Part Five.

It was Nick who noticed the hidden door in the cellar. With Taffy and Rabbi Burns standing by with offensive spells at the ready, Drake smashed the door down with a simple shoulder barge. The smell was the first thing that hit them; a choking, nauseous wave of stench that made Nick gag. Even Drake held his breath for a moment as he stepped into the small ante-chamber beyond. A quick wave of his hand, a cleansing spell took the edge off the reek of decay and he found a lightswitch.
Ignoring the sound of Nick suddenly vomiting in the corner of the room, Drake surveyed the scene. There were four mattresses placed around the room, each one with a vaguely human shape stretched out on it. Intravenous stands were placed at the head of each mattress, with clear plastic drip bags hanging from them, the pipes connected to the comatose bodies laying there. Each body was in a bad state – riddled with festering sores, pus seeping from open wounds, their faces gaunt and hollow – barely alive. Drake knelt down to examine one of them. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, Drake carefully prised open the person’s eyelid. The dry skin cracked, a tiny rivulet of blood leaking out. “Junk farm.”
Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, Nick stood up. “A what?”
“They take a bunch of local junkies and keep them on a perpetual high using whatever drugs they can get, then…” he pointed to the small tap inserted into the jugular vein, “harvest time. The blood drawn retains the high, fetches a very high price on the black market. It’s how vampires get stoned.”
“Fucking disgusting.” Nick spat the sour taste out, accepting the hip flask proffered him by Rabbi Burns.
“Yeah, well we’ve shut this one down. Fuck knows how many more there are round here. Looks like a pretty small-time operation. I’ve seen ‘em as big as a hospital ward before.” Burns slapped Nick on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, everyone pukes first time they see a junk farm.”
“Christ, is there anything can be done for them?” Nick took a deep draw from the hip flask, surprised to discover it contained nothing stronger than peach-flavoured iced tea.
“I’ll sort it laddie. Got some healing stones right here, a couple of Tarshish, stone of Asher. That should draw the poisons from them.” He started arranging amulets on the bodies and casting healing magic. “Bareket, the stone of Levi. To bolster the system. And most important, Sapir, the stone of Issachar, for healing. With any luck, they’ll recover.”
“So that’s four cases of unlawful imprisonment, illicit blood harvesting, possession of banned substances with intent to supply, keeping a werewolf without a proper licence, think that’ll be enough to keep the little fuckers off the streets for a while.” Drake surmised. “Good work Burnsie, those charms should hold them over until a proper healing squad gets here. Taff, call it in. Four arrests, one unlicenced lycanthrope seized and some lives saved. Anyone fancy a drink?”
Burns and Taffy smiled at one another. “S’ok chief. Busy day tomorrow.” Neither of them could handle another night out with Drake, not since the last one. “I’m sure young Nicky here has a window in his schedule…”