3/22/2021 0 Comments Chapter SixFriday June 23, 2017 Being awake so early on a Friday morning was not exactly Chastity’s idea of fun, especially considering how late her shift had been at work the previous night (or, really, that morning since she’d been there until 3 A.M.). She would have rather slept in, but she had things to do. Specifically, she needed to visit Morag. She’d been keeping in contact with her friend through text messages and phone calls, but she had yet to actually stop by her house and spend time with her since she was always so worn out from work. She’d quickly gained a new respect for her friend after dealing with what Morag did on a nightly basis. How she could do that and still end the night with a smile, Chastity had no idea.
Still, she had kept her word and had covered for Morag’s shifts, much to Remy’s delight. This was the position he wanted to promote her to, but after actually doing it for a few nights, she was having serious doubts. She loved dancing and greatly preferred that to working in the back. She loved being able to see the customers and give them a show. What Morag did... It wasn’t for her. Still, it was important for her to be able to let Morag recover from what she’d experienced. She had seemed okay through texts and phone calls, though it was obvious she was still shaken up. That was why Chastity had decided to go and visit her in person. Morag needed her, and no matter how tired she was, she was going to be there for her. Though how she would stay awake during her visit, she had no idea. She was beyond exhausted as she made chocolate chip cookies that morning to surprise her friend with. She had thrown back three cups of coffee in hopes the caffeine would wake her up. She didn’t want to be yawning when she was at Morag’s because the last thing she wanted was to make her friend feel guilty. Even if it took all of the energy she had, she was determined to be as energetic as always. A series of excited knocks came on her door. “Ding dong! Special delivery for Chastity Collins!” came Venus’ voice. With a smile, Chastity, who had been setting the fresh cookies in a plastic container to take to Morag’s, made her way to the front door. Venus had agreed to drive her to her friend’s house, but she hadn’t expected her this early. Still, she was unsurprised to see the redhead standing in the hallway with a grin on her face. “Long time no see,” she teased. She had seen her the previous night, though only once she was off work. Despite not being out on the floor the past week, Venus had still shown up outside every night at the end of her shift to give her a ride home. Venus held up a colorful, rectangular box. “I come bearing donuts! I got jelly, glazed, chocolate, frosted, those weird stick ones, aaaaaand...” She pulled one out and, putting on an exaggerated Bostonian accent, said, “...Boston Creme! They’re wicked fahkin’ good, kid. My dad used to pahk his cah in Hahvad yahd and eat them with me when I was a little girl!” A huge grin spread across her face. “Venus! You’re so sweet! You didn’t have to do that for me!” She stepped back as the redhead pranced inside. “I’m going to be so hyped up on caffeine and sugar; Morag’s not going to know what to do with me!” “I know what I’d do with a girl who was vibrating that much,” Venus smirked. Chastity snorted and rolled her eyes. “Oh, shush you. Come help me with these cookies before we eat.” She closed the door, trotted back into the kitchen, and continued placing the baked goods into the container. “Oooh, these for that sweet bonnie lass you call a friend?” Venus asked. “Cuz she definitely needs some if what I saw on the news is right.” She set a cookie in the tub and glanced curiously at the redhead. “What do you mean?” Venus glanced at her. “You didn’t hear? They ID’d that dude from the Den who attacked Morag. He’s the DTD Night Stalker. You know, that pathetic sexual predator who pretends to be a door-to-door salesman? That’s who they arrested. That greasy dude you work for was on the news hyping himself up as a hero for stopping him. What a chump.” Chastity stared at her dumbfounded. “Holy fuck, that’s who he was?” They needed to go over to Morag’s now, especially if she had seen the news too. Her friend was already struggling as it was. Finding out the creep’s identity would only make things worse. “Yeah,” Venus grumbled. “You know what I’ve seen some assholes calling him on social media? ‘The Door-to-Door Buttfucker.’ Cuz you know, it’s so funny to make light of a serial rapist. Bet his victims really appreciate it.” She had never seen Venus, who was usually very cheerful and easygoing, look so legitimately angry before. “Hey, it’s okay.” She gave her a smile, trying to reassure her. “He’s in jail now, right? So there’s nothing to worry about. Social media is full of gross fucks who can’t get laid, anyway.” “Yeah, I know, I saw Remy on there,” Venus laughed. Chastity snorted and rolled her eyes. “He is pretty pathetic, ain’t he?” As if owning the Den of Sin wasn’t proof enough. “Someday, I promise you girl, I’m gonna kick his ass,” Venus said matter-of-factly. “But forget him! Let’s get these cookies to Morag!” Together, they finished packing them up. Afterwards, they each ate two donuts, then they headed out the door for a day trip to Morag’s. The container of cookies was tucked into her backpack, which was bouncing against her as she skipped through the hallway of her apartment building and down the stairs. Lady was waiting in the parking lot, so the two women climbed on and hit the road. Venus zoomed (at a reasonable pace) through the residential streets of the city with Chastity riding on the back. She loved the way her blonde hair, tied back neatly in a ponytail, whipped around in the wind. She suspected Venus was taking a longer route to get to Morag’s house, but Chastity didn’t mind. She knew the redhead had missed watching her dance the past few nights, and she felt bad as it technically was her fault. She didn’t have to take Morag’s shifts, but she’d volunteered to. “You sure you know where you’re going?” she teased as they sat at a red light. “Of course I do!” Venus replied. “The Human GPS, that’s what they call me!” “Right,” she laughed, rolling her eyes. The light turned green, and Venus sped off. Chastity squeezed herself tighter to the redhead. It was mostly for safety, but she couldn’t deny how warm and comfortable Venus was. Eventually, they drove down the street Morag lived on and pulled up in front of her house. It was a neat, quiet little townhome in a rather nice part of the city. Chastity had always envied her friend. Morag’s house was cozy and safe, whereas her own place was a dumpy apartment in a bad part of Rhine. Even though she liked her unit, which she’d worked hard to make cozy and cute, she hated the building. It was rundown and in terrible condition. It wasn’t ideal in the slightest, but the rent was affordable, so it was hard to complain too much. Sliding off of the bike, Chastity pulled off the helmet and set it on the seat. Turning to Venus, who was also getting off, she said, “Thanks for helping me out, Venus. I owe you one. Seriously.” “Oh, you owe me one, huh? Wanna give me a private show then, since you’re not up on the stage anymore? I think I have a few spare hundreds I could toss at you.” She laughed. “I kid, I kid… Unless… Okay, okay, seriously, you don’t owe me shit, girl! I like Morag too. I’m happy to help her!” Chastity lifted a brow, giving her an amused smirk, but she didn’t reply. Truthfully, she probably could arrange something like that after her shift if she wasn’t too tired (though the chances of that were pretty slim). She skipped to the door, feeling her backpack bounce against her again. Stifling a yawn, she approached the light purple wooden door. The color seemed like an odd choice at first glance, but it complemented the house’s white siding and gave it an overall friendly vibe, which was quite fitting considering how cheery Morag was. Feeling excited to see her friend again after what seemed like ages, she rang the doorbell. It was quiet for a moment, but then they heard the sounds of clicking locks. Morag opened the door and gave the two women a tired smile. Her bushy hair was untidy, and there were dark circles under her eyes, which already raised a few red flags for Chastity. “Hello, lassies,” she sighed. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” With the brightest smile she could muster on three cups of coffee, two donuts, and four hours of sleep, Chastity trilled, “Guess what I have?” “Uhhhh,” she muttered, putting a hand to her head. “Um… Oh, I don’t know, I’m so bad at guessing…” “Cookies!” Venus exclaimed. “Cookies, we have cookies, babe!” “They’re chocolate chip!” Chastity added, though worry was weighing heavily in her gut. This was not the Morag she knew. What was going on? “Oh!” Morag said, perking up a bit. “Well, come on in, come on in! And please don’t mind the mess, I haven’t got around to cleaning yet.” The mess wasn’t nearly as bad as she made it out to be. There were a couple of garbage bags sitting by the door, the rest of the front hall looking exactly like Chastity had remembered it. Still, she could detect the faint smell of alcohol from the garbage bags. “Aww, this place is cute!” Venus cooed. “Look at all those little pictures you’ve got!” She pointed to some pictures hanging on the nearby wall, all of which were artistic renditions of the Loch Ness Monster. Morag chuckled softly. “Oh, my dear old mum loved drawing Nessie. She was never much into those stories until she met Dad while he was in Loch Ness looking for the beastie. After that, she was all over it…” Chastity strolled through the living room into the kitchen. As she slipped her backpack off and pulled out the tub of cookies, her mind wandered back to the scent of alcohol she’d picked up by the door. Was Morag drinking again? When Morag was younger, she’d struggled with overwhelming undiagnosed anxiety and depression. She’d turned to alcohol as a way to cope, but it had naturally made everything worse. Fortunately, though, she had sought help and had been able to break her drinking addiction. She’d been put on medication that had great improved her mental health. Since then, Morag only drank socially during special occasions. Morag had been on medication for several years by the time Chastity had met her, but had shared her story at some point over the course of their friendship. This was how Chastity knew that the presence of alcohol in her home meant she was on a dangerous path. Maybe that prick shook her up more than I’d realized, she thought worriedly. She made a mental note to try and get Morag alone at some point today to talk to her about what was going on. For now, however, it was time to eat cookies. She grabbed a white glass plate out of the cupboard and gently set it on the counter. Opening up the plastic container, she pulled out the cookies and neatly placed them around the plate, then carried the plate into the living room where Morag and Venus were now sitting. “I hope you like them! I tried to remember my aunt’s old recipe, but I’m not nearly as good of a baker as she is.” “I’m sure they’ll be lovely, dearie,” Morag grinned. “Eat as many as you’d like!” she said with encouragement. “The last thing I need is more sugar. I can’t go back to the floor looking like a blob because I got lazy.” “Oh, right… Remy put you in my spot, didn’t he?” “He didn’t put me there,” she corrected. “I volunteered! Remember?” “You volunteered to suck dicks for cash?” Venus asked incredulously as she shoved a cookie into her mouth. With a shrug, she joked, “I mean, yeah? Why do it for free, right?” “Why do it at all, if you ask me,” Venus replied indignantly. Morag chuckled softly as she bit into one of the cookies. “Oh, these really are delightful, dear. Thank you.” “Thanks, babe,” Chastity smiled, but her cheery mood was gone. She was aware that Venus was a lesbian, but did that really mean she had to be so abrasive about Chastity being attracted to men? Did she really have to ridicule her for how she made money? She sat down in one of the plush, cozy armchairs placed systematically around a mahogany coffee table and chewed quietly on a cookie. “These are extremely good!” Morag complimented. “You could be a baker if you wanted, you know.” “They’re almost as good as my mom’s!” Venus said as she swallowed. “Almost.” With a laugh, Chastity teased, “Well, I guess I’m going to have to have a bake-off with your mom, now.” “I’ll let her know when she gets back from Mexico,” Venus smirked. “Damn, she’s lucky,” she sighed, leaning back into the chair. “I could use a vacation.” “She’s working, but her and dad basically go on vacation for work, sooooooooo…” Morag sighed. “I could use a vacation myself…” “Go on one! Be spontaneous!” Chastity grinned supportively. “I mean, might as well, right? You’re excused from work, and I can cover for you as long as you need me to.” “Excused from work,” Morag mumbled. “I don’t know if I like being excused from work…” “Why? You get a nice break!” Morag grimaced. “I… I wouldn’t call it nice, dearie. I, uh, actually—” She suddenly stood up. “Oh, do pardon me, I’ll be right back, alright?” Before Chastity or Venus could respond, Morag darted out of the room, the sound of her feet clomping up the stairs echoing into the living room. Chastity watched her leave before turning to Venus. Talking in a quiet voice so Morag didn’t overhear them, she said, “I’m worried about her. Something seems really off, and I think I know what’s going on.” “I was wondering myself,” Venus replied. “She seems a bit… different and not in a good way, y’know?” “Did you smell alcohol by the front door? Or am I just crazy?” “Oh trust me, I smelled it. Dad loves whiskey. I’d know that smell anywhere.” Chastity closed her eyes and inhaled slowly in an attempt to calm the panic quickly rising within her, but it didn’t do much good. She’d visited Morag at her house many times over the past three years, and not once had she ever entered and smelled alcohol. Morag simply didn’t keep any on hand. But where was the smell coming from? She opened her eyes again and glanced at the black plastic trash bags sitting by the front door. Dread sat heavily in her gut as she rose and slowly walked towards them. Please let these be full of anything but alcohol bottles. Unfortunately, she and Venus were right. Inside the bags were whiskey bottles of various brands. She felt worried tears rush to her eyes. She’d never seen Morag like this. How much was she drinking a night? Why was she drinking like this again? What was she hiding? “Holy fuck,” Venus gasped quietly. “This is… Oh my fucking god. She definitely knows who that guy was, then. Is this like, survivor’s guilt or something?” “Survivor’s guilt?” “Like, you know… she didn’t get raped. Or murdered. I think that dude actually killed a couple people. Either that or I’m confusing him with someone else; this city has too many goddamn murderers and psychos…” “Yeah,” she sighed. “It does.” She stood and left the bags on the ground, returning to her chair. She felt hopeless. How was she supposed to help Morag through whatever she was going through? “I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, Venus. I’ve never seen her like this before.” “I think you should go talk to her, girl,” Venus said as her eyes shifted nervously to the stairs. “Like, I’m seriously worried about her if she was drinking that much… And now she’s been up there for a while… You’re like her BFF, you know? If she’ll open up to anyone about what’s eating at her, it’s gonna be you.” “You’re right,” she sighed, standing up again. “Will you be okay here by yourself if I go talk to her?” “Hell yeah! Someone’s gotta keep those leftover cookies safe, and I think my stomach might be the safest place for them!” Venus winked. “You go make sure that woman is okay, girl.” She gave the redhead a smile. Her encouragement made Chastity feel less scared about the whole thing. “Thanks, babe. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” She blew her a kiss before walking through the living room and up the stairs, following the same path Morag had taken. There were two bathrooms in the house. One was downstairs and was more commonly used by guests. The other was upstairs and was almost exclusively used by Morag (unless Chastity was spending the night, which then it would be used by her as well). She wasn’t phased in the slightest to see that the door to the second floor’s bathroom was closed as it would be entirely natural for Morag to use that one. She was still concerned, however, so she gently knocked on the light oak door. “Hey, Morag? Are you doing okay?” she gently called to her friend. The sound of a loud thud could be heard, followed by, “O-Oh! D-Dearie, you know, if you need to use a bathroom, there’s one… downstairs…” “I know,” she answered. “But I wanted to come talk to you. Are you okay? What was that noise?” She hated how overprotective she sounded. Morag was a grown adult. She didn’t need someone watching her every move “Nothing, nothing! I just, I just had a slip, that’s all!” “Did you hit your head?” “M-Maybe… My head does hurt a fair bit…” The mere fact that she couldn’t remember alarmed Chastity. “Morag, I’m coming in, okay?” There wasn’t much of a response besides muffled whimpering. Without further hesitation, Chastity pushed open the door, and was immediately hit with the stench of vomit. She covered her mouth and suppressed the urge to gag. Her friend’s needs were more important than her own discomfort. Morag was curled up on the floor by the tub. Her face was pale and decorated with sweat, and there was a trickle of blood running down the side of her head. She was trying to steady her breathing, but she was definitely not doing a great job of it as she sounded panicked. “Oh my God, Morag!” Chastity steeled herself against the smell of puke and rushed further in to kneel beside the woman. “What happened?” She lifted two fingers in front of Morag’s face. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “I… two, I think? I just, I just fell, I’m fine, really…” “Babe, you’re bleeding, and you look like you’re going to pass out. You’re not fine.” She needed to be seen by a professional, but there was no way they could put her on Venus’s motorcycle. “Where are your car keys?” “I… I don’t know, Chastity… I don’t rightfully remember… Did he take them…? Did he take that too?” “Who are you talking about?” she asked in confusion. “That man, Chastity! H-He was in my house!” She hugged herself tightly. “The police, they found… things… on his possession. He broke into my house, when I wasn’t home.” “Wait, the one who attacked you at work?” She was baffled. “When? “Some… Sometime…” She held her head. “Oh, dear, I can’t think straight... “ She put an arm around her friend and carefully helped her to her feet. “Come on, babe. We’re going to the hospital.” “Dearie, I’m… I think I’m fine, I just drank a bit too much last night, that’s… that’s all!” “That’s even worse!” she exclaimed. She could feel wetness in her eyes, an unfortunate perfect accessory to her growing frustration and concern. “Morag, you drank so much that you hit your head, and you can’t even remember what happened. You’re bleeding, and you’re pale and sweaty. You’re going to the hospital.” “Chastity, please, I’m okay!” Morag protested tearfully. “No, you’re not!” She turned her towards the mirror. “Look at yourself! You need help. Please, just let us take you to see a doctor, okay?” Morag was shaking and crying quietly. She closed her eyes and turned away from the mirror; even she didn’t want to look. “Morag, please,” she pleaded. “Talk to me. What is going on? This isn’t like you, and it’s scaring me!” “I don’t feel safe in my own home, Chastity!” her friend wailed. “He came into my home, and he followed me to work, and he tried to… He was going to…” Morag broke down sobbing. Anything she had been trying to say was rendered utterly incomprehensible by the onslaught of tears. Chastity wrapped her arms around her and rubbed her back while she cried. She felt completely hopeless. