Chapter 95: The Morgue: Part One

"We're here," Gabriel muttered. 

Esme had been staring into his eyes the entire journey of the elevator ride. Gabriel seemed to calm the panic that rose inside of her each time she entered the golden caged lift. Even when she closed her eyes, her heart would thrash against her chest, and she'd feel overheated and feel lightheaded and want to faint. But something about Gabriel, his crystal blue eyes and those peculiar red specks always entranced her. 

Gabriel stepped away from Esme to undo the elevator door. They stepped out into a long hallway, the floors white marble and the walls white. The smell of bleach was strong in the air, and Esme wondered if there was more to this building than what she knew of. It was rather clinical-like she was entering a luxurious hospital but with no furnishings or paintings on the walls and, of course, no windows.

"Well, duh, you're going to a fricken morgue!" Isana suddenly popped up, and the she-wolf could feel her presence staying. Esme didn't bother trying to seek out what her wolf was hiding from her, but she did notice Isana was in a pleasant mood while Esme walked by Gabriel's side. 

Their footsteps echoed down the bare hallway that came to an end and split off in two different directions. Gabriel led her down the left path that seemed to slope down slightly, as though they were going deeper into what Esme suspected would be the basement. As they continued, she noted a few white doors that had fobs and a keypad on the side them, and to the left of each of them was a small window revealing what looked like prison cells. Each room was plain with a bed in one corner, the floors still white, and to the far right was another clear door that had another keypad. Their security seemed tight.

Esme looked back at Gabriel, who was disinterested in something he had probably seen many times. But she still questioned him, "Are these prison cells?"

"I set laws in place for a reason," Gabriel began as he looked ahead. Esme watched his hardened features and was reminded once again of who this powerful being was in her world. "If they cannot abide by them, then they will be imprisoned, and if I am feeling merciful, then they will meet death."

Esme felt a chill run down her spine at the dark look crossing his features. 

He wasn't a sadist, right? No, no. She had no right to even think that anyway, considering her past occupation and the emotionless animal she had become.

She shook the thoughts from her mind. When Gabriel was ready, he would tell her all that she needed to know. That was what he did for her even though she could have been a potential threat (so unlikely, Gabriel was an almighty being who had a morgue and a mini prison beneath his nightclub.) But even if the vampire didn't open up to her more, then that was fine also; she still didn't know where she was going from here, and she was becoming very attached to him. 

The thought of leaving him was nearly unbearable, and that frightened her more than anything. Their future was so unclear right now, and she was acting like they were mates, which was impossible. Unfortunately, she already had a mate. Esme cleared her throat and pushed her annoying thoughts aside, keeping herself in the present moment. 

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"Do you torture them yourself?" Esme asked quietly as she continued to look at the passing cells.

"Sometimes," Gabriel replied honestly. "But I have people in place who are.. more fitting for the job. My time is precious; I don't just show my face anywhere, you know."

Esme looked back at the vampire with a raised brow but shook her head. It was still surprising that he was revealing such things to her. She was in some pristine white underground meant only for vampires, walking past prison cells and going to the morgue to help the Vampire King. She had a strange sense that this was not going to be the last time she visited there, nor the last time Gabriel would ask something more than her regular job at the bar. 

Things seemed to somehow shift between them, and her role was changing. But she didn't know if she wanted that role. Luther said she was a part of the team now; she didn't know whether that was pleasing to her ears or not. It wasn't like she had the best history in groups; the White Sands pack never really accepted her and was even hunting her down, and before that, she was an assassin that managed to keep one friend by her side who was also just as cold-hearted. Was this a team she would be happy in?

While Esme was quiet, deep within her thoughts, they arrived in front of a metal door, and Gabriel typed in a code. The door unlocked, and they stepped into a small corridor that had another door and keypad. 

"You sure have a lot of security here," Esme murmured as Gabriel typed in another code. 

"For good reason," Gabriel replied with a small smile that made another chill run down her spine.

"What.. the bodies just get up and escape?" Esme half-heartedly joked, trying to smooth away the uneasiness she felt. 

"You'd be surprised," Gabriel replied and pulled back the bolted metal door, gesturing for her to go first.

Esme suddenly felt like she was entering a haunted house from his words. The eery feeling and the idea of a dead body just climbing out of the storage cabinets and walking away like a zombie. 

Gabriel clasped his hand atop her shoulder, and she almost jumped three feet in the air and grabbed her knife. "Easy!" Gabriel chuckled at her reaction and did a mini massage on both her shoulders before he dropped his hands, and they entered the large room. "A few times when we have inspected the human bodies, they have returned as a vampire and have walked out of here.. There is a process to it, but whoever created them either didn't care anymore or thought they did it wrong."

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