“You seem to think that you’re indestructible,” he said as he cracked his knuckles.
He was staring at me as I sat next to Dave. The table was wide, not allowing us to be too near the prisoner. The handcuffs around his wrists were infused with ley line magic. I’d had to use them on several vampires before. The bastards did have supernatural powers after all. Strength was their middle name.
“Joseph Cambridge, when we last met you threatened to end me. What is it that you have against the Essex witches? What makes you think that you are able to threaten a species so violently? Especially putting human lives at risk at the same time.”
Placing my arms on the table, I pulled forward so that I was as close as I could possibly get. I wasn’t going to show him that I was afraid. Well, I wasn’t actually afraid. He may think that he had power over us because he was leading a terrorist group, but I had the better of him.
“I’m just trying to restore the balance of magic,” he hissed, his pale face turning bright red as he stared at me.
The bulge of his dark blue eyes matched the navy suit he wore. His average frame was slightly bulkier than most vampires. There had been a myth that all vampires were attractive. A person who had been changed into one didn’t miraculously become handsome if he had been an unattractive human. The authors who had made out that vampires were always pretty had romanticised the species way beyond reality. Not that I had much of a problem with vampires, they were in general decent... sometimes. The government had tight restrictions on blood drinking, meaning that only blood donations could be used. Not that many vampires adhered to the law. Many humans interacted with them and willingly allowed them to drink.
“Ever since your killer friend has been meddling with the ley line, the balance of magic has been extremely unbalanced.”
It was hard for me to keep my cool when he was such a tyrant. Not only had he threatened part of the witches’ race, he had threatened innocent lives. On top of that, he had broken every single rule in the governmental book regarding demons and hell. At least the Prime Minister would have him killed way before he was allowed to be released. That was the law when it came to supernatural creatures who threatened humans.
Shaking his head, Joseph sat back in his seat, the chains around his wrists clunking on the surface of the table as he did. “I don’t know your killer. He has not revealed himself to me. I’m not saying that he isn’t a part of the PFF, but I’m not actually aware of who he is.”
Gritting my teeth, I clenched my hands into fists. He was telling the truth, I could tell. Being an agent meant I had been trained as a lie detector. Just the slight movement of a hand or the flick of an eye could give away a liar in one second. And yet, Joseph Cambridge was telling the truth. He had no idea who the Essex Obsessor was.
“Last night,” Dave said, leaning over and holding out his tablet for Joseph to see. “Your wife planted a bomb at a concert. What were you hoping to gain by blowing up humans who were having fun?”
The slight widening of Joseph’s eyes as he watched the video of Helen at the arena caught my attention. Maybe he hadn’t been aware that she was going to make that move.
“Firstly, I’m in here, so I don’t call the shots. Secondly, the reason she would have done that is because the government can no longer control us. We will not allow the likes of you in power to determine how we live our lives. Humans have more freedom than anyone, but they are the least powerful.”
“They may be weaker,” I hissed, smacking the table with my fist. “But, there are many more of them than there are of us. One word from the Prime Minister and she can unleash hell upon all those who have supernatural abilities.”
My aggressive reply didn’t move him. Folding his arms as best he could with the chains around his wrists, he raised his eyebrows. “They may try, but they are afraid. If we had more control over the ley line magic, we would be able to take humans down.”
Dave’s snort of laughter made us both stare at him. Running a hand through his loose wavy hair, he lent forward and glanced at me. “He doesn’t know, does he?”
Shaking my head, I smiled at him. Playing with Joseph Cambridge was fun. How long could we drag out the interview for?
“Okay,” he said, his chubby cheeks glowing pink as he looked between us. “I’ll bite. What don’t I know?”
Our amused expressions stayed on our faces as we watched him. His teeth played with his bottom lip as he waited for us to answer. The canines that would extend were safely tucked away, unable to come out the whole time he was trapped in the prison. Those at the top had always insisted that we feed the vampires we kept in isolation. Their donor blood bags were sparse so we could only provide one a day. In a way, it was cruel. However, in my opinion, it was sensible. The less blood they had, the weaker they became. Even though our prison was extremely fortified considering it was paranormal MI5,