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to help keep her best friend safe? She didn’t own any weapons, she didn’t know how to throw a punch, and she was certain a criminal could kick her ass without even breaking a sweat. She heard footsteps ascending the stairs right before Venus appeared in the doorway. “Oh God, what happened?” “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I think she fell? I want to take her to the hospital, but she doesn’t want to go. Do you know a doctor, by chance?” Venus frowned. “I have a good doctor I met through work.” “Would they be willing to do a house visit? I promise I’ll pay them whatever they want.” Though, admittedly, she was worried about the cost. Her tips were good, but she wasn’t wealthy by any means. “Fuck that, I’ll pay them,” Venus retorted. “I’ll make the call. You keep her safe, alright?” “Are you sure?” She felt guilty. Venus already tipped her a ton of money almost on a nightly basis. She shouldn’t have to pay for Morag to get medical attention, too. “Girl, do you know how much I get paid?” she laughed. “It’s no big deal, seriously.” Chastity nodded reluctantly. “Okay. Thank you, Venus.” Venus blew her a kiss, then pulled out her phone and strolled back down the stairs. Chastity continued to console Morag while they waited. The poor woman was still crying and shaking. What was she supposed to tell her? That everything would be okay? That the DTD Nightstalker was in jail now, so there was nothing for her to be worried about? She knew all of this would fall on deaf ears. Morag was terrified, and she had every right to be. If one guy could break into her house and steal her things, then who was to say someone else couldn’t do the same thing? He certainly wasn’t the only man in Rhine City who stalked and violated women. She’d always felt jealous of Morag for living in a nice, quiet neighborhood, but she wasn’t sure if that was even a valid opinion anymore. Was it really that nice and quiet if criminals could break into the houses here just as easily as they could anywhere else? I’m so fucking sick of the crime here, she thought bitterly. Look at what it is doing to the people who just want to live their lives. Why is it fair we have to suffer like this? What did Morag do to deserve this? Venus returned and stood in the doorway, regarding Morag with worry. “The doc’s on his way. You take it easy, alright? We’re getting you help.” “You’re going to be okay, babe,” Chastity promised, even though she had no idea how to make that happen. But there was one thing she knew: She wouldn’t rest until Morag felt safe again. Even if that meant exhausting her savings to make sure her house was armed with the best security products on the market, she would do anything and everything to ensure her best friend was smiling again soon. ****** Antoinette pedaled hard on her bike, her mind a blur as she zoomed down the streets of Rhine City towards the library. She couldn’t get Roarke out of her head. She didn't particularly want to stop thinking about him, but she was worried she was once again getting attached to a man who didn’t see her as anything more than a fling. It had been fun to sleep with him and all, but she didn’t want to fall into that trap. And yet, she swore she could see that he was hiding things and that his carefree demeanor was a front for his real feelings, but whatever those were, she couldn’t fathom. Roarke was a mysterious man. “Shoot!” she exclaimed as a car honked at her. She had almost been hit by cars three times already. “You’re a dang fool, Antoinette,” she huffed as she continued coasting down the sidewalk. Her thoughts drifted to Roarke again as she rode onward. They were so jumbled and disorganized that she almost crashed right into the bike rack outside the library. Thankfully, she managed to break in time, but she still berated herself for getting distracted once more. She quickly chained up her bike and headed up the steps. Rhine City Library was an imposing yet regal building, with its tall granite columns and its intimidating, yet somehow comforting, gargoyles flanking the entrance. It was widely regarded as one of the safest places in Rhine City, with most criminals avoiding it like the plague. The numerous tragedies that befell criminals who attempted to do business there spooked even the worst of the worst (Like the Firebug, an arsonist in the 70’s, who immolated himself while trying to burn the library down, or a crime lord who had his entire operation decimated after one of his men stole a rare book). Antoinette figured a lot of the superstition around it was due to the Sons of Salem and, later, the Silverwings having a base there; both groups, particularly the S.O.S., had magic users in their ranks, so why not use that to protect the library? She strolled through the dark heavy oak doors and up to the front desk just a few feet inside where Norman Grieves was staring intently at his computer screen. His long, shaggy dark hair was neatly tied up, and he was stroking his short beard as Antoinette approached. As she reached the desk, he turned and smiled at her. “Well, if it isn’t the sweetest girl in Rhine City! What’s cooking? Or should I say, what’s baking?” Antoinette smiled and rolled her eyes. Mr. Grieves was a man with a corny sense of humor, sometimes to a fault; that man just could not cool it with the puns if he really got going. “I’m just here to… Well, I guess I wanted to see if there’s any news. Maybe talk to Miss Yang and Mr. Luna.” Mr. Grieves rubbed his hands together. “Well cupcake, you’re in luck! There actually is some news! They found out who exactly is holed up in the mansion. Very mixed bag, but I’ll let your mentors fill you in.” Antoinette nodded politely. “Thank you, Mr. Grieves. Um, you know where your wife is right now, by any chance?” “Behiti’s over with the kids reading them some stories right now, but she should be done shortly. If you’re headed over that way, send her my love!” “Will do, Mr. Grieves,” she smiled as she turned and headed to the children’s section. She weaved her way through the towering bookshelves until she reached a bright, colorful area near the back, decorated with crayon drawings hung up with pride on the walls as well as numerous colorful murals depicting animals. Towards a group of shelves in the back, numerous children were seated on beanbags and colorful plastic chairs, enraptured by the woman reading to them, Behiti Grieves. The Egyptian woman was beautiful, an odd contrast to her goofy husband. Her almond-colored skin appeared flawless, and her wavy brown hair cascaded gently around her shoulders. Perhaps the most beautiful thing about her was the way she seemed to light up when she interacted with children, both her own and others. On this particular day, she was animatedly reading a retelling of Hansel and Gretel to the gathered children, whose eyes were wide with the kind of wonder only children could have. Antoinette took particular notice of a little girl who was clinging tightly to a stuffed shark, who seemed utterly enraptured by the fairy tale. Antoinette stood at the back and smiled, patiently waiting for Behiti to finish entertaining the kids. Once Mrs. Grieves reached the end of the book, she closed it and demonstrated to the children how to correctly place it back on the shelf. Then, with words of encouragement, she bid them farewell. The children stood and began to disperse around the library to find their parents and guardians. Behiti approached Antoinette after being stopped once or twice by friendly children who thanked her for reading to them. Tilting her head slightly to the left as she smiled at her, she stated matter-of-factly, “You are confused.” Antoinette gave a small smile. “Ain’t gotta be psychic to figure that one out. But I bet you know a bit more about that already, huh? Oh, and Norman sends his love, by the way.” Behiti was gifted with oracular psychic abilities, letting her see possible futures in at least a vague sense. If anyone could give her some perspective here, it was her. “No two are the same,” she simply said with a smile that told Antoinette she knew much more than she was letting on. Antoinette raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” “That is for you to discover. You know the rules, Miss LeBlanc. I cannot share what I have seen.” She shrugged apologetically and wandered away. Antoinette sighed. She knew she wasn’t going to get any true answers from Behiti, but the vagueness and uncertainty of her reply didn’t help much. Perhaps Amber and Luna could assist her. She made her way through the labyrinth of bookshelves once more until she reached the door in the back marked “Employees Only.” She pushed her way in, giving a nod to the few people milling about in the back area. All the people who worked in the library were members of the Silverwings, so there would be no case of mistaken identities here. She strolled down the back hallway, turning left to the spiral staircase at the end that led down into the basement storage. She carefully made her way down the old stairs and headed through the rows of archival shelves to the far left wall, where a lonely shelf with only three books sat. She took note of the books lying on the shelf—Frida Spinney’s Warlock of Venezia, a trashy romance novel about Jack the Ripper called Saucy Jack: Passion in Whitechapel, and a copy of Stephanie Meyers’ Breaking Dawn—before reaching behind the shelf and hitting a cleverly hidden button. The wall turned to allow her to pass through, and she descended one final set of stairs to a large, silver door. She tapped lightly on the door four times and repeated the three titles from the shelf above, adding, “Guess the theme of the week is bad fantasy books, huh?” A little slot opened up on the door and she could see two dark blue eyes peering through. “Yep, they let me pick the books this week. I picked the absolute worst books I could find. I think I might have annoyed a few people with the Spinney one, though.” “That’s cuz she’s popular, Gideon,” Antoinette said, wagging her finger. “But she’s a nasty, mean old lady. The stuff she says on her social media… Dunno how anyone can read her stuff after that last tangent she went on.” “People are just really stupid, Antoinette,” Gideon replied as he opened the door, giving Antoinette a clear view of the lanky, freckled redhead’s face. “I guarantee you, the next few years you’re gonna see other popular authors just like Spinney running their mouth and saying dumb stuff all over their social media, mark my words.” “Lord, I hope you’re wrong, hun,” Antoinette muttered as she stepped into the Silverwing’s base. “Oh yeah,” Gideon added, “you might want to go see your mentors so you can get the rundown on the whole vampire killers thing. From what I’ve heard, it’s more the snake that we’ve gotta worry about as opposed to the vampires—it’s mostly the good members of the coven. Mr. Luna and Miss Yang are in the dining hall with a few others, last I saw.” Antoinette nodded. “Thank you, Gideon. You better be comin’ to my grand openin,’ once I get that all sorted out. I’ll let you know when that is.” He gave her finger guns, then paused. “Wait, I thought you already opened?” “We’re havin’ a redo!” she chimed as she skipped on down the hall. She made her way through the base, saying hello to the Silverwings she passed. At one point, she paused just as a man stumbled out of the kitchen yelling something about hot sauce being in the milk carton again. Antoinette snickered. Guess Mara’s up to her usual pranks, she mused as she continued on into the dining hall. The dining halls were bustling, with many of the Silverwings sitting around grey metal tables, chatting and eating their lunches. She soon spotted Luna and Amber, mostly because they were sitting with the mountain of a man that was Armstrong. She made her way over, noting Mara and Levi sitting with them as well (or, rather, Levi sitting with them and Mara sitting on his lap). As she got closer, Mara waved enthusiastically. “G’day, Strawberry Shortcake!” the albino woman cheered. “Glad to see you! But not glad to see you looking so glum and disoriented! You alright?” Antoinette nodded, not even realizing she’d been looking out of the ordinary. “Howdy, all! And, uh, don’t worry about me, Mara. Just exhausted from ridin’ my bike here.” “Come,” Amber said, gesturing to an empty seat beside her and handing her a banana. “You’ll feel better once you’ve eaten.” Antoinette took it and began peeling it as she sat down. “Thanks. So, uh, what’s all this about the vampire killers? You and Luna figured stuff out?” Luna nodded. “Indeed. We’ve managed to find out who is staying in the mansion right now.” “Alright, lay it on me. Who are we up against?” “The vampire killers there are… Just a moment...” Luna reached down and pulled out a folder from a bag sitting by his legs. He flipped it open and pointed at a picture of a man in a black jacket and shades. “Jerrod Carter. I’m certain you will find him a bit familiar.” Antoinette did recognize him; his hair was shorter and his coat was the wrong color, but he was a dead ringer for the man who had escorted her and Levi to Rhine City. “Charlie has a brother?” Antoinette asked. “Sure does,” Levi chimed in. “But he sure ain’t the better brother, I can tell you that.” “He unfortunately has a history of reckless driving and alcohol abuse,” Luna explained. “It really is a shame. The Carters have worked very hard to clean up their act since their involvement in Dracula’s death.” “Hm, kinda fucked the Carters are so redeemable that one of ‘em is bodyguarding Mr. Skelton even though that family helped kill Dracula while Dad is treated like he’s personally responsible for shanking the guy and has to fight for scraps of respect,” Mara growled bitterly as she jabbed her fork into the lasagna on the plate in front of her. “Patience,” Amber said calmly. “His time will come.” “Sure hope so,” Levi sighed. “He deserves better’n that.” “Indeed,” Luna agreed as he pulled out another folder. “Now, next we have Anthony Moore. He has… quite a long list of crimes to his name, as most members of the Moore family do. He was broken out of a high-security hunter prison in Russia a few weeks ago. The severe mutilation on the guards indicates the handiwork of Jack Fairchild.” Mara leaned across the table and loudly whispered, “He means Jack was eating them.” “Not to spoil the surprise, but he isn’t here,” Armstrong grumbled. “Which is good for us. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a little disappointed I don’t get to break him in two with my bare hands.” Antoinette shuddered. Moore seemed disgusting enough as is considering what was in his file, but she and every other Silverwing knew that Jack Fairchild was not a vampire to be taken lightly. A story had been told to them during their training to establish his threat level; a former member of the Five from the mid 1900’s named Alexis Icke had tried to take him on, and considering she was one of the best of the best, she seemed certain she could take him out. What happened to her was so unspeakably horrible, she died over a year later from the trauma. Antoinette was certainly happy a monster like that wasn’t anywhere near her friends, her family, or Roarke. “If I ever see him so much as glance at my cousin or my girl…” Levi’s typically friendly exterior had hardened at the mere thought of something so vile. “I’ll glance right back and hit him where it hurts,” Mara smirked with her usual cocky confidence. “For the time being, we need not worry about him,” Luna stated. “The last professional we have to deal with is Mina Lovett.” He put another folder onto the table. Antoinette wrinkled her nose in disgust. Mina Lovett needed very little introduction as, much like with Eve and Jack, newcomers to the Silverwings were warned about the Lovett family. They were incredibly infamous and were even somewhat known outside of the hunter community as their ancestor who started it all was a serial killer baker who served her customers pies made of human meat, a tale that had become very well known thanks to numerous stage and screen adaptations. The woman made a deal with the Fae to escape justice, and ever since, the family had been granted long lives and anti-magic power so long as they offered up their firstborn children to the Unseelie Fae. “She still looks normal,” Armstrong noted. “I mean, aside from the scars all over, she still at least looks human.” “From what we know of Mina, she has frequently rejected undergoing the final rites of her family. She simply has made do with code word brainwashing,” Luna noted. “Frankly I am thankful it is her and not her siblings. They are far worse, and it would be a challenge to keep Dracula’s coven safe with them around considering our low numbers.” “Hmph,” grunted Armstrong. “I’ve killed Lovetts before. It’s not as hard as you make it out to be.” “Perhaps,” Luna chuckled. “But do keep in mind…” He gestured towards Antoinette, Levi, and Mara. “We still have some young souls here. Not all of us are blessed with decades of experience, Armstrong.” “Give it time,” Amber smiled wistfully. “They show great promise.” “As is often the case, you are correct,” agreed Luna. Antoinette smiled. Even if she was feeling lost and confused at the moment, it still warmed her heart to see her teachers firmly believed in her talents. Levi stretched his tanned arms above his head and yawned. “So that’s who we’re lookin’ out for, huh?” Luna nodded. “Those three are the most dangerous. The other four…” He pulled out yet another folder. “They seem to be the children of the other killers and have little field experience. We have the Quincey brothers, Randall and Vincent, who are apparently here due to their parents being coerced. Flynn Dangerfield is the son of Timothy Dangerfield, and we have very little information about him due to how secretive the Dangerfields have always been. And then there is Hannah Starr, a young witch. She has high magical aptitude but has lived a rather sheltered life otherwise. Most of this information I was able to gather by asking some of the Silverwings back in Europe.” “Wish they were so helpful with Dad,” Mara huffed. “Bunch of cunts. Especially McAllister. How’d he ever get to be a member of the Five?” “Pretty sure it was when he saved the kids of the Acolytes of Ra from being butchered by that snake’s coven,” Armstrong snorted. “Bet the boss could’ve done it better,” Levi laughed. “Considering he took out the snake’s eye long ago, perhaps he could have,” Luna mused. “Ah, but let us not focus on what-if scenarios. For the vampires in the mansion, we are fortunate that the ones there are either neutral, or are somewhat on our side. Of particular note is that Rose Milliner’s brother is there.” “Ooooh, Rosie has a brother!” Mara said, pulling her shades down a bit. “What the hell’s he doin’ with them?” her boyfriend scoffed. “As Rose tells it, he is trying to help someone escape,” Luna spoke. “Aside from him, there is Rhapsody von Braun and Johan Faust. Neither member is known to be dangerous, and tend to keep to themselves. Still, you must remain cautious.” Antoinette nodded. “Savin’ the best for last, right?” She knew who had to be there. Luna nodded. “Amon is there. He is absolutely not to be confronted. If you see him, you are to retreat immediately.” “What’s so dangerous ‘bout him?” her cousin asked curiously. “He’s the oldest and most dangerous vampire we know of,” Armstrong informed. “Dracula apparently met him back when he was turned, and that was in… what was it? The twelfth century? And his power allows him to pull off things even the most skilled mages couldn’t. He can control gravity, momentum, the elements...” “Even I would think twice before confronting him. Ah, and that brings me to another dangerous character… Marianna Cross, also known as Bloody Mary. She is the woman who killed Dracula, and she has the power to travel through mirrors, as her moniker might suggest.” Luna slid a picture of her across the table, and Antoinette looked at it. She’d heard of Marianna before, but she’d never actually seen a picture of her. The photograph from the file was from a distance, but even from there Antoinette sensed a profound sadness in the way Marianna carried herself. Levi peered closer at the picture before popping a grape in Mara’s mouth. “Thought she’d be more, dunno, looney lookin’.” “She looks so unhappy,” Antoinette muttered. “I don’t see why she wouldn’t be. The girl made a real stupid mistake,” Armstrong sighed. “Never trust a fallen angel.” “We better not be fucking hurting her,” Mara said through a mouthful of grapes. “Nadia was insistent that nobody hurt her and that she would deal with Marianna herself.” Levi shrugged. “Less I gotta worry ‘bout.” “And of course, with Marianna is her daughter, Gabriella. She adopted her in the 70’s, but we know relatively little about her,” Luna sighed. Amber added, “She is either a dangerous weapon or an innocent. It is advised to be wary until we know more.” Antoinette nodded. “Smart thinkin’. Well, at least this doesn’t look like quite the big dauntin’ challenge it did at the start… Not to say this is gonna be easy, but things could be much, much worse, huh?” “Quite so,” Amber nodded. “Things