I walk? Why must I sit in this van? Why do they lock it behind me?

"Sleep" A voice tells me. The world is vibrating around me. Yes master. I will sleep. I am quite tired. It is late. Too late.