The silence surrounding Molly was broken by the skittering of large paws on a wooden floor. The sound stopped where Molly sat in darkness, struggling with bindings on her wrists and ankles that refused to come undone. Then there were loud snuffling noises. What on earth is that, she wondered.
Colette stood in a long, semi-dark hallway, staring at the door behind which Molly sat. “Is there somebody in there?” Colette asked.
Her mouth bound with duct tape, Molly attempted to make an “uh-hmm” sound as loudly as she possibly could.
“Are you tied up? Do you need help?” Again, Molly responded with an emphatic “uh-hmm.”
“Okay, give me a minute. I have to get me some opposable thumbs, then I can help you.”
Molly was not sure what to make of that statement, but she was glad that someone had found her, and could hopefully release her. While she sat in the dark, in what turned out to be a small closet with nothing more than a World War I Army trench coat and some dusty board games, Molly listened to the sounds in the hallway.
There were a few low moans, followed by a resounding thump on the floor, then all went quiet. After a minute, she heard a tug at the door handle. “Damn thing’s locked. Hang on, I need something to pick the lock with. Wish I had my purse with me.”
Molly heard the sound of bare feet wandering off, then returning. “This ought to do it,” Colette said as she shoved a butter knife into the doorjamb to pop open the lock.
Opening the door, the dim light of the hall revealed the bound and gagged Molly hunched on the floor. “This may hurt a bit,” she said as she bent over and quickly ripped away the tape that covered Molly’s mouth. Molly drew a deep breath, then said, “Oh, thank you. I hated the feel of that damn tape. I thought I was going to suffocate.”
“No problem,” Colette said as she removed the blindfold from Molly’s eyes. Molly blinked twice, saw that the woman kneeling in front of her, working to undo her bindings, was wearing nothing at all, then blinked again.
“Why are you naked?” Molly asked.
“You’re welcome,” Colette replied.
“What?”
“I just freed you from captivity.”
“Oh.” Molly blushed slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that very much, I really do.” She sat and rubbed her wrists where the rope had been. “But, seriously, why are you naked?”
“It’s a long story, honey. Are you Molly?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Colette stood, helped Molly get to her feet, and extended her hand. “I’m Colette. Nice to meet you. Anyway, your friend Bulldog is upstairs somewhere.”
“I wouldn’t say he’s my friend. We haven’t always gotten along. Do you know where he is?”
“He’s wandering around the house with Phil, I mean, Officer Wembley, and Maria Van Buren. They’re looking for Martin and Adriana. That big old vampire fella has them hidden in the house somewhere.” Colette looked Molly up and down. “You’re kinda petite for a vampire slayer, but whatever. I guess you can handle yourself, other than when you get tied up and shoved in a closet.”
Anger rose up in Molly. “I was chloroformed. Not too happy about that. I’m going to go find them.”
“Then what?”
“Not sure. That bitch with the chloroform took my gun. You coming with me?” she asked as she made her way down the hall.
“Nope. Got some things to do, people to meet, that sort of thing.”
Molly stopped and turned, still looking puzzled by Colette’s lack of clothing. “There’s a long coat in the closet if you want it. Might be kind of musty though. It looks old.”
“Not gonna need it. I’ll catch up with you later.”
The women walked off in opposite directions.
Colette stood in a long, semi-dark hallway, staring at the door behind which Molly sat. “Is there somebody in there?” Colette asked.
Her mouth bound with duct tape, Molly attempted to make an “uh-hmm” sound as loudly as she possibly could.
“Are you tied up? Do you need help?” Again, Molly responded with an emphatic “uh-hmm.”
“Okay, give me a minute. I have to get me some opposable thumbs, then I can help you.”
Molly was not sure what to make of that statement, but she was glad that someone had found her, and could hopefully release her. While she sat in the dark, in what turned out to be a small closet with nothing more than a World War I Army trench coat and some dusty board games, Molly listened to the sounds in the hallway.
There were a few low moans, followed by a resounding thump on the floor, then all went quiet. After a minute, she heard a tug at the door handle. “Damn thing’s locked. Hang on, I need something to pick the lock with. Wish I had my purse with me.”
Molly heard the sound of bare feet wandering off, then returning. “This ought to do it,” Colette said as she shoved a butter knife into the doorjamb to pop open the lock.
Opening the door, the dim light of the hall revealed the bound and gagged Molly hunched on the floor. “This may hurt a bit,” she said as she bent over and quickly ripped away the tape that covered Molly’s mouth. Molly drew a deep breath, then said, “Oh, thank you. I hated the feel of that damn tape. I thought I was going to suffocate.”
“No problem,” Colette said as she removed the blindfold from Molly’s eyes. Molly blinked twice, saw that the woman kneeling in front of her, working to undo her bindings, was wearing nothing at all, then blinked again.
“Why are you naked?” Molly asked.
“You’re welcome,” Colette replied.
“What?”
“I just freed you from captivity.”
“Oh.” Molly blushed slightly. “Thank you. I appreciate that very much, I really do.” She sat and rubbed her wrists where the rope had been. “But, seriously, why are you naked?”
“It’s a long story, honey. Are you Molly?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Colette stood, helped Molly get to her feet, and extended her hand. “I’m Colette. Nice to meet you. Anyway, your friend Bulldog is upstairs somewhere.”
“I wouldn’t say he’s my friend. We haven’t always gotten along. Do you know where he is?”
“He’s wandering around the house with Phil, I mean, Officer Wembley, and Maria Van Buren. They’re looking for Martin and Adriana. That big old vampire fella has them hidden in the house somewhere.” Colette looked Molly up and down. “You’re kinda petite for a vampire slayer, but whatever. I guess you can handle yourself, other than when you get tied up and shoved in a closet.”
Anger rose up in Molly. “I was chloroformed. Not too happy about that. I’m going to go find them.”
“Then what?”
“Not sure. That bitch with the chloroform took my gun. You coming with me?” she asked as she made her way down the hall.
“Nope. Got some things to do, people to meet, that sort of thing.”
Molly stopped and turned, still looking puzzled by Colette’s lack of clothing. “There’s a long coat in the closet if you want it. Might be kind of musty though. It looks old.”
“Not gonna need it. I’ll catch up with you later.”
The women walked off in opposite directions.
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