can change quickly, however, so Enrico and I will continue to monitor the situation and inform all necessary parties of any news.” “We have already noticed Anthony Moore has gone out patrolling,” Luna added gravely. “I tracked him and ensured he did not cause any harm, as it seems we may have the element of surprise for the moment. I do not know if the snake knows we are here.” “Well, that’s good,” Antoinette sighed. “Thank you, Luna, Amber, and Armstrong. I appreciate bein’ kept informed.” As the vampire hunters politely regarded her before turning to each other and discussing their plan of action as they ate, Anotinette glanced over to Levi. “Hey, Levi? I, uh… Is it alright if we go talk somewhere private for a bit?” Her cousin slipped another grape into Mara’s mouth. “You sure can. Is this a family thing?” he asked, lifting a dark brow. In other words, he wanted to know if his girlfriend had to stay behind. “Well, maybe Mara’s opinion on the matter might help too,” Antoinette admitted. “Besides, pretty sure she’s gonna be family soon enough, seein’ as I doubt you’re plannin’ on leavin’ her any time soon.” “He better not be!” Mara whined. “Who’s gonna remember to remind me to put on sunscreen if he does? My dad?” “I’m pretty sure he don’t because he knows I will,” Levi laughed. He kissed Mara’s cheek, and the two of them stood up. “I guess you’re right, though. Not like it ain’t any surprise. I’m in this for the long haul.” “Pretty sure he’s the one, yeah?” Mara added. “I feel all tingly with him and all that bullshit. There’s a reason I sit on his lap all the time!” Antoinette smiled. She was really glad Levi had found someone like Mara. Maybe this would be a bit easier than she imagined. She walked with them out of the dining hall and into the lounge nearby. The light from the vending machines cast a soft glow over the room prior to Antoinette flipping the light switch. It wasn’t too surprising that it was so empty right now; most of the Silverwings who weren’t in the dining hall were probably either working or just out on the town at this time in the afternoon. Antoinette took a deep breath. “Levi, I’m… havin’ a bit of an emotional crisis.” “What’s going on?” he asked. Unsurprisingly, when he sat down in one of the armchairs, Mara almost immediately perched on his lap again. “I just…” She honestly didn’t even know where to really begin. “Look, I’m like every other horny idiot here. I ain’t gonna pretend like part of me didn’t want to guard Roarke cuz he’s handsome as hell. But I wasn’t lyin’ when I said I saw somethin’ else in that picture of him. I saw somethin’ apparently no one else did, and the more time I’ve spent with him, I keep seein’ it, and, well…” She hung her head. “I think I might be fallin’ for him.” A heavy sigh left Levi’s mouth. “Damnit, Antoinette, what did I tell you? I told you to be careful ‘round him. He’s a good for nothin’, and now you’re gonna get your heart broke again.” “Ooooh, you’ve made him even more country, Antoinette!” Mara laughed. “Better watch out!” “Don’t you say those rude things, Levi!” Antoinette pouted. “He’s hurtin’ as much as anyone, I can tell that much.” “Oh, she is so right,” Mara agreed with a vigorous nod. “Saw what makes him weak at the dinner last night. That man needs some friends, a vacation, maybe a shrink…” “That’s even worse!” Her cousin’s face hardened. “That ain’t the type’a guy you should be around, Antoinette. You know you deserve someone better than that womanizin’ creep.” “He ain’t like Johnny, Levi,” Antoinette huffed indignantly. Part of her knew that what Levi was saying made sense, but a much stronger, louder part of her was screaming that he only had a surface-level understanding of Roarke. He was a womanizer and said he was only in it for the sex, but the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he looked at her… There were things he was too afraid to say. “You thought Johnny was great too,” he pointed out. “And look where that ended up. Least Roarke is upfront about being sleazy.” Mara tilted her head. ”Who’s Johnny?” “My ex-fiance,” Antoinette muttered. “Dunno who’s worse,” Levi snorted before kissing Mara’s neck. “I mean, I’d fucking assume Johnny since he’s the ex!” Mara exclaimed as she gestured at Antoinette. “What happened?” “Caught him goin’ behind my back with my best friend,'' Antoinette muttered. “Former best friend, should say.” “Damnit, open up your eyes,” her cousin sighed in frustration. “He was sittin’ next to you hittin’ on some other girl last night. You really gonna tell me he’s misunderstood?” He shook his head. “You’re dumber than a doorknob.” “Well I never!” Antoinette huffed. “You ain’t got any right callin’ me dumb, Levi!” “Who was he hitting on?” Mara asked. “One of them Japanese sisters, I think.” Mara pulled her glasses down, giving a clear view of her rolling her eyes into the back of her head. “Babe, you drip, that was Rosie and I’s master plan to get Carlos to piss off and stop flirting with Antoinette. Did you miss my evil laugh?” For once, he looked dumbfounded. “Uh… maybe?” “The fuck? What were you paying attention to, then?!” He cleared his throat nervously. “I, uh… was glaring at Roarke.” “And you didn’t hear her cackling like a witch?” Antoinette asked incredulously. She had a hard time comprehending anyone could be so oblivious as to miss that unsubtle display, but this was Levi she was talking about. “What the hell! Why weren’t you looking at me?” Mara whined. “This ain’t about me!” he loudly stated. “This is about you and how foolish you are!” “Oh, so my feelin’s are foolish now, huh?” Antoinette huffed angrily. “Yes!” Levi sighed again. When he continued, his voice was gentler. “Damnit, Antoinette, I know you wanna see the best in everyone, but this ain’t the way. He ain’t a good guy, and I don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” “Babe, I really don’t think she wanted to talk so you could call her an idiot,” Mara pointed out. “You’re goddamn right I didn’t!” Antoinette shouted. “Figured you’d be harsh ‘bout this but boy, you’re bein’ a jackass!” “And you’re fallin’ into old habits!” Mara jumped up off of Levi. “Alright, alright, you two need to simmer down, yeah? You’re being a bit of a prick, babe, come on, you don’t have to be so harsh. But Antoinette,” she turned towards her and frowned, “Levi’s just worried, you know that, right?” “‘Course I know it!” Antoinette snapped. “But I sure don’t appreciate bein’ called an idiot when I’m already strugglin’ with how I feel! Last night and this whole mornin’ have just been a jumble of emotions and insulin’ me to my face for bein’ human ain’t helpin’ one single bit!” “Then use your head.” He ran a hand through his messy hair. “You’ve always been a bit naive, okay? I just don’t wanna see you get hurt again.” “You treatin’ me like a child and insultin’ me hurts more than anythin’ Roarke could do,” Antoinette retorted tearfully as she jumped up and stormed out of the room. She could hear Levi calling her name, but she wasn’t going to go back now. She’d hoped he’d be a little more understanding about how hard this was for her; it had been only a couple of years since she had been engaged, and it still stung. She hadn’t dated or really wanted to try again until now. Something about Roarke was wearing away at the walls she had put up, and he was doing it easily. She’d known she was going to sleep with him from the moment she’d decided to guard him, but she hadn’t expected it to be right away. As lost and confused as she had been at the start of the day, only more angry and upset now, Antoinette didn’t notice Amber as she stormed along until she had collided with her. “Oh! Miss Yang! I’m so, so sorry!” Antoinette gasped as she picked herself up off the floor. “Goodness, Miss LeBlanc!” Amber gently exclaimed. “Are you alright?” “No, no I ain’t,” Antoinette whimpered. “I’m havin’ a rough time.” “Would you like to talk about it?” Antoinette hadn’t actually considered talking to her mentor about this, but thinking on it, it did make a sort of sense. Amber and Luna had been like a second pair of parents to her so far, and seeing as Amber had a lot more life experience than she did, she might be more help than her youthful, hotheaded cousin. “Yeah, I think I would,” admitted Antoinette. “Come, then. Let’s talk in private, hmm?” Amber led her through the hallway to an empty practice room. Inside, red punching bags hung from the ceiling and black mats lined the floor and walls. “What is bothering you, my dear?” Antoinette honestly had no idea where to begin. She opened her mouth, hoping she could think of something to start with, and instead tearfully spewed out everything all at once: How she had been engaged before coming to Rhine, how she’d caught him cheating on her with her best friend, how miserable she’d been and had sworn off dating, how she’d been excited to get with a vampire like all the other Silverwings, how nice it felt being with Roarke, and, most of all, how she was scared she was falling for someone who wouldn’t love her back. “...and I just don’t know what to do, Miss Yang,” she whimpered. “I don’t get it. I don’t get why I’m fallin’ like this. I thought we both knew it was supposed to just be a casual thing, but I’m gettin’ attached, and I don’t know… I didn’t think I’d be feelin’ anythin’ like this again after what happened.” Amber nodded with clear empathy. “It sounds like quite a sticky situation you’ve found yourself in, Miss LeBlanc. But one thing is quite clear to me: You have strong feelings for Mr. Higgens.” “It sure seems that way,” she sighed. “But what can I do? I don’t really know how Roarke feels. He ain’t keen on talkin’ about all that.” “And you can’t force him,” she agreed. “But you can be honest with him. Lay all of the cards on the table, and don’t hold anything back. What is the worst that can happen?” “I look like a dang fool?” “Possibly. But would you rather tell him how you feel and learn whether he shares your feelings, or keep it hidden and never know?” She knew the answer to that, and it most definitely wasn’t the one where she never knew the truth. “You know, I told him I might need the whole weekend to myself… But maybe I’ll go to that party on Saturday and see if he’s there. Or maybe I’ll pray he comes to me.” Amber laughed. “I think you and I know which is more likely to happen.” “Yeah.” Antoinette sighed. “Well… thanks for listening to me ramble, Miss Yang. I really appreciate it.” “Of course. It is no trouble at all.” She stood up and paused, as though considering something. “Life… is very short, Miss LeBlanc. Seize the opportunity to be happy at all costs. It is better to be rejected than to live with regrets.” “Y-Yeah, you’re right. You’re right as rain.” With a final nod, Amber quietly walked out of the room. It was an odd talent she had. She could travel almost always without being heard. She was quite stealthy, which was beneficial for her since she was at a disadvantage with only one real eye. Very few people knew about her glass eye, but that was likely because Amber showed no real weakness despite having half her normal vision. Antoinette hugged herself once she was gone. This wasn’t going to be easy, but she had to be honest with Roarke. She pulled out her phone and quickly texted him. “Please come by tomorrow morning. Need to talk.” ****** If Akina knew how big the house Rita’s uncles lived in was, she might have made more of an effort to look nice. As it was, when she pulled up outside of the four story house, her jaw dropped. She couldn’t even imagine how much room was inside. My whole family could probably live in there and still have plenty of room to spare! She almost considered leaving and lying to Rita about getting lost, mostly because she felt intimidated, but the pink-haired young woman was waiting just outside the front door and, of course, saw Akina the second she pulled into the long driveway, in which several cars were already parked. She sheepishly exited hers once she was tucked neatly behind a light blue sedan. She felt incredibly underdressed in a ragged pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt. Still, once her car was locked, she waved and made her way to the door. “Hey Akina!” Rita chirped as she approached. “You ready for this? Rue and Iris are already here! We were waiting on you to arrive before we decided on what kind of pizzas to get!” She paused. “You do like pizza, right?” “Hell yeah!” she grinned. “Great!” Rita cheered. “Probably gonna have to get two pizzas cuz I love me some meat on my pizza, but Rue doesn’t eat pork, and unfortunately all the best meat on pizza is pork. But we can discuss this all with the girls, come on, let’s go!” She waved Akina into the house, holding open the front door for her. As soon as they were inside, Akina was practically ambushed by an overly excited man with short, wavy brown hair and a pastel pink V-Neck t-shirt who hopped into view in the large entry hall. “Hello! Oh my gosh, is this your new friend?” Rita’s face lit up. “Hey Uncle Matt! Yeah, this is Akina!” “Honey,” came a very tired voice from behind Rita’s Uncle Matt. An Asian man with a very relaxed, friendly expression on his face wearing light purple sweatpants and a white t-shirt wandered into view and put a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “Must you rush ahead without me? Oh dear, I completely forgot that Rita invited over a new friend! I’m so underdressed for the occasion…” “It’s okay,” Akina smiled, feeling completely relieved that she wasn’t being judged for just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “It’s really nice to meet you both!” Matt wrapped an arm around the other man, whom Akina guessed was Itsuki, and rested his head against his shoulder. “This is a no judgment zone, so make yourself at home! We are, like, so excited to have you here!” “I promise I’m excited,” Itsuki yawned. “I’ve just had a very long week. But hey, you’re not here to hang out with us, go on up to the girls! Oh, there’s coffee in the kitchen if you want some, and when you order those pizzas, Rita, make sure you tip the driver thirty percent, alright?” “Will do, Uncle Itsuki!” Rita said with a thumbs up. “It’s nice to meet you,” Akina politely waved. “Nice to meet you too,” Itsuki smiled. “See you later, Uncles! Gamera awaits!” With a final wave to her uncles, Rita gestured for Akina to follow her up the stairs. “Gamera?” she cautiously asked. “He’s a big flying turtle who protects children and fights aliens,” Rita explained. “Classic kaiju stuff, though it usually doesn’t hold a candle to Godzilla.” Akina felt entirely lost, but nodded regardless as they walked up a grey marble staircase. It looked and felt as luxurious as the rest of the house. As she and Rita approached a door not too far down the second floor hallway, two female voices could be heard. “...but they’re so salty!” “Come on Iris, stop being a pussy. Olives are good for you.” “What about spinach and feta? Doesn’t that sound tasty? With caramelized onions?” “You know what, yeah, that does sound good honestly, an— Hey, wait a second, shouldn’t we wait for the new girl? Give her a chance?” “Wait no more!” Rita cheered as she flung the door open dramatically, causing the two girls inside to yelp in surprise. Akina curiously glanced around Rita’s room. It was rather odd, to say the least. She wasn’t surprised by the big, cozy bed, which was covered with pink sheets and adorned with colorful lights that were hung up on the walls around it. It seemed to complement her bubbly, happy personality perfectly. What stood out as strange, however, were the posters on the walls, like the one with a UFO that said “I Want To Believe,” or the one for something called Spirit Phone. In addition to those, there were monster movie posters, including Godzilla, something called The Giant Claw, and the Gamera character she had mentioned on the stairs. The room itself was rather large, which had allowed Rita to hang a tv on the wall just to the right of the entrance. There was a desk up against a far wall with a corkboard hanging over it. Pinned to the board were tons of pictures and newspaper articles about cryptids, including ones of Bigfoot and the vampire dolphin she had talked about the other day. Rita’s friends were sitting on beanbag chairs on the floor. One she recognized as the barista from the coffeeshop, Rue. She was wearing pastel pink and blue pajama pants and a white t-shirt with a green alien on it. She had a laptop open on her lap and was giving Rita a very exasperated look. The other was a pale, skinny girl she didn’t quite recognize who wore a white tank top and black sweatpants. She had her back to the door as they entered, which gave Akina the chance to take a quick peek at a star-shaped tattoo on her left shoulder, but she quickly turned around and offered a nervous smile. “H-Hello there!” the pale girl stuttered. “Um, you must be Akina, right? I’m Iris, Iris Ravencroft. Um, my parents run Brightside’s. And this over here is Rue.” She gestured at Rue. “She’s met me,” Rue grumbled. “Coffee,” Akina said, standing just inside the doorway. “Ah, that explains it,” Iris nodded. “I just knew you were here for the movie, I didn’t know much else, like if you were staying the night or helping with the show or anything.” Akina stared at her, completely confused. “Oh, I didn’t know anything about a sleepover or a show. I only knew about the movie.” “Probably for the best,” Rue shrugged. “Rita probably didn’t want to scare you off with our crazy conspiracy web show.” “Now come on, Rue! Don’t give her the wrong idea!” Rita huffed before turning to smile nervously at Akina. “We do this show every weekend, Rue and I, where we talk about cryptids, conspiracy theories, UFOs, and unsolved mysteries. It’s called 'Tales from Rhine City'!” “I wanted it to be called 'Tales of Rhine City', but I got outvoted,” Rue grumbled. “I help them edit it all together!” Iris chimed in. “I, um, dabble in video editing in my spare time, so when we upload it to video sharing sites, I add in pictures and whatnot, cut out the extra stuff, add music, that sort of thing.” “That’s kind of cool,” Akina admitted. “You wouldn’t be saying that if you listened to last week’s episode,” Rue snorted. “We spent thirty-six minutes talking shit about that edgelord magician Blaire Williams.” “Because she sucks,” Rita said matter-of-factly. “Um, you know what doesn’t suck?” Iris said nervously. “Pizza. Let’s order.” After a bit of discussion (which Akina was mostly a passive member on account of being “new” to the group), they settled on a pepperoni and bacon pizza, and a spinach, caramelized onion, and feta cheese pizza. Rita pulled out a green beanbag for Akina to sit on, and the girls got comfortable as they awaited their pizza. “You wanna help us brainstorm for tomorrow’s episode, Akina? Or, you know, just tell us if the ideas sound interesting at least?” Rita asked. “Sure,” she shrugged. “Lay them on me.” “Ok, well, last week we talked about the Rhine Park Angel for the fiftieth time, and we talked about the mummy in the museum people are sure is haunted,” Rue began. “Ooh!” Iris exclaimed. “I think we should talk about those statues they found in Mexico, like that one of the horned woman, it sounds just like the Pil—” Rue held up a hand. “I’m going to stop you right there, Iris, because I know what you’re gonna say, I know why you’re gonna say it, and we are not spending another episode where you go into great detail about the Pillar Men again.” She gave a playful smirk. “I’ve got an idea! How about we talk about how Weird Al dresses? That’s a real mystery.” “Do you have to call him that?” Iris groaned. “He’s really not that weird.” “Isn’t that his name, though?” Akina asked. “Not the singer. That’s just what Rue calls Iris’ boyfriend,” Rita sighed. “Look, he has the long curly hair, he’s vegan, and he's as pasty as you are and dresses like something out of an Anne Rice novel so we know he’s white and nerdy,” Rue listed off to Iris. “I think the name fits. I really need to ask him if he plays accordion one of these days…” “Okay, so, how about we don’t do a show on Allen’s clothing choices,” Rita stated. “Rue, why don’t you get up JJ’s UFO Page? Maybe there’s an update that we could use for inspiration.” “Yeah, yeah,” Rue grumbled as she typed quickly onto her laptop. A moment later, an odd song began playing where the singers were spelling out the word “visitors.” Rue sighed. “Nope, doesn’t look there’s been any interesting updates since they got to Vermont. Here, check it out, though. Maybe there’s something worth using?” Rue turned her laptop around, revealing the webpage. It looked like something straight out of the 90’s, with an odd 3D model of a purple alien rotating around beneath the header of and little gifs of dancing green aliens appearing in intervals throughout the page. “Wait,” Akina interrupted, “what is that, exactly?” “It’s a webpage run by these two siblings, Jay and Jubilee, who like UFOs and aliens and stuff,” explained Rita. “Don’t worry, this homepage is intentionally retro. The rest of the website looks way better!” She lifted a brow, feeling skeptical. “If you say so…” “Well, this is a bust,” Rue shrugged. “Guess we oughta think of something else.” “There’s always the vampire dolphin!” Iris offered. Rita glanced over at her corkboard. “I think I know what to talk about. It is that time of year again, you know.” Rue and Iris glanced at each other and nodded silently. Akina followed Rita’s gaze, but she had no idea what she was talking about. There were at least a dozen things on it. Rita pointed to a piece of paper from a page-a-day calendar that was pinned up on the board. The date on it was June 30th, which was circled multiple times in red marker. “The 30th is the day my mom vanished. It’s the day Miss Bright’s dad was shot outside the diner. It’s the day a lot of weird things happened in Rhine,” Rita explained quietly. “June 3oth is just a really bad day in Rhine City’s history,” Iris added. “It all goes back to right after the city was founded. They say on the night of June 30th, way back in the mid 1700’s, Rupert Rhine was fearing what might happen during the Revolution and pleaded with God for his city to be safe from harm. A tall, thin man knocked on his door and promised him the city would never fall to crime if he gave up his firstborn son. And, well… his son vanished after that night.” “I think he was just covering up an accidental death or something,” Rue said. “Or it’s just one of those bullshit tall tales people made because Rupert Rhine sucked as a mayor. Almost as much as the current mayor sucks, come to think of it. “Definitely just a rumor,” Akina agreed. “Probably,” Rita admitted. “But… You gotta admit, it sure is weird that June 30th has this weird history in this town…” “Speaking of Miss Bright, I’m guessing we can’t talk about the Secret Squirrel business you and Akina are up to, right?” Rue asked jokingly. “Secret… Squirrel business?” Akina glanced at Rita and lifted an eyebrow. “You know, the stuff with Miss Bright,” Rita nodded. “And yeah, definitely not talking about that. Who knows who’s listening?” “I can tell you who’s listening,” Rue replied as she squinted at her computer screen. “RenegadeLily90. She’s still saying she wants us to interview her about the time she fucked a vampire. We get some real weirdos tuning in.” “Haha, yeah, having sex with a vampire. What an unrealistic concept,” Iris laughed nervously, her face turning a bit red. Akina wondered if she was a bit of a prude. “On the bright side, only one comment saying I sound like a man this week! Making some real improvement!” Rue clapped sarcastically before running her finger over the mousepad. “Aaaaaand blocked.” Once again, Akina felt completely lost and confused. Sure, her voice was a little deeper than the average female’s, but so were several of her family members, and none of them sounded masculine. Rue shrugged again. “It’s probably my ex with another fake account. He’s still mad at me six years later for being a ‘traitor to gay men everywhere’ or whatever it was he said. I honestly don’t care. I just block his ass on sight every time he leaves a comment.” “'A traitor to gay men'? But you’re a woman…?” “A trans woman,” she replied as she gestured at her pants. “Were the pajamas not a dead giveaway?” “Rue is not known for her subtlety,” Iris added. “Oh.” Akina slapped her face and sighed. “Honestly, I had no idea.” Still, it was another reason why she liked women. Men were dicks. Rue laughed. “Don’t sweat it, it’s really not a big deal.” “Well, uh, regardless, that guy’s a prick.” “He is!” Iris agreed. “I should have Allen kick his ass!” “What, is he going to challenge him to a duel? Pull out a flintlock pistol or a rapier or something?” Rue teased. Iris was about to reply when Rita’s phone vibrated. “Pizza’s here!” she chirped. She zoomed out of the room, returning a few moments later with two delicious-smelling pizzas. “Dinner is served!” she exclaimed. Akina’s mouth was practically watering. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was, but her stomach sang its praises when she took a bite of her slice. “Mmm!” “Alright ladies!” Rita announced as she finished swallowing her first bite. “Who’s ready for Gamera vs. Gyaos?” With a shrug, Akina answered, “Sure.” It wasn’t long at all before the four of them were settled in and watching the movie. It wasn’t as crazy as she thought it would be, but the action (which was what she specifically enjoyed from movies when she was able to watch them) took too long to appear. Admittedly, Gamara was pretty cool. She’d never seen a giant, flying turtle before, so that was entertaining to watch. The whole movie overall dragged on a little too long, though, so she was relieved when the credits finally started rolling. “Rita, why did you make us watch this?” Rue sighed, an amused look on her face, as the movie ended. “Maybe you could pick the movie next time!” Rita giggled. “Maybe, but I like when you do all the work,” Rue shrugged. “Maybe Iris could… Wait, no, she’s gonna pick the Phantom Blood movie or something.” “That movie is lost media,” Iris moped. “I don’t have a copy…” “You’d find it just to make us sit through it,” Rue snarked. The girl turned to Akina. “What about you? Would you do this again? You could pick something. Hopefully something that’s a little more exciting.” “You’re more than welcome to come back,” Rita said, batting her eyelashes at Akina. “I sure wouldn’t mind you being member number four of our little group, that’s for sure! Be a nice way to unwind after all the running around for Miss Bright.” “I don’t know if my taste in movies is something you’d like,” she pointed out. “Well, what is your taste in movies?” Rita asked, leaning forward a bit. “Oh, you know, those big blockbuster ones full of action,” she shrugged. “I know they’re kind of dumb because they’re all the same, but they’re fun.” “Well, you know what?” Rita smirked. “Now that there’s four of us, I think it would be fun to watch more than just whatever trashy monster movies I can dig up. Rue, you could put in some effort and bring in some of those slasher movies and trashy comedies you like!” Rue grinned. “You’re gonna regret saying that, I promise.” Rita turned to Iris. “And you can bring in all those anime movies of yours!” “Finally!” Iris sighed happily. “And Akina,” Rita said as she finally turned back to her, “I think we’d all be happy to watch some non-stop adrenaline-fueled action films now and again!” She stared in shocked surprise. “Wait, really? I don’t want to ruin your tradition. Seriously, this was fun, even if it’s not exactly what I’m into.” Rita wagged her finger. “Traditions are meant to be broken, my dear Akina! Besides…” She paused and gave her a playful smile. “I think watching the kinds of films someone else likes is a great way to get to know them.” “I guess that’s true,” she agreed. She did feel like she knew Rita a little better after watching the Gamera movie. Rue and Iris exchanged knowing glances. “I think this’ll be fun,” Iris added. “Um, if you want to do this. I know we’re pretty weird and all. I hope we haven’t put you off or anything.” “Well, she hasn’t run screaming from the room yet,” Rue snarked. “I think we got her, gals.” “Shit, guess you have,” she laughed. Not that she minded. It felt really nice to have friends again that accepted her without question. As the girls started preparing to record their webshow, Akina sat and watched in her beanbag chair. Even though she wasn’t going to spend the night, she decided to at least support them by being a live audience member. You know what? she thought to herself with a small smile. I think I’d be game to do this every weekend. ****** Ryo’s associate had done as he was asked, but the information was not what Jemima had expected. When Minerva had first unceremoniously resigned, Jemima had sent her small team of mercenaries to stake out her diner. Minerva had reportedly sold it to a couple she was friends with, but she had been seen almost daily at the diner. Jemima had made it very clear to her she would not tolerate her presence in the city. Instead of running, however, Minerva had went into hiding. As a result, Jemima had been trying to keep tabs on where her former employee was hiding in order to force her out of Rhine City. Each day was hard enough keeping criminals in check and ensuring her alliances with others in the city were strong and beneficial to her cause. Doing so knowing one woman could attempt to ruin her empire was causing unnecessary stress. Still, at least she had a starting point. Ryo’s associate had spotted Minerva leaving Brightside’s diner on Tuesday June 20th. Back to the beginning, Jemima sighed. Perhaps Minerva assumed it was safe to return to the restaurant as Jemima had stopped directing her mercenaries to scope it out. She had foolishly believed the woman would avoid returning to it. Either Minerva was smarter than she gave her credit for, or she was stupid and had taken a risk. With a sigh, she set down the piece of paper containing the associate’s report on her desk and rubbed her forehead. It was only 11:24 A.M., and she was already exhausted. If there wasn’t so much to do, she’d be tempted to call it a day and crawl beneath her grey Egyptian cotton sheets with a pint of her favorite ice cream and a movie on her large flat-screen HDTV that hung on the wall opposite her king-sized bed. “Tough day, boss?” asked Macavity as he walked into her office with two steaming hot cups of tea. “It’s not even noon yet. I honestly think you need a vacation.” “I would love one, but you know as well as I that this city can’t last an hour without me.” “True enough,” he said as he handed one of the cups to her. “Wouldn’t trust anyone else to watch this city. Not even Ryo. And definitely not the mayor.” “The mayor has proven himself utterly useless. Why he is still in office when he has done nothing worthwhile to hold such a position is a true mystery.” She took a small sip from the mug. A delicious fruity herbal flavor soared down her throat. Macavity sipped his own tea. “Honestly surprised you haven’t tried to get any eyes or ears in his office, see what he’s up to. I know Ryo has. Kenzo’s told me about it. Says every attempt has just been met with baffling failure. Real fishy, ain’t it?” “Of course not,” she laughed. “It’s a government building.” Macavity chuckled, then held up a finger. “Ah, right! Didn’t want to bother you with this while you were busy. You got a phone call earlier.” She sighed. “Don’t I always?” Lowering her hand from her forehead, she asked, “Who is it from, and what do they want?” Macavity paused. “See, that’s the odd thing. The one who called is a countess. Owns a castle and a small village out in Europe. Looked into her while you were working and all. She says she’s in the city and needs help with a matter most dire and wishes to speak with you ASAP. Left her number and all so you could call back.” “A European countess wants to talk to me? How bizarre.” Though, admittedly, an alliance with someone of that kind of power and status would be rather beneficial to her cause. Slowly, a smile crept onto her face. “Very well, then. Give me her number, and I shall speak with her.” Macavity reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. “Here you are, boss,” he said as he handed it to her. “Thank you, Macavity. Can I trust you to ensure I have a dinner reservation this evening at Gin’noken Sushi?” Macavity nodded. “Of course. I’m sure Mr. Amano will love to hear about this. And I’d love to go and drink with Kenzo and ignore him.” With a laugh, she shooed him out of the room. She waited a few long seconds after he left to pick up the black landline telephone sitting on her desk and dial the number Macavity had given her. Her number was, of course, listed publicly in the Rhine City directory, and as that was how the countess had likely called her, she opted to use that number rather than her personal cell phone. She held the black plastic handset to her ear and listened to each dull, long ring. On the third one, there was an answer. A tired yet pleasant woman’s voice said, “Hello… I presume this to be Miss Mathers, yes?” The woman sounded younger than Jemima had hypothesized. She held the piece of paper up to read the Countess’s name written on it beneath her phone number. “That is correct. Is this Countess Nadia Shibani?” “Indeed,” Nadia replied. “I hate to be a bother, truly. But I am to understand that it is you who is queen of this city, so to speak. Am I correct in believing this?” Queen of Rhine City? That was new, though not an unwelcome comparison. With an amused smirk, she replied, “I suppose you could say that.” “Excellent,” came the pleased, breathy reply. “I dislike jumping right into business, but I have an issue, one only the aid of someone as… grandiose as myself could possibly help achieve… Tell me, Miss Mathers, might there be an upcoming time that would be suitable for us to meet?” Last minute meetings were one of her greatest pet peeves. Her schedule was frequently booked, and fitting someone in on such short notice was difficult. “I’m afraid I’m a very busy woman, Countess.” “Is there no hope at all, then? I certainly do not wish to steal away your time, but I am willing to make it all well worth your while. I would not ask assistance if nothing is all I had to offer in return.” She didn’t like being that woman, but bribes were quite a motivation. “Perhaps I can find a moment somewhere.” “Truly? Where and when shall we meet?” That was the real question. Where should they meet? “How dire is this… situation you are experiencing?” There was a long pause on the other end. “It is… quite difficult to say, as of now. The sooner the better, though I do not at all wish to intrude in your busy life more than is necessary.” She quickly ran through a mental list of the earliest time she had available, which she determined to be dinner that evening. Business meetings during a meal wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for her, but she had been looking forward to being alone this particular evening to destress after such a taxing day. Perhaps it is a tad selfish, she admitted to herself. However, the following evening was free on her schedule as well. With a small sigh, she asked, “Would you care to join me for dinner tomorrow night?” “Oh, so soon? If you wish it, I will quite happily join you. Where shall we be meeting? Your house? Elsewhere?” “I will be dining at Gin’noken Sushi at approximately 7:00 P.M. Simply tell the hostess you are meeting with me, and they will escort you to my table.” “Then I shall see you there, Miss Mathers. I eagerly await our meeting.” “As do I,” she lied before ending the call. She wasn’t particularly that interested, although she was mildly curious about what exactly the Countess needed from her. “Aw, not excited to meet a noble?” Macavity chuckled as he sipped his tea. As per usual, he could see right through her. “As quiet as a cat,” she teased. “I didn’t even hear you come back in. But yes, you’re right. Unfortunately, it seems I will need another dinner reservation for tomorrow as well. Same time, same place.” “Oh, two dinners in a row? Really spoiling yourself this week, eh boss?” She fought back a smile and said, “Oh, hush now. Tomorrow evening is simply a meeting with the Countess.” She sighed. “Though I suppose Mr. Amano will insist on joining us.” “Lovely,” Macavity stated dryly. “Kenzo and I can make bets on how long it’ll be before something the countess says sets him off.” With another sigh, Jemima replied, “So long as someone is amused. Nevertheless, has the reservation for this evening been confirmed?” “Of course. What do you take me for, boss?” “The best employee on my staff,” she smirked. “I hold you to high standards, you know.” “And I do my best to live up to them,” Macavity said as he downed the rest of his tea. “I’ll tell you this, working for you is far more exciting than cooking Japanese cuisine.” She laughed and replied, “I have no doubt. I suppose it is hard to avoid such entertainment with the life I lead.” “To be frank, wish things could be less exciting sometimes. Between the whole thing with Minerva and all the gangs around, I could do with less excitement.” “I admit, I do feel the same some days. It can get quite exhausting cleaning up the city.” Often, she’d thought about taking a vacation for a few days of relaxation. The thought of returning to Rhine to find it in an even worse state than when she’d left it kept her rooted, however. “Maybe this Countess will prove trustworthy enough to watch the city so we can go somewhere sunny for a bit. Maybe Bermuda. Have an uncle there. Think he makes ginger beer.” “It would be rather nice to lounge by the ocean again,” she sighed fondly. “I haven’t seen one properly in so very long.” “New England beaches aren’t very glamorous,” Macavity agreed. “Unfortunately not,” she sighed. “But we cannot count on someone whose name we barely know to handle such a task. Perhaps someday soon we can plan a vacation.” “For now, I’ll just plan your evening, then,” Macavity stated. “Maybe I’ll get your outfit ready and all that.” “Since when are you my fashion consultant as well?” she asked, staring at him in bewilderment. “Since you hired me,” he noted dryly. “One of my many talents.” She shook her head with a smile and shooed him away again. “Go, I have things to do, and you have a second reservation to make on my behalf.” He gave a small salute. “Right, boss. You call me if you need me.” He turned and made his way out of the room. As soon as he was gone, she sighed and sat down in her seat again. Truthfully, she could use a nap before her dinner that evening, but there were still many phone calls to make and plotting to do. Opening her planner, where she listed all of her duties to complete each day, she thought, Crime never rests. Maybe one day she and Macavity could finally enjoy the fruit of their labor by taking a wonderful vacation somewhere tropical, but for today, she had work to do. ****** Flynn stared into the full length mirror hanging on his bedroom door and sighed. The green and black plaid flannel shirt he was wearing looked nice, but he knew it would probably look nicer on someone else, specifically someone less ugly. He ran a finger across the scar on his face. “Thanks, Dad,” he muttered angrily. He’d been fortunate to have spent most of his life growing up with his mother in Scotland and away from Timothy Dangerfield, but after she died, Timothy came back and forced Flynn down the vampire killer career path that was typical of the Dangerfield family. Flynn had barely recognized his dad when he’d returned, what with the missing arm, numerous disfiguring scars, and his newfound proclivity for eating his meat disgustingly rare. The training Flynn had been put through was nothing short of hellish and miserable, and through it all, he’d never gotten so much as a scrap of affection from Timothy. Then he’d gone to the Black Forest, and almost immediately, Gabby had singled him out and befriended him. He had no idea why; she was essentially vampire royalty, and he was just the descendant of the miserable old prick who decided to spin tall tales about Dracula to Bram Stoker, forever smearing the vampire’s legacy. For some reason, she’d decided he was going to be the one to watch and protect her, and she had been incredibly sweet and accommodating. He hated to admit it, but he’d become smitten with her pretty quickly. But then along came Jojo. It hadn’t taken Flynn long to realize that Gabby had a thing for the German man. He had secretly hoped maybe Jojo’s and Gabby’s long chat on the plane was her just being friendly, but the events of the past few days had confirmed what he’d suspected. Even so, he wasn’t really upset or angry; those two were the first people who had cared about him in a long time, and they actually enjoyed his company. How could he really be hurt that they made each other happy? And could he really blame Gabby for liking Jojo? He was sweet and handsome with beautiful dark blue eyes and soft lips… “Fuck’s sake, what is wrong with me?” Flynn muttered. He’d been feeling rather odd in the presence of some of the men in the house. Rex and his habit of being shirtless had frequently made him flustered, and Jojo… Flynn had occasionally stopped and wondered if it was Gabby or Jojo he was more jealous of. As far as he knew, he only liked women, though he’d never really given any sort of attraction much thought. He’d always been too self-conscious for that because of his scar, but here he was crushing on his two closest friends, dealing with confusion about his sexuality, and, for the moment, feeling utterly miserable. On top of all of this, he was tasked with keeping Gabby and Jojo safe on their movie date. This is why he was getting dressed up nicely, with the purpose of blending in so he could chaperone them to the theater and ensure nothing bad happened to them while they were out, something that would be easier said than done considering he couldn’t exactly bring his sword with him. Still, he wanted to be a good, supportive friend, so he was going with them. Though he wondered why they’d want to be seen in public with someone like him. They were both so beautiful, and he was so ugly. A knock at the door interrupted his self-loathing. “Flynn?” came Gabby’s voice from the other side. “Are you ready?” Flynn jumped a bit in surprise. “Uh, yeah! Sorry, I was just getting the right shirt on and all.” “Can I come in? Or are you still changing?” “You can come in, it’s fine,” he replied. The door opened, and Gabby peeked in with a smile. She was wearing in a royal blue summer dress that featured honey bees and sunflowers. “You look really nice!” she complimented. He couldn’t help but blush and mumble, “You’re just saying that.” “Nuh uh,” she argued. “You do look nice. Green compliments your hair well. And it’s different from what you normally wear.” She smiled again. “Well, uh, thanks,” he said sheepishly, a smile on his face. “Is Jojo ready?” “I’m not sure. Want to go with me to find out?” Flynn nodded. “We need him, don’t we?” She shyly nodded. “Mmhm!” “Well then,” Flynn replied, “that settles it.” He strolled to the door and gently took Gabby’s hand, leading her down the hall towards where Jojo’s room was. He hadn’t been sleeping in there much as of late as he was doing his best to avoid another encounter with Moore, but all of his clothes and belongings were still in there. Speak of the devil, Flynn thought bitterly as they saw the bald, bearded vampire killer leaning against the wall outside of Jojo’s room, glaring at the door with a ferocious intensity. As they approached, he turned his head to gaze coldly at them. To Flynn’s surprise, Gabby spoke first, her voice uncharacteristically chilly. “What are you doing here?” “Think I could ask you the same thing, girl,” the man snarled. “I suppose you’re behind that little body double trick?” “Pretty sure Gabby can’t make two of someone,” Flynn retorted. “Maybe someone else isn’t happy they have to share the house with a sick fuck like you.” Flynn realized he was running his mouth a bit considering the man before him was a vicious criminal, but his desire to protect Jojo galvanized him and steeled his resolve. Even when Moore grabbed him by the throat, his anger eclipsed any fear he might have had. “You think Eve gives one single shit about what happens to that skinny little bitch? She calls the shots, and her special boy okayed this, so why you think you have any right to mouth off to me—” Moore suddenly released him and started walking backwards, retreating down the hallway. Flynn smirked as he rubbed his throat. Gabby had told him about her power, but he hadn’t had a chance to see it in action yet. He had to admit, it was a lot funnier than he’d imagined. “Aww, Baldy’s running away,” came a voice from behind them. “I was hoping we’d get to rough him up a bit.” Flynn turned around to see Jerrod (the source of the voice) and Mina approaching them. “Are you both alright?” Mina asked. “I’m fine,” Flynn coughed. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” Beside him, Gabby looked concerned, but she stayed quiet. “The real question is did he hurt you, kid?” Jerrod asked Gabby. “Cuz if he did, I’m pretty sure the big boss lady will turn him inside out. She wasn’t too happy seeing that freak bullying you.” “This is why you don’t toss her name around carelessly,” Mina nodded. Gabby shook her head. “I’m fine.” “Well, good!” Jerrod proclaimed. “We’re gonna go keep an eye on him, and if he tries any more rape-y shit, Mina’s boyfriend is going to make sure he spends the rest of his life breathing through tubes!” “He’s not my boyfriend,” Mina stated emotionlessly. Jerrod pulled his shades down and peered at her before finally shrugging. “Well, anyway, carry on you two.” Jerrod matched off down the hall, Mina following him after she gave a sad little wave to Flynn and Gabby. “So, Rex is single…” Flynn muttered, sidetracked for a moment by this nugget of information. Gabby was quiet again, and when he glanced at her, he noticed a worried, guilty expression on her face. She was staring after the two vampire killers, but she didn’t seem to really be looking at them, almost as though her mind was elsewhere. “Gabby?” Flynn asked, concern in his voice. “It’s my fault,” she whimpered. “What’s your fault? You didn’t do anything!” She turned her head towards him and looked like she could start crying at any second. “You heard Mr. Moore. Someone told him to do that to Jojo. If I had just tried to listen, maybe this never would have happened.” Flynn pulled her into a tight hug. “Don’t you ever blame yourself for what that sicko did.” “He’s right,” came Jojo’s voice as he peeked out of his room. “Do not put Moore’s guilt on yourself. He’s a wicked man on his own.” Gabby shook her head. “In the forest, I saw Mr. Moore talking to Jack. I wanted to listen, but I saw how you reacted when Grandma said his name, so I went the other way. If I’d just gotten a little closer, maybe I could’ve heard them talking about…” Her eyes were watering, and she looked miserable. Jojo slipped out of the room entirely, dressed in his usual attire (a red tank top and a pair of black gym shorts). Flynn let go of Gabby so the man could hug her. “Gabby,“ Jojo reassured, “Jack is pure evil. You cannot blame yourself because he did all he knows how to do.” She wrapped her arms tightly around him. “But I could have stopped him if I knew. I could’ve told Mom, and maybe she would’ve done something. You didn’t have to go through that.” “Gabby, it is not your fault, understand? Now come on, I believe I have a date to take you on!” The smile that spread over Jojo’s face as he comforted Gabby and held her close made Flynn’s heart flutter a bit. Her head nodded, and she pulled away from Jojo. She still looked upset, but it was trumped by her excitement about the movie. Despite the day’s rocky start, things started looking up from there. The trio managed to slip out of the house unbothered and caught a bus at a nearby stop (which Gabby had looked up the previous night in preparation). They hopped on a half-full bus which they rode until it reached their stop at the Rhine City Cinema. After that, the only real trouble was deciding on what to watch. The decision may have been easier if Gabby had been paying attention to the list of movies and not staring at the interior of the theater wide-eyed. Her childlike wonder was almost comical. How she had been alive this long and had never been in a movie theater before was beyond Flynn’s comprehension. Eventually, they managed to get her to focus long enough to make a decision on what to watch. Jojo gave a hard pass to The Handy & Ydnah Movie, which was a shame because Flynn liked their show and thought the film looked funny. Still, it wasn’t his date, so he didn’t argue. The Captain Underpants movie looked fun, but none of them had read the books it was based on. There were new movies in the Mercenaries and Arya Mournblade franchises, but they decided against seeing those because none of them had seen the preceding films. They considered The Mummy, but they backed out of that after Flynn mentioned that he hated Tom Cruise. He did feel a bit bad, but he really couldn’t stand the guy and appreciated that his friends weren’t going to make him sit through nearly two hours of his brand of acting. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Jojo asked, “How do you both feel about Wonder Woman?” Gabby’s face lit up with renewed excitement. “She’s a superhero, right?” “Ja!” Jojo nodded. “Do you like superheroes? They seem to pop out a dozen movies with them a year. I usually like them, but how do you two feel?” “I’ve seen a couple on tv before,” she answered. “Can we see this one?” She turned to Flynn and asked, “Would that be okay with you?” It would be more than okay. Flynn had grown up watching shows like Adam West’s Batman and the Lynda Carter’s Wonder Woman with his mom. He wasn’t going to say no to seeing his favorite superhero on the silver screen, especially not when he would be holding up his friends’ romantic outing by answering in the negative. “Yeah,” he grinned after mulling this all over. “That would be okay.” Gabby quietly squealed with excitement and bounced on her tiptoes. “This is going to be so much fun!” It was readily clear as they prepared to head into the movie that Gabby was having as much fun as she’d hoped. Everything about the theater had her over-the-moon, and Jojo was happy to indulge her in every little thing to make her day special, even the overpriced food and arcade games. Flynn stood by and watched the two happily, but part of him felt really awkward and intrusive. He felt like a third wheel in this scenario, even if they were being sweet and including him as much as possible. This feeling was only emphasized, though, once they were seated for the movie. Gabby sat in-between the two men and excitedly ate her popcorn, which she was comically ecstatic to have. When it was gone, she leaned against Jojo, who put his arm around her. Yet again, Flynn was happy for them, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward. He wondered if Gabby could sense this as, later on, she turned to smile at him and gently grabbed his hand. Flynn felt fortunate the theater was dark because he was certain his face turned almost as red as his hair. The movie ended up being rather enjoyable, although he couldn’t help but pay attention to his friends more than the film itself. Gabby leaned over to Jojo frequently during the film, asking him if any of this was accurate to real life, with Jojo jokingly responding yes to almost everything. These two are seriously cute, Flynn thought happily. He was glad they had found each other. As they exited the theater once the film was over, Jojo asked, “So, how did we all like the movie?” “I liked it,” Flynn replied. “It kinda lost me a bit at the end, but I thought it was really good. Wonder Woman was as cool as I hoped she’d be.” “It was so cool!” Gabby gushed, a huge grin on her face. “I’m so glad we saw this movie!” “So am I!” Jojo grinned. “I think we should definitely do this again sometime, ja?” “Yes!” she agreed. The trio walked down the long, navy blue carpeted corridor with a crowd of people. Just like in the theater, Gabby was sandwiched between Flynn and Jojo. And, just like in the theater, she took his hand and smiled at him. “Thank you for coming with us today,” she said softly. “Well, I mean, what kind of bodyguard would I be if I didn’t?” Flynn laughed nervously. “Plus, you know, you’re both my friends. I’ve gotta keep you safe.” “Yeah, but I know it was, um, probably awkward for you to be here with us,” she admitted. “I really appreciate it. You’re a good friend.” She squeezed his hand as if to emphasize her point. “Seriously, don’t mention it,” he murmured. “I’m just glad you didn’t, you know, find me a bother.” “A bother? I was very happy to have you here,” Jojo protested. “I feel bad you probably felt so awkward, but I like it being the three of us.” “Me too,” Gabby agreed. “It probably sounds dumb, but…” She hesitated before finishing her sentence. “…I feel like we’re all meant to be together like this.” “No, that’s not dumb at all!” Flynn exclaimed. “I, uh, I feel that way too.” And he did. Being with these two felt oddly right, even if it seemed awkward at first. He’d felt a little out-of-place, but he wouldn’t have rather been anywhere else than with them. This seemed to reassure Gabby, at least. She beamed at him and swung his hand and Jojo’s as they neared the lobby. From there, the trip home was rather uneventful, save for a few moments where Jojo stole Gabby aside to kiss her. Flynn tried not to feel a little jealous (though of who he couldn’t quite determine). As they walked from their bus stop to the house, Gabby cheerfully chirped, “That was even better than I’d ever imagined!” “I’m glad you thought so!” Jojo replied. “Now, I just have to make sure I keep giving you delightful experiences like this!” She turned her head towards him, and though Flynn couldn’t see her face, he was sure she was grinning happily at Jojo. I’m really happy for these two, Flynn repeated in his head, as if trying to convince himself. He knew he was happy for them, but something was bothering him. He didn’t have much time to dwell on that feeling, however, because they found Amon waiting for them on the doorstep as they returned home. “Why hello there, Gabriella, Johan, and Flynn. I was wondering where you might be.” Gabby’s head drooped, almost as though she knew she’d been caught sneaking out. “Hi, Amon,” she replied quietly. “No need for that, Gabriella,” Amon said gently. “I’m not here to get you in trouble. I was just asked by Randall if I could find you, I believe he and his brother have something for you. And before you ask, your mother is unaware you’ve been out. I had Rex take her out to get groceries earlier, and they are not back yet.” “Oh,” came her surprised reply. “You’re not going to tell her?” “Whatever is there to tell?” Amon shrugged. “It seems Flynn is doing his job, so I don’t see any reason to tell her anything. Just stay safe, my dear, that’s all I ask. There are a lot of people who would be devastated if anything happened to you.” He opened the door and held it for the trio. “Thank you,” she said quietly, a relieved tone in her voice. She led the boys inside, her hands still tightly holding theirs, but turned back towards Amon once they were in the front hall. “Do you know where Randall and Vincent are?” “Most likely in the living room with Hannah. I asked them to keep an eye on Rhapsody.” “Thank you, Amon!” Gabby headed in that direction with Jojo and Flynn right beside her. True to his word, Randall, Vincent, Hannah, and Rhapsody were in the living room. Vincent was seemingly snoozing on the couch, with Hannah sitting next to him quietly reading a book. Rhapsody was slumped in an armchair nearby with an incredibly blissful look on her face. Randall, meanwhile, was pacing back and forth nervously across the white carpet, mumbling to himself. He stopped when he saw them enter and waved nervously. “H-H-Hi, G-Gabby. And Jojo, and Flynn,” Randall mumbled as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Um. How are you all?” “We’re doing great!” Gabby was definitely in high spirits after the movie date. “Amon said you were looking for me?” “Y-Yeah!” Randall exclaimed, smiling nervously. “Um. W-We, m-my brother and I, that is, we, um…” “We went out and got you something, as a present,” Vincent yawned from the couch. Flynn was impressed at how well the man could make himself look like he was genuinely asleep yet be completely awake and alert. “Oh, and Hannah chipped in, I guess.” “You guess,” she huffed. “I gave you quite a bit of money, Vincent.” “But you wouldn’t come in the store with us,” he retorted sleepily. Hannah’s face turned red and she stared down at her book. “Well… I can’t just walk into a normal store wearing wizard robes. I’ll get weird looks.” “Maybe you just need a makeover,” Gabby offered. “I wouldn’t mind helping!” “A… makeover?” Hannah muttered. “But that’s so… I mean, I don’t…” “She’d love to. Don’t worry, she’s just not used to this all yet,” Vincent yawned. “Anyway, Randall, give her the present.” Randall gestured for the three of them to follow him, and he led them over to a cardboard box on the opposite side of the couch. “W-We asked y-y-your mom, and she told us you liked movies, so we went to an indoor flea market and got you a b-b-bunch. I, um, we hope you like them.” Gabby’s entire face lit up. If it was at all possible, her smile grew even bigger as she released Flynn’s and Jojo’s hands and peeked inside at the contents. “There are so many movies in here!” she gasped. “You really got all of these for me?” “Y-Yeah!” Randall exclaimed as he wrung his hands. “We figured you might want some variety if you’re gonna be watching stuff with Jojo and Flynn here,” Vincent said as he pulled himself up off the couch and stretched. “Your mom said you’ve got a pretty small collection, so we figured we’d expand it, you know? Found a lot of gems, mostly 80’s ones. The Lost Boys, Highlander, The Goonies, Big Trouble in Little China…” “Highlander, huh?” Flynn asked excitedly. “That’s my favorite movie! Looks like these guys really know quality, huh Gabby?” “Um, if it’s okay, maybe, um, could we… maybe…” Randall began before trailing off in an awkward mumble. “What my brother is trying to say is: Maybe we could all watch something together sometime? Not that we want to intrude, or anything,” Vincent added. Gabby enthusiastically nodded. “I’d love to!” She paused a beat before inquiring, “Do you want to watch one now?” Vincent shrugged and said, “Sure, why not?” Gabby glanced back at Flynn and Jojo and meekly asked, “Is that okay?” “Of course it is!” both men exclaimed at once. They glanced at each other after, with Jojo giving a friendly wink to Flynn. Once more, Flynn felt very flustered; he hoped his face didn’t turn too red.. With minor difficulty, Gabby picked up the box. She glanced at Hannah and offered, “Do you want to come, too?” Before she could respond, Vincent replied, “She absolutely does. Oh, uh, can we bring Rhapsody too? We were supposed to be watching her while she, uh…” “I’m fine,” Rhapsody moaned from the chair, “Don’t worry about me. Holy shit, what are these colors…?” She seemed to sink further down in the chair, sighing happily. Gabby hesitated, staring at the odd vampire as though debating whether or not to invite her as well. “I don’t want you to get in trouble…” “Awww, you’re really sweet, you know that? Just like your mom. Alright, I guess I’ll come… Anyone seen my cane?” She slowly pushed herself off the chair, and Flynn and Vincent quickly moved over to help her up. Flynn found her cane lying nearby and quickly grabbed it for her so she could steady herself. “Miss Cross. Er, I mean, Gabby,” Hannah stated. “Do you need help with the box?” Sheepishly, Gabby replied, “Yes, please.” Flynn looked over in time to see Hannah wave her hands and levitate the box in the air, a soft purple glow surrounding it. “Don’t worry, this is a very simple trick,” Hannah explained. “That’s so cool!” Gabby exclaimed with wide eyes. “Don’t inflate her ego any more than it already is,” Vincent chuckled as he helped Rhapsody over. “But it is cool,” she repeated as they started walking out of the living room. “I can’t do anything like that! Where did you learn magic?” “I was homeschooled by my parents,” Hannah proclaimed proudly. “Being descendants of the great wizard Merlin, they had all the skill to do it themselves without resorting to sending me to that college of hacks and frauds in Scotland!” Flynn raised an eyebrow at this. The Hidden College of Scotland was pretty well respected. His mom had graduated from there, and she’d never said anything bad about it. He wondered why Hannah felt this way, but judging by the look on her face that indicated a desire to go off on a tangent, it seemed like an explanation would be forthcoming. “What do you mean?” Gabby asked curiously. Vincent cringed at her question, as though he knew exactly what was about to happen. “I’ll tell you what I mean!” Hannah huffed, clearly glad someone gave her the opportunity to voice her opinion. “The heads of the college are a bunch of charlatans and sellouts who care more about money and prestige than actual teaching! They tout my ancestor’s name like it’s some get out of jail free card and then go and sell off the college’s history to some two-bit hack writer so she can puke out a series of subpar children’s books that absolutely butcher everything about magic and convince people you’ve got to be born a wizard just to cast spells! They’re offensive, disgusting, and have no right to proudly display Merlin in their halls let alone any of the other great wizards they slander!” “Wow,” Rhapsody nodded, “Tell us how you really feel, Hannah.” “Oh,” was Gabby’s quiet reply. “I’m sorry. You and your family deserve better than that.” Hannah gave her a genuine, relieved smile. “Thank you. I’m glad you understand, Gabby. I guess that’s why I’m here. Your grandmother promised to put our names back on the map if we helped out with this, although…” She glanced off to the side. “All things considered, I’m wondering just how savory her goals are. Someone who’s up to something good wouldn’t hire Moore or have Nazis, rapists, and serial killers in their coven, would they?” Flynn definitely agreed with that, but then he’d long suspected that Eve wasn’t exactly as righteous as his father made her out to be (and not just because it was his father telling the tales). As much good as his mother said about the college, he’d heard a few rumors they’d sold out Dracula to edge out the competition in magical schooling. A lot of the reading he’d done at his mother’s home had led him to have suspicions about how accurate the Dangerfield account of Dracula’s death was as well. He’d always tried to push these suspicions aside, especially when his dad was training him, because he didn’t really want to believe he was descended from a lying murderer who got famous for butchering an innocent man. Being around the coven, seeing what had happened to Jojo, and talking with Gabby and hearing her frustrations about her life certainly had him changing his tune, however. The group started walking up the staircase, albeit slow enough to allow Rhapsody to keep up with them. Gabby was oddly quiet, but Flynn’s quick glance in her direction told him she was thinking about something. It wasn’t until they finally entered her room and started settling in for the movie that Flynn asked, “What’s wrong, Gabby? You seem a bit more contemplative than usual?” “A penny for your thoughts?” Jojo asked. “Though I guarantee they are worth more than that.” She sighed and tucked her hair behind her left ear. “It’s just… I know Grandma can be frightening sometimes, but she’s never done anything to hurt me or Mom.” “Well that’s because she… Well, I don’t know the exact word for it, but she doesn’t hate you two,” Rhapsody replied as she plopped down on the floor and leaned back against the side of Gabby’s bed. Gabby’s face fell, and she hesitantly asked, “Does she hate Jojo?” “She certainly sounded like she does…” Jojo muttered bitterly. “Nah,” Rhapsody shrugged. “She just doesn’t care. He’s not one of hers, and her favorite most special little boy decided to call dibs on him. But you care, I cate…” She glanced at the other people in the room. “I think they care, too. I dunno. That’s what matters. Maybe she’ll ease up on him, but I wouldn’t bet money on it. Mostly because I don’t gamble. Drugs are the only vice I need.” She settled back down against the side of the bed with a content smile. This didn’t seem to ease Gabby’s worries. Rather, it made her angry (if the glare on her face was any indication). Without another word, she stormed out of her bedroom, leaving everyone inside it confused. Jojo and Flynn glanced at each other, then looked towards the others, who were all concerned as well. “Wait here,” Flynn sighed as he and Jojo ran out after Gabby. She was already halfway down the hall, stopped at one of the many bedroom doors. She lifted a hand and knocked three times on the door loud enough that they could hear it even from a distance. As they approached, they could see the door open. Eve towered a few inches over Gabby in her humanoid form and looked down at her with a startlingly gentle smile. “Why, hello there, Gabby,” she cooed. “How can I help you?” Gabby bravely crossed her arms over her chest and stated, “Jojo is important to me, and I don’t like how he’s being treated here. I want him to be respected like Mom and I are.” Flynn and Jojo both froze in place just a few feet away when Eve noticed them. After a moment, she turned her gaze back to Gabby. “Is that so?” “Yes,” she answered simply. Eve was quiet for a moment. “Gabby… Do you love me?” She seemed to hesitate. Flynn wasn’t sure if she was debating her answer or if she was taken aback by the question. When she did reply, though, her voice sounded sure of her answer. “Yes, of course I do. You’re part of my family.” A pained look crossed Eve’s face, but it vanished as she leaned down and kissed the top of Gabby’s head. “Alright then.” “You’ll leave Jojo alone?” Gabby asked in hopeful surprise. “Oh yes. I care not what happens to him, Gabby, but if you wish for something, I will grant it to you. You give me love, and I give in turn.” She held open her arms. “Embrace me, dear.” Flynn watched as Gabby slowly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Eve, hugging her close. Her face was turned towards them, and she looked confused. “Alright, dear,” Eve said as she let go of Gabby. “Run along, now. I have to prepare for my night out. I’m looking to expand our family a bit. Doesn’t that sound nice? Perhaps I can find you some new friends.” Gabby nodded. “Thank you, Grandma.” She turned to retreat down the hallway, but she paused and hesitantly asked, “Jack and Mr. Moore will leave Jojo alone now, too. Right?” “Mr. Moore is being dealt with by everyone else already. As for Jack… He’s not here, and I have no plans of calling him to us. There’s no need to worry about him.” She visibly relaxed and repeated, “Thank you, Grandma!” With a small smile, Eve retreated back into her room and closed the door as Gabby skipped down the hallway towards Flynn and Jojo. When she reached them, she bounced on her tiptoes and smiled up at Jojo. “Did you hear that?” “I did,” Jojo stammered, “and I hardly believe it.” “It sounds too good to be true…” Flynn muttered incredulously. “Grandma wouldn’t lie to me,” Gabby insisted. “You’re safe now, Jojo.” “Unless Jack shows up,” Jojo mumbled nervously. “I still have this collar on. I’m never really safe.” “We’re going to get it off, Jojo,” Flynn insisted. “Somehow, we…” He trailed off as he looked closer at the collar. It hadn’t exactly struck him before, but the motifs on it were very familiar to him, as they were quite similar to those on the hilt of his sword. “Holy shit,” he whispered. “What?” Gabby asked, worry thick in her voice. “I think I know who made Jojo’s collar,” Flynn replied. Her golden brown eyes widened. “Who?” “There’s this famous vampire mage who makes powerful magical items, and she always puts butterflies on her work as a mark,” Flynn explained. “Her name’s… Rhiannon. Rhiannon Rhydderch.” Gabby gasped as recognition hit her. “I know Rhiannon! She visits sometimes. She’s really nice, and…” She trailed off and glanced at the collar. She frowned and looked conflicted. “Are you sure she made that?” “Not… Not 100%, no,” Flynn admitted. “But we can ask her. She’s a blood mage, and you can call her on the full moon or the new moon with a ritual. That’s how my mom got my sword made.” “The full moon was earlier this month, so when is the new moon?” Jojo asked. “I’m not sure,” Flynn muttered. “We’ll have to look it up. But we’ve got to find out soon because I don’t want that nasty collar on you any longer.” Gabby nodded in agreement. “I made a promise, and I’m going to keep it. Do you know what the ritual is, Flynn?” He nodded. “It won’t be too hard to pull off. But let’s get back to the others. We can talk about this later. At least we have a little bit of breathing room with your grandma on our side for the moment.” With a small gasp, Gabby sheepishly admitted, “I forgot all about the movie.” She slipped her hand into Jojo’s, and the group walked back to her bedroom. All eyes were on them as they entered save for Rhapsody, who was humming to herself and staring off at a nondescript spot on the wall. “Oh hey,” Rhapsody said. “You’re all still alive. That’s good to see. I like you guys.” “Um, s-s-s-sorry, I, um, set the movie up,” Randall mumbled. “I h-h-hope that’s okay.” Gabby nodded. “I’m sorry I ran out like that. I, um, had to take care of a family issue, but everything is okay now!” She gently pulled Jojo over to her bed, where she sat down and patted the spot next to her. Jojo accepted her wordless invitation, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her. Flynn sighed and sat down on the floor, where he was soon joined by Hannah. “Hope you don’t mind if I sit next to you,” she said. “Nah. It’s fine,” Flynn replied. Vincent was giving him a sad, tired look for some reason, but he quietly sat down next to his brother as the movie started. Despite Highlander being his favorite film, Flynn couldn’t help but be distracted by everything that was on his mind. Gabby, Jojo, the collar, Eve, Rhiannon… It was all so much to process. There was one thing he knew for sure, even through all the confusion: He was going to speak with Rhiannon, and he was going to find out how to get that collar off. ****** Nothing rejuvenated Chastity for a shift at the Den like a nice nap. Feeling well-rested and ready for a long, exhausting night, she strolled into the building with her backpack bouncing against her back with each step. The Den had only been open for an hour and a half, but it was already packed (a familiar sight on a Friday night). As she walked across the floor, making her way to the locker room in the back, she waved at a few of her coworkers. Though she’d spent most of the day with Morag to console her, she’d eventually worked out a schedule with Venus. The redhead would stay with Morag while Chastity was at work. Once she was off, they would swap places and Chastity would spend the night with her friend. It would be tiring, but it would help Morag feel safer until they got a security system set up around the house. As she entered the locker room, she was greeted by the curious sight of several shady-looking men in dark suits milling about. Some of the girls glanced nervously at them as they passed by. Sitting on the bench by Chastity’s locker was an older man with tan skin dressed in a dark blue suit and wearing black gloves. He stood up and nodded at her as she entered. “Buonasera, Miss Collins.” He had a noticeable Italian accent, which both amused and confused her. Since when did Remy let Italian men in the women’s locker room? “Good evening,” she purred, deciding not to let any of the men unnerve her. “I understand that Mr. Delacroix has been putting you in the back rooms lately to privately entertain guests in the absence of Miss Macduff. Is that correct?” “Sure is!” She placed her right hand on her hip. He nodded towards one of the men beside him, who gave a slight nod back before heading off towards Remy’s office. “Truly, it is regrettable what happened to Miss Macduff. I can only blame myself, as I did not put the right men on the job to prevent this. I assure you, the men responsible for letting a serial rapist into this club will not be working in this town again.” Her bravado wilted as she processed this information. “What do you mean?” The man smiled. “Don’t worry yourself about the details. Now, I understand that you are usually a dancer. You are going back to dancing now. I, and by extension Remy, can’t afford you wasting time with gloryholes.” Stunned, she asked, “But what about Morag’s spot? I don’t mind filling in for her, really.” “Don’t concern yourself with that. When you are onstage, Scarlet Love comes in. And when she comes, it boosts business. And when business is boosted…” The man paused and gave a snap of his fingers. “…I make more money.” She supposed that made sense, even if she didn’t know who Scarlet Love was. “I didn’t exactly bring anything to wear on stage, though,” she admitted. She didn’t have to get so dolled up when she was behind-the-scenes. “We’ll get you something. By the way, do you know if Miss Love will be here tonight? I was hoping to get her autograph for my grandson’s birthday.” Sheepishly, she admitted, “I’m, um, not really sure who that is, if I’m being honest.” He chuckled. “Well, I can tell you aren’t lying. I imagine she hasn’t explained it to you yet, has she? Your motorcycle-riding friend is a famous stuntwoman and performer at Fordlandia amusement park and has done work on a few movies filmed in the area.” Chastity’s jaw dropped in shock. “Wait… Are you talking about Venus?” “Is that her name? I only know the stage name. But I promise you, your friend is something of a celebrity around here, and her coming into the Den is good for business and for public relations. If this beloved performer is coming in here, why shouldn’t anyone?” He chuckled again, and gave Chastity a sidelong look. “I recommend calling her before you go onstage, Miss Collins. I would very much appreciate getting that autograph. I’d hate to imagine what might happen if my beloved grandson cannot get his birthday present.” So would she, if the warning tone of his voice indicated anything. She forced a friendly smile and promised, “Don’t worry, she’ll be here! She always is when I’m dancing!” Though now she’d have to find a substitute to stay with Morag. The man reached out and gently patted her shoulder. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other. Now, my boys will find you an outfit, so do whatever it is you need to do to get ready. I need to go speak with Mr. Delacroix… If he’s still up for a conversation.” With a polite nod, the man turned and walked away towards Remy’s office. Chastity waited until he left before sitting down on one of the wooden benches and sighing. She slid her bookbag off of her back and pulled her phone out of one of the pockets. While her call to Venus was ringing, she mentally focused on sounding as normal and cheery as possible. Despite how she’d tried to seem unbothered by him, the man had unnerved her. She’d never seen him before, but it seemed he had some sort of hold over Remy. Venus answered the call fairly quickly. “Let me guess, you finally want me to beat the shit out of Remy.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “Not this time. Um, actually, I have some good news!” “Ooh, I love good news! What is it?” “I’m going to be dancing tonight!” she announced with excitement. Truthfully, even though she’d been a little creeped out by the mystery man, she was excited to be back on the floor. She missed being in her element. “Awwwww, man! Why’s it gotta be the night I’m watching poor Morag!” she whined. “Show a little extra cheek for me, girl! Maybe I can catch you when things are better, right?” Shit, that’s not what I expected her to say. Chastity bit her bottom lip nervously. Her mind raced as she frantically tried to come up with a way to get Venus to the Den. One idea came to mind, but it made her cringe. Still, as she was desperate, she asked, “Is there any way you could convince your sister to stay with Morag for a few hours?” “No way, Chastity!” Venus replied. “There wouldn’t be any convincing needed! Lilith would be here before I hung up the phone with her! But what’s with you wanting me there, huh? You need moral support, or…?” Chastity could guess what was supposed to come after that ‘or.’ She couldn’t tell Venus she was being subtly blackmailed into making sure she was present that evening. Instead, she answered, “Babe, it wouldn’t be the same without you here. If anyone is going to stare at my ass, it better be you.” “Alright, alright, I’ll call Lily and be there in a bit. Go knock ‘em dead, girl! But save a dance or two for me!” She was surprised by the relief that washed over her. It was partly because she didn’t have to worry about the mystery man getting upset with her, but another part of it was because Venus would actually be there. Before hanging up, she promised to save the best dances for the redhead. With that being done, Chastity got to work on getting ready for her shift. Since she’d actually be seen tonight, she would need to look her very best. Thankfully, she’d kept her work makeup bag in her backpack. She pulled it out and skipped through the locker room to the restroom to get started. In the midst of getting ready, a knock came on the door. “Chastity,” came the strained, raspy voice of Remy, “you better be fuckin’ in there. Got your special uniform.” “Be right out!” she called. She quickly finished applying blush to her cheeks and glitter to her smokey grey eyelids before packing up her makeup and strolling out of the bathroom. “Please tell me it’s cute at least.” “It don’t matter if it’s cute, Mr. Acquafredda told me to hand this to you, and you’re gonna fuckin’ wear it.” She immediately noticed Remy had a black eye as well as a bit of blood on him. Despite how much she despised him at times, she was still concerned. “Remy, what the fuck happened?” “ My boss decided to have a little chat with me,” he grumbled. “He ain’t happy I’ve been cutting into what’s profitable just so I could sample the wares. What’s the big fuckin’ deal? Morag gets a break after his cunts did nothin’ to keep her from almost gettin’ stabbed, and you get bonus pay for givin’ your boss the full service. Everyone fuckin’ wins here!” “But why are y—” She stopped short as the full extent of what he said hit her. She fought back the urge to physically gag. Naturally, she had no idea who she was servicing when she filled in for Morag, but she’d never imagined one of her “customers” would have been her own boss. Her bottom lip trembled, and she spat out, “You’re disgusting.” With a heavy glare, she shoved past him and continued through the room to her locker. She felt violated. She’d trusted him to keep her safe while on the job, and he’d taken advantage of her instead. If the tips weren’t so good, she’d quit right then and there. Unfortunately, she needed the money, and Morag needed her there (when she returned, anyway). "Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Remy called after her. “You need the goddamn outfit!” With a reluctant sigh, she turned around and slowly walked back towards him. She’d completely forgotten about it. “Fine,” she barked back. “Give it to me, then.” He held out the outfit. It was extremely revealing with hot pink spandex straps that went across the body, complete with a four-strap thong bottom and a four-strap triangle top encrusted with sparkling gemstones (which she highly doubted were real). “Ta-da,” he grumbled. “Now get it on and get out there before I get in more trouble.” “Did you pick this out?” she hissed as she grabbed it from him. “Can you leave now? This is the women’s locker room.” With an incomprehensible snarl, Remy stalked out of the room. As soon as he was gone, Chastity felt like crying. The reality about what she’d gone through unknowingly bothered her, and she really wished Morag or Venus were there with her to help cheer her up. Venus is probably the only reason why I’m actually going to wear this stupid thing. She walked back to her locker and changed into the lewd outfit. It took a few minutes to figure out how exactly to put it on, but eventually, she was dressed. “Who the fuck would wear something like this?” she muttered as she shoved her things into her locker. Perhaps the worst part was the lack of shoes as she didn’t have anything but her pink sneakers. I guess I’m going barefoot. She’d never actually gone without shoes before, but there was always a chance in life to try something new. So, with one final toss of her hair, Chastity strolled out of the locker room with a forced smile. She walked across the floor, waving to several patrons and coworkers as she made her way to her stage. Miraculously, her bare feet didn’t get stepped on by anyone. She spotted a few of the regular patrons crowding around her performance area, with many of them looking visibly intrigued by her return to the stage. Out of the crowd of leering onlookers, one unfamiliar person stood out. It was a tall woman with long dark hair, perfectly smooth skin, and piercing purple eyes who was looking about with mild interest as she walked out. As soon as she saw Chastity, however, her gaze was fixed upon her. She’s new, she thought to herself. She was unbothered, however; she was used to women watching her, though it wasn’t as common a sight as men. Reaching her stage, Chastity climbed up and blew a kiss to her admirers. She waved to Ryker on her left and another coworker, Scarlet, on her right before she began dancing. It was as though she’d never been gone at all. It felt natural, and it was apparent that the crowd around her had missed her as much as she’d missed dancing. It wasn’t long before Venus appeared. As the redhead approached her usual seat, the mystery man from earlier accosted her. The two had a brief chat, which ended after Venus signed a piece of paper he pulled from his shirt pocket. She skipped over to her usual spot on a black leather chair just a few feet away from the stage (which was kept empty as though it was unspokenly saved for Venus) and, as if nothing had happened, began casually tossing money at Chastity. Feeling overwhelming relieved that she was finally there, she made a show of winking at her. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, but the rough start to her shift seemed to make no real difference because everything was semi-normal again. The rest of the night was fairly uneventful and normal. Chastity made a massive amount of tips, and she’d made sure to give Venus plenty of chances to check out her ass. When her shift was finally over and she’d finished getting changed back into her everyday clothes, she joined Venus, who was waiting for her just outside of the locker room. “Sooooo… this was a weird night!” the redhead exclaimed. “A little,” she shrugged. “But it felt good to get back where I belong.” The sickening realization she’d had earlier about Remy slowly crept back as the high she got when she danced faded away. “Do you, uh, think Lilith would mind if we grabbed a drink somewhere or something before we go back? Or, well, I go back anyway?” “Yeah, that should be fine!” Venus replied with a cheery thumbs up, which quickly gave way to a concerned frown as she picked up on her tone. “You okay, girl? You seem… a little off, y’know?” “I’m fine,” she lied. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a few days since I’ve danced.” “That’s understandable,” Venus nodded. “I thought all these mafia dudes around might be freaking you out, I guess. But you’ve got nerves of steel, baby!” Chastity frowned. “Mafia dudes...?” “Yeah, this guy asked for my autograph earlier, and I’m pretty sure he was a crime boss. Like, I swear I’ve seen him on some sort of crime show.” “Oh.” Some of the things the mystery man said made sense now after hearing that. “He didn’t do anything to you, right?” “Nope! He just wanted my autograph for his grandkid! Didn’t want to let a kid down, and also, I need my kneecaps, so I gave it to him!” Relief washed over her once again and she nodded. “How come you never told me you’re so famous?” she asked as they started for the front doors. “Oh, uh, I guess… I assumed you knew?” Venus admitted sheepishly. “Plus, I don’t like gloating about it anyway.” “I had no clue!” she whined. “I felt so stupid in front of that guy when he asked if you were going to be here tonight because I didn’t know who the fuck Scarlet Love is!” “I’m sorry! I thought you knew, I swear! Like after I got that featured scene in Mercenaries a couple years ago, I figured everyone knew, so—“ “Why hello there,” came an unfamiliar voice from behind them. The two women turned around to see the same pale lady who had been one of many watching Chastity perform that evening. With a smile, Chastity asked, “Hello! Did you like the show?” “Why yes, I did! It’s been quite a while since I’ve been able to experience anything like this, so thank you for that, dear.” “Hey, look! You scored another female fan!” Venus exclaimed. “Sorry lady, but you’re gonna have to settle for the silver medal when it comes to being her fan cuz I’m number one!” The woman’s vibrant purple eyes flicked over to Venus. “Oh, is this your, ah… partner? I’m not judging, of course! I had a partner myself a long time ago…” Her hand moved up to her chest and genuine sadness washed over her face for a moment before she smiled yet again. Chastity’s face flushed with heat despite her curiosity about whatever this poor woman had endured. “No, we’re just friends.” “Y-Yeah,” Venus coughed nervously, her face turning almost as red as Chastity’s own. “She’s too heterosexual for me.” “Aww, what a shame. You’re both so cute together,” the woman cooed. “Ah, but I didn’t come over to intrude on your personal life. I came over here because even from my seat I could tell something is troubling you, dear.” “What? No, I’m fine,” she lied. She thought she’d done a great job of leaving her worries back in the locker room, but maybe she’d been off her game. The woman wagged her finger. “You might be able to convince someone else of that, but I’ve lived long enough to know when someone is feeling off!” This puzzled Chastity as the woman didn’t look to be much older than herself, but she didn’t give it much thought. “There might be something going on that’s bothering me, but I promise it’s not going to interfere with my dancing from here on out.” “Oh, I certainly hope so… But, anyway, where are my manners!” She extended her hand. “My name is Eve.” Politely taking her hand and shaking it, she replied, “I’m Chastity.” The woman tilted her head. “Is that your stripper name, or your real name? Giving your real name can be dangerous; a person’s true name has a lot of power, you know.” An involuntary shiver ran down her spine. She’d stuck with using her real name because the likelihood that someone would actually believe her name was Chastity was slim. It was such a cliché stripper name that it worked because this was the first time anyone had ever questioned it. “My stripper name, obviously,” she answered with a shrug. “Hmmm,” Eve said, “I’ll take your word for it, dear. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. Just thought I’d offer my congratulations on a good night and see if you’re doing alright. In a city like this, you can’t be too careful. There are monsters around every corner, aren’t there?” “See, this lady gets it,” Venus nodded. “Rhine City fucking blows.” “Yeah,” Chastity echoed quietly. It was something she was beginning to wholeheartedly agree with based on recent events. “Well, all the more reason for me to be here!” Eve said, spreading her arms wide. “I’m someone who loves to help the downtrodden, suffering, and miserable and give them what they need to fight back against the cruelty of the world, and I ask for little but love in return. Love is a rather precious commodity, wouldn’t you agree? Far more than money, far more than anything in this world, love is… all-powerful.” She sighed. “Oh, I didn’t mean to go on a tangent. My apologies!” “It’s okay,” she automatically replied. “Love makes the world go ‘round, or something like that.” “Something like that,” Eve repeated. “Say… You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who wishes they could combat the injustices of this city, do you? Maybe someone who is going through a hard time and needs all the help they can get?” “That’s about half of the people in this city, if not more,” she laughed. “Well then, I have my work cut out for me!” Eve laughed before shooting Chastity a sly glance. “You know… come to think of it… As I said earlier, you looked like you needed help, dear. Perhaps I could help you?” She exchanged a perplexed glance with Venus before answering the woman. “I appreciate it, but it’s really nothing I can’t handle. It’s just a friend going through a hard time.” “Oh my, that does sound stressful. Ah, well! I suppose I must look elsewhere, then! But here!” With a quick motion, a business card appeared in her hand, which she held out to Chastity. “If ever you need my help, just say the name on the back of the card! It’s simple as that!” She took the card and glanced at it, expecting to see a phone number, but there was nothing of the sort. There was simply a single word, printed in large, shiny red letters: Samael. “What…?” “Perhaps you’ll understand eventually, dear. Or perhaps not! Just remember all I’ve said, hmm? I believe I’ll be seeing you.” With a mysterious wink, the woman walked past them out the door. “That was… weird,” she said after Eve had left. She turned to Venus and lifted an eyebrow. “It sure was!” Venus agreed. “But I’ll take some weird, harmless lady over the mafia any day! Now let’s go get drinks!” With a nod, Chastity slipped the card into the pocket of her jean shorts, and the two left the Den. It was cool outside, which was a nice contrast to the summer heat from earlier that day. Venus led Chastity to Lady, and the two slipped on the bike. Chastity wrapped her arms around the redhead, then they were off. A few minutes later, they were parking outside of one of the many bars in the city. Chastity wasn’t a huge bargoer, so she didn’t recognize it. She followed Venus inside and was surprised to see it was pretty empty. This was preferable though, especially because it meant fewer people would be around to accidentally eavesdrop on their conversation. They each ordered a drink before finding a small, cozy table towards the back of the building. Chastity sat down and took a sip of her Malibu Sunset, a drink that was as cute as its name and just as sweet as the bartender had promised it would be. “So,” Venus began, “what’s on your mind, girl?” She played with her straw nervously. She wasn’t even sure if she was ready to say it out loud, but if she was going to tell anyone about what had happened at work, it would be Venus. Morag was going through too much already to be burdened with this information. “Something happened,” she quietly started. Then she immediately felt stupid. Maybe she was overreacting. It was done and over with, and it wasn’t going to happen again if the mystery man got his way. Venus looked at her curiously. “What? What happened?” “So, um, I found out who one of my… customers was while I was filling in for Morag.” She felt shy embarrassment crawling up her neck towards her face. “Ewww!” Venus’ face contorted in disgust. “Was it someone super ugly or something? How’d you even find out?” “Because he told me.” She was too ashamed to even look at Venus anymore, so she stared into her drink instead, watching the ice cubes dance in the brightly colored liquid as she bobbed the straw around. “...Who was it?” The venomous tone of her voice implied she already knew the answer. Her voice was barely audible when she replied, “Remy.” There was a long moment of silence before Venus spoke again. “So,” she replied in an unnervingly calm voice, “what exactly will it take for Mr. Mafia to give Remy a pair of cement shoes?” Chastity finally lifted her eyes in horror. “Venus, no. It’s… It’s already done and over with. I’m just overreacting, anyway. It’s not a big deal. I’m just upset about nothing.” “Your boss took advantage of you!” Venus snarled. “That’s not fucking okay! At all!” “But did he really?” she quietly replied. “I consented, didn’t I?” “Chastity, sucking your boss off for money is shady as fuck,” Venus insisted. “You have to see what’s screwed up here, right?” She returned her gaze to her drink and nodded slowly. Maybe she wasn’t overreacting at all. Maybe she was valid in how upset she was about it. “I’d kick his ass myself,” Venus growled. “Lily would, too, if I told her. She’d run him over before he could even get a word out. She’s the last person who’d stand for some creep taking advantage of a woman.” Chastity shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over with. Hurting him isn’t going to change what he did.” She paused before hesitantly asking, “Am I dumb for staying there instead of quitting?” “Part of me wants to say yes, since, you know, your boss creeped on you and there are criminals there? But I know you love what you do…” “I do,” she frowned. “And the money is really good. How can I walk away from that?” Venus sighed. “Okay, this will sound really bitchy, but… by having some self-respect?” Chastity flinched. She was right. It did sound bitchy. Still, she was surprised when her bottom lip quivered and tears welled up in her eyes. “Fuck, why did I even say that? I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m just so fucking pissed, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, I just, I don’t want you being taken advantage of just because you love what you do!” Venus stammered. “I’m not working there for Remy,” she snapped back. “I’m working there for me.” “Well, unfortunately that still means you’re working for him, it’s literally unavoidable. Like, I get it, you like what you do, but he’s still running the show!” Venus sniped. “I’m not a fucking idiot, Venus! I know that! I’m the one that’s going to have to go back in there tomorrow and face him, not you. But it doesn’t fucking help that you’re insulting me instead of… I don’t know, supporting me right now.” “I’m sorry, okay? I swear I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of, okay?” She looked away, biting her lower lip. “It hurts seeing this sort of thing. I feel so helpless, just like last time. I want to go kick his fucking ass but…” Chastity frowned, completely confused “Like last time? What do you mean?” “Fuck,” she grunted, slapping the table. “I just keep running my mouth tonight…” With a heavy sigh, she said, “Lily. How do you think she got that scar? It was ten years ago this month. Her high school boyfriend decided he didn’t want to wait on her anymore. She would have died if Grandpa hadn’t found her out in the woods…” Venus’s fury made sense now with this bit of information. “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. “It just sucks that I gotta see someone I love get taken advantage of like that again. And I don’t think Remy will just get in a freak accident and catch on fire like Lily’s boyfriend did,” Venus muttered. Chastity quietly sipped the rest of her drink, unsure how to respond. She was sure Venus just meant she loved her as a friend, but what if she didn’t? What if she meant more? She knew the redhead was into her, but just how much exactly? Did it matter? She wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about it. “I…” Venus began, before shaking her head. “I should probably go. I think I’ve put my foot really far down my throat tonight. I’ll take you home and go relieve Lily of Morag Duty.” “Babe, no, I said I would stay with Morag tonight, and I meant it.” Regardless of how tough a night it had been, she wasn’t going back on her word. “You've got shit to deal with. I can take care of it. Seriously. It’s not a big deal.” “Venus.” Chastity frowned at her sternly. “I’m staying with Morag, and that’s final.” “Fine, fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll just… go home, then.” Chastity finished the rest of her drink, mildly regretting the amount of sugar she'd consumed at such a late hour. “You can stay too, you know. If you want to. She’s got a guest bedroom.” She sighed. “You sure? I’ll probably fuck something up if I stay.” “Like what? Snore too loud?” she teased, trying to lighten the mood. Venus snorted. “That or somehow set the house on fire.” “That sounds like something I would do,” she laughed. She was thankful things seemed normal with them again. This was much preferable to the weird tension a moment earlier. “I would too. I’m pretty stupid,” Venus admitted. “You might be a little dumb at times, but you’re not stupid.” She gave her a grin before standing up. “Ready?” “Yeah, yeah,” Venus replied as she stood as well. “Time to be the designated driver.” They walked out of the bar and climbed onto the back of Lady. Like earlier that day, Venus drove slower than usual, which this time Chastity was thankful for as hurling up the drink she’d just downed wasn’t preferable. When they arrived at Morag’s house, Venus quietly parked in the driveway. Crickets chirped loudly from every spring green lawn on the street. Her pink sneakers and Venus’s black boots slapped against the pavement as they walked, accenting the stillness of the night. There was a light on downstairs visible through the front window. Chastity guessed it was Lilith waiting up for her return. Venus skipped up and knocked on the door. “Lily!” she called out quietly. “We’re here to relieve you of your duty!” A few moments later, Lilith opened the door. “Hey ladies, how’s it hanging?” “Could be better,” Chastity sighed. “Thanks for staying with Morag tonight, Lilith. How’s she doing?” Lilith ran her hand through her hair. “She’s… okay. She’s a nervous wreck half the time, but other than that, she’s been alright, all things considered. She tried sneaking a drink earlier, but I told her it wasn’t gonna help and just sat with her ‘til she fell asleep.” “I really appreciate you helping out. Seriously, thank you. If there’s anything I can ever do for you, please let me know, okay? I owe you one.” Lilith shook her head. “You don’t owe me shit. I’d be a fucking dirtbag if I didn’t help out someone who went through something like that. But if you’ve got things from here… Well, I gotta go get ready for something this weekend. Be seeing you girls!” She blew the two of them a kiss, then strolled over to her car. As soon as the engine roared to life, she was gone in a flash. As they walked inside, Chastity teasingly said, “I don’t think anyone would doubt you’re twins if they saw the way you two drive.” “No kidding!” Venus laughed. “I seriously have no idea what’s wrong with us; we’re a couple of daredevils! Though I’m the only one who made a career out of it. Lily… I have no idea what she does, to be honest.” Chastity closed and locked the front door. “You’ve never asked?” Venus shrugged nonchalantly. “I have, she’s just coy about it. I at least know she does some work for the little Italian guy who owns a burger joint downtown.” “Probably a delivery driver, knowing her.” She laughed, but a yawn immediately followed it. Despite her nap that afternoon, she was exhausted. “So we gonna keep an eye on her in shifts, then? You’re probably tired. I can watch her first.” “Do you think we should?” she asked, the worry from that morning reappearing in her gut. She thought Morag would be fine since she was asleep, but what if she was waking up periodically to drink? Tears stung Chastity’s eyes. I have no idea what I’m doing… What if none of this is helping Morag at all? “I mean… We gotta make sure she stays safe, right?” “Yeah,” she whispered, her fear for her friend growing bigger by the minute. “Hey,” Venus whispered back, putting a reassuring hand on Chastity’s shoulder, “it’ll be okay, girl. We’re here for her. We can get her through this. Lily went through horrible trauma and look at her now! I believe in Morag, and you should too.” “I want to believe that, but it’s hard when I see her like this.” She hated how unsteady her voice sounded. “I’ll sleep in her bed tonight. You can have the guest room. If she gets up to get alcohol, I’ll… probably notice.” Venus nodded. “Holler if you need anything though, okay? I’m gonna keep my ears open.” “I will,” she promised. “See you in the morning, babe.” Despite her fatigue, she managed a smile and blew a kiss in Venus’s direction before heading up the stairs. Her first stop was to visit the bathroom to change into the pajamas she’d packed in anticipation of spending the night at Morag’s. Thankfully, the room didn’t smell like vomit anymore, though that was mostly thanks to the cleaning products she and Venus had used earlier after the doctor had left and Morag had laid down to take a nap. Once she’d closed the door, she slipped her backpack off, set it on the counter, and unzipped it. Inside, packed on top of a fresh outfit for the next day and her work necessities (makeup and her body mist), was her favorite lacy pastel pink tank and shorts pajama set. She pulled it out and got changed, though her mind was elsewhere. She’d never seen Morag like this in the three years she’d known her. She felt utterly useless. How was she supposed to help her friend? Morag needed professional help, but how was Chastity supposed to make sure she got what she needed? Tears stung her eyes again. Things were getting worse by the hour, and she felt like she was drowning with no way to reach the surface. What happened if she didn’t get Morag help soon enough? Would she actually try to hurt herself? Her thoughts were interrupted by something fluttering out of the pocket of her shorts and falling on the tiled bathroom floor. She glanced down to see the card that the woman from the Den had given her earlier. Curiously, she bent down to pick it up. What were the chances that this woman could actually help her? Chastity didn’t know her, and she didn’t exactly trust her. Still, there was something about the earnest way she seemed to want to help. This is so stupid, she told herself. How would saying someone’s name really result in calling them to her? Still, she had this odd feeling like this was something she needed to do. When Chastity finished getting dressed, she rolled her dirty clothes together and placed them in a spare plastic bag she’d brought along to ensure the sweat odors wouldn’t soil her fresh clothes. She shoved the bag into her backpack and, with Eve’s card in her hand, quietly left the bathroom and padded down the hallway to Morag’s bedroom. When she slipped inside, she saw her friend was fast asleep in her bed. To her relief, there didn’t appear to be any alcohol in the immediate area. She set her backpack on the ground by the door and knelt next to the bed at Morag’s side. Her friend was sleeping rather peacefully, but she could still see the worry etched into her face. “It’ll be okay,” Chastity whispered with a frown. “I promise no one is going to hurt you.” She stood and let out a quiet sigh. Eve’s promise from earlier came to mind again. She considered waiting until morning to “call” her, but she wasn’t sure she’d get a chance considering Morag would be awake and would need her full support. With the card still in her hand, she silently left Morag’s bedroom and walked through the house. Venus was already in the spare bedroom, which was across from the bathroom. The light was still on, but she didn’t want to disturb her, so she passed by as quiet as possible and walked down the stairs. Chastity decided the best place to do this would be outside. She knew it was ridiculous, and it wouldn’t amount to anything. Still, in the off-chance it did, she didn’t want a complete stranger to appear in Morag’s house. Not that something like that is actually possible, she reminded herself. She unlocked the back door and slipped outside. Morag had a small yard that the two occasionally spent time in on shared nights off. She closed the door over, careful not to let it latch just in case she accidentally locked herself out. Standing on the back step, she sighed. “This is ridiculous.” But the nagging feeling she’d had before, the one that told her this was something she needed to do, overpowered her doubt. So, running a hand through her loose blonde hair, she glanced at the card again. She realized the word printed there was a name: Samael. Beneath it, to her relief, was a pronunciation guide. Chastity mentally read it a few times to practice before she felt ready. With another sigh, she quietly said, “Sam-i-el, I think I need help.” A warm summer breeze blew through the immediate area, but otherwise Chastity was met only with an eerie silence. She was about to turn back inside when the night air was broken by a crunch, followed by a familiar, “Why, hello there, Chastity.” Eve stepped through the yard seemingly out of nowhere, tossing a bitten apple up in the air and catching it without a second thought each time it fell back down. An excited smile was on the woman’s face. “I was certainly hoping you’d call me.” Chastity yelped in surprise, but immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up Morag or alert Venus. “Where the hell did you come from?” she hissed, hurriedly trying to compose herself despite her sudden fright. She shrugged. “I was in the subway, listening to a charming young homeless man perform on his guitar for money. I’m glad I left him a tip and my card before you called me.” Perplexed, Chastity asked, “But how did you get here so fast? There isn’t a subway station anywhere near this neighborhood.” “Well, you said my name, and I made sure a long time ago that I cannot ignore when that happens!” she laughed. “Those who speak my true name must really need my help.” “Your true name?” she asked, even more confused now. “Eve isn’t your real name?” “It’s as I told you before: A person’s true name has great power over them. When I was cast from my home, I chose not to go by the same name I had been given at birth any longer. So I chose the name Eve. It is short, sweet, and easy to remember, I think… And yet, why let a good name like ‘Samael’ go to waste? If such a name is on your tongue, I want to be able to find out who is saying it and where they are because they certainly need me if they’re speaking such a name!” “I still don’t understand how,” she admitted. How exactly had Eve (or Samael, whatever her name was) found her so quickly? “Would you like me to show you?” Eve said, holding out her hand. Chastity’s eyes glanced at the hand stretched towards her. She hesitated. “What will happen if I say yes?” “You will never be able to see the world the same way ever again. But would that really be so bad?” She took a step backwards. “The world is pretty damn bad as it is. I really don’t want to know how much worse it is.” “I didn’t say worse. Just… different. I’m here to help you, Chastity. Not make things more difficult for you.” She wanted to believe that, but like Eve had said, she wouldn’t be able to unsee whatever she was about to see. “Are you going to hurt me?” Eve shook her head. “Absolutely not. You’ve given me no reason to.” She still felt unsure, but she slowly stepped forward and placed her hand in Eve’s. Her skin was smooth, and for a brief moment, Chastity was tempted to ask her about what products she used. That moment was interrupted by a jarring transition from the front of Morag’s house to a bench at the train station, where a scruffy, tan man holding a guitar jumped back in shock. “Why, hello there again, Piper,” Eve smiled sweetly as if this were the most natural thing in the world. “Say hello to Chastity.” The man waved awkwardly and offered a shy smile, his face a bit red and his eyes averted and filled with embarrassment. “How did we get here?” Chastity asked, feeling very overwhelmed. Under her breath, she muttered, “What was in that drink?” “Let me ease you into all this: It was magic, plain and simple.” The man nearby nodded and gave a thumbs up, then waved his hands about in what was clearly sign language, though Chastity didn’t know it well enough to understand what he said. She glanced at Eve incredulously. “Magic? Really?” She held out her hand again and an apple appeared in it. “Is there any other way to explain how we got from your friend’s house to the subway so quickly?” Weakly, she replied, “I’m… drunk?” “You’re not that drunk. You only had a few drinks, didn’t you?” “I… I don’t remember,” she stammered out a lie. She glanced at Piper again, who seemed rather nonchalant about what he’d just learned, simply nodding at her with sympathetic understanding. “You’re absolutely not drunk, dear. You’re simply quite lucky. I always seek out the needy, the downtrodden, the hurting, and I offer them my assistance. I am something of a guardian angel, you might say.” Eve chuckled a bit at this. “They can take my wings, and they can take my heart, but they can’t ever take my desire to help those in need.” Chastity shivered, though whether it was from her words or from the lack of decent clothing, she wasn’t sure. “Okay, you’ve made your point,” she said, though she wasn’t sure what the point really was. “Can I go back to Morag’s now?” “Of course, dear,” Eve replied. She paused to wink at Piper. “Remember what we discussed earlier. You’re more than welcome to join my family and have a home with us. Your little furry friend can join us as well.” A rat poked its head out of Piper’s coat pocket and sniffed curiously just as Eve’s eyes flashed with a purple light. Before Chastity could even react to any of this, they were back standing on the lawn outside of Morag’s house. Chastity’s head was spinning. “What the fuck is going on?” she moaned, rubbing her forehead. Nothing that had happened in the past five minutes made any sense, and she was starting to regret calling Eve for help at all. “What is happening is that you’ve called me, and I am here to offer you something that will make your problems utterly insignificant and will give you power that other humans will envy!” She held out the apple she’d conjured earlier in the palms of her hands. “And it’s all contained in this. Little. Fruit.” Chastity lifted her left eyebrow. “An apple is supposed to make me powerful? That sounds like something a doctor would say.” Eve chuckled again. “Doctors would weep if they knew what these apples could do! No illness can survive in your body after you eat one! Cancer, AIDS, any sexually transmitted diseases…” She held the apple up in one hand and gazed at it with pride and adoration. “This sweet, delicious fruit I have envenomed turns you into my greatest creation of all! That is to say, a vampire.” She held up a finger on her free hand. “And before you say a thing, vampires are not quite what you may have heard of from movies and books.” Chastity stared at Eve for a long, quiet moment while she tried to process what she’d said. An apple was supposed to turn her into a vampire? Even if she believed a fictional supernatural creature existed, how did the woman seriously expect her to believe a piece of fruit would bring about this change? Eve glanced at her, smirking playfully. “You have questions, dear? Go ahead, ask. This must be a lot to take in, I’m sure. You humans always do have a hard time processing these things when first you hear them!” She did have questions, but where was she supposed to begin? She ran a hand through her hair and, at random, picked one of several questions to ask. “So you’re telling me you’re a vampire?” “Absolutely not! I’m an angel, dear. I just invented vampirism, is all.” Her hand dropped to her side. “An angel created vampires?” Eve spread her arms wide. “That is absolutely correct, dear. Absolutely correct. An angel created vampires because she didn’t want to lose the people closest to her. She did it using one of her many, many venoms, a venom that freezes a mortal in time and enhances them to a supernatural degree! And she never had to worry about those she cared about ever again after that!” She shook her head. This was too much to process at approximately 4:30 in the morning. “How is this… magic vampire apple supposed to help Morag?” She paused and hesitantly asked, “You’re not going to tell me to give it to her, are you?” “She didn’t call me, now did she?” She held out the apple again. “It’s for you. I think the power would be wonderful in your hands.” “Me?” she squeaked in reply, her jaw dropping. “You,” Eve smiled. “You work a difficult job, you have loved ones you wish to protect… I offer you the power to survive and thrive, forever and always. And you don’t have to worry about negative side effects! The sun, garlic, crosses? All lies! Really, just make sure you’re invited into any house and that you avoid silver. That’s it!” “It can’t really be that simple…” Wait, did she actually believe any of this? Maybe she’d fallen asleep, and this was a crazy dream she was having. “It is that simple,” Eve assured. “You bite the apple, and once you get through the turning, you’ll be a vampire. Easy as that.” “The turning?” “Well, yes, you have to let your body adjust. This apple has my venom in it, so the process is quicker and far less exhausting than if another vampire turned you… Though you’ll have to deal with the visions yourself.” “Visions? What do you mean?” This was sounding less and less ideal the more she learned. “My venom is potent and powerful, and as it turns you into a vampire, it will show you parts of yourself you may not fully comprehend as your true strength awakens. What you will see, I have no idea! But it will be important and meaningful. You will gain a deeper, more profound understanding of yourself from this.” Chastity chewed her bottom lip as she considered this. Becoming a vampire, if this was even real, would help her protect Morag in a way she wasn’t able to before. She could easily fight off anyone who wanted to harm her. Morag would still need professional help and a really good security system in place around her house, but Chastity could keep her safe in the meantime. But it would mean giving up life as she knew it. In a small voice, she asked, “Will this keep Morag safe?” Eve looked at her curiously and frowned. “What happened to her?” “Someone tried to hurt her. He stalked her and tried to attack her at work, and she hasn’t been the same since. She’s scared and afraid to even be in her own house, and I don’t know how to help her.” Her voice was thick with the worry she’d been trying to hold back since that morning. “I promise you this,” Eve said coldly, “that apple will give you the power to eviscerate any who lays a finger on her. And if you become one of my children, I will be more than happy to punish any who harm those you care about. I always provide for those who love me. And that will be all I ask of you in return for this: I just wish to be loved.” She wasn’t entirely sure how to go about doing something like that when she’d known the woman for less than an hour, but she seemed honest, though quite odd. Besides, she was an angel, right? Surely she was trustworthy (although it still didn’t make any sense to her why an angel would create vampires much less why they would have venom of any kind). “Okay,” she finally answered with a small sigh. Eve’s eyes seemed to light up with the same bright purple light as they did earlier. “Excellent, dear! Here’s one for you,” she cheered as she handed her the shiny red apple she’d been holding out to Chastity. After Chastity took it, another apple appeared in her hand, this one bright green. “And this, this one is for your friend. Give it to her, and it will ease her mind.” “It won’t turn her into a vampire too, will it?” she asked as she grabbed it with her free hand. Eve shook her head. “Absolutely not. I have many apples in my garden, and they do many different things. The bright green one will simply alleviate the stress in her mind.” Chastity nodded. She stared at the red apple, which seemed to be so bright that it was almost cartoony. Please don’t hate me for this, Morag. Or Venus. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before bringing the apple to her mouth and taking a bite. It was sweeter than any apple she’d ever tasted. Her senses were overwhelmed by the intense flavor of the fruit, one so incredible that she knew deep down no other apple would ever compare. Within seconds of taking a bite, all before her began to dance and swirl. She dropped the apple and gripped her head, fighting to both keep steady and not drop the green fruit meant for Morag. She felt disoriented and confused, the delicious flavor of the apple completely gone and forgotten. “What’s happening to me?” she mumbled. Her voice sounded too loud. Was she yelling? She needed to be quiet, or she’d wake up the whole neighborhood. “I probably should have warned you that you should lie down before eating it,” Eve’s voice spoke from somewhere that seemed at once very close and very far away. Chastity nodded, though her movements seemed extremely slow. She turned towards the back door, but it felt like she was wading through a pond of thick molasses. “Venus!” she called out. “Please help me!” She was afraid. She didn’t understand any of this. Why couldn’t she move? Why was her head pounding? Why was everything so loud and too quiet all at once? A cold, deep, callous voice froze every muscle in her body. “Look at you. Pathetic and weak, just like you were when you were with me.” Even after all this time, he still had a hold on her. Fearful, she slowly turned back around towards the yard, which was now covered in bright, dazzling snow. Snow? In June? “I told you before, baby: You’re nothing without me,” the tall, thin man standing just a few feet from her sneered. Leonard Gacke, her ex-boyfriend, was watching her with his bored grey eyes, which were nearly hidden beneath his shaggy ashy brown hair. A satisfied, cruel grin was spread on his face. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m just trying to live. Please don’t—“ “Get on your knees and beg, Chastity,” he laughed. “Maybe you can convince me to take you back.” She slowly sank to her knees, a loud thud vibrating in her ears as they hit the snowy pavement beneath her. “I’m sorry, Leonard. I swear I didn’t cheat on you. Please believe me!” He rolled his eyes. “You and I both know they’re not mine. After all I did for you, and you slept with some other chump? I gave you a home. I gave you food. And you still betrayed my trust.” “No!” she insisted as she started trembling from the cold. “I didn’t! I swear I didn’t!” Her eyes were burning with hot, desperate tears. “I would never cheat on you! I just wanted us to be happy! I wanted us to be a family!” “Too bad, baby.” The sick grin was back. “Because I didn’t.” She paused, her eyes widening as her teeth chattered. She watched as Leonard seemed to evaporate into the night air before her. What did he mean? Did he know they were his? Did he kick her out knowing she was telling the truth? She didn’t have long to consider this because almost as soon as he was gone, loud music pounded in her ears. She winced and covered them, but it didn’t soften the painful beat at all. “Hey sweetheart,” came the sickening, sleazy sound of Remy’s voice from behind her. She unsteadily stood up and reluctantly turned around to see him by a door, beckoning her on. “Get your ass to the back rooms where you belong.” She looked around her and realized she was at the Den of Sin. But how did she get here so fast? Slowly, she lowered her hands from her ears. The music and bright lights were making her skull throb in pain. Disgust crept through her body, and she shook her head. “No, I don’t have to do that anymore. I’m dancing again, remember?” “You’re gonna do what the fuck I say,” he snarled. “Now get in!” Remy’s clothes seemed to stretch and distort, as if they were melting off of him. His top hat casted a sinister shadow on his face, which only added to the uncomfortable unease she felt. “No,” she answered, shaking her head. She wrapped her arms around her stomach. “I’m not going to do that again. I can’t trust you anymore!” Once again, like when she was talking to Leonard, tears welled up in her eyes. “You used me! You’re supposed to keep us safe, but you used me! You took advantage of me!” She had to be yelling now. Her voice was ringing, making her ears hurt even more than before. What Remy said was law, but now Chastity knew there was someone above him. She didn’t have to be afraid anymore as long as Venus came to watch her every night. She might still work at the Den, but she didn’t have to do what Remy said anymore. Knowing this gave her power she’d never had before. Despite how every inch of her body ached, she was going to let him know she wasn’t afraid to say no. There was a look of shock on his face, but it was gone just as quickly as it completely melted, leaving nothing but a smooth flat surface where his eyes, nose, and mouth had been. The door behind him opened and numerous hands shot out of an inky darkness, dragging her faceless employer inside. The mysterious man she had seen at the Den loomed just inside where Remy had been pulled into and held a finger up to his lip in a shushing motion before giving Chastity a wink and slowly shutting the door. And just like that, everything was silent. She heard nothing, not even the sound of the crickets. The quiet was so eerie that she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. Something was coming, but she didn’t know what. The unnerving suspense frightened her. What is happening to me? she whimpered. The sound of footsteps and a door opening boomed like thunder in her ears. Everything was so overwhelming to the point where the creaking of the door made her head ache. Like a knight in dark leather, Venus appeared and rushed towards her, albeit in slow motion. Chastity could hardly breathe. Had Venus always been this dazzlingly beautiful? “Chastity, what the fuck, are you alright?!” Venus’s voice was like sweet music cutting through the frightening silence. “No,” she moaned, stumbling awkwardly towards her. Venus stepped forward and Chastity felt the gentle embrace of her friend. Her skin tingled with electricity as Venus held onto her. “Shit, what happened…?” came an aching, fearful whisper. “What’s with the apple? Where did you even get that?” Her friend’s fingers brushed against her skin as she supported her. The pain and confusion seemed to fade away at her touch. All there was was that coursing, delighted electric spark Venus’s fingers ignited as they brushed against her. “Oh my god, you’re burning up…” There was a light sensation, then they were flying through the clouds. Chastity didn’t know when they’d risen into the sky, but she didn’t particularly care. All she wanted was to stay close to Venus. The redhead was safety, and she wasn’t so scared as long as she was with her. Too soon, though, the feeling of flight ended, and she was enveloped in a soft, gentle embrace. Venus gently caressed her face, letting a hand linger against her cheek. “I’ll get you some water, and if you need anything else, I can get it too, ok? Fuck… I’m so glad I stayed now, if you were alone…” “Don’t leave,” she begged. “Stay with me, okay?” “I will, I will, I promise,” Venus cried. “I’m right here, girl.” She smiled gently. Despite the confusing pain and how nothing made sense right now, she felt comforted. “Don’t be afraid,” she murmured. “I’ll be okay. I did it for Morag so I can protect her.” “Did what?” “Bit the apple.” Venus seemed too far away, so she slowly moved across the bed towards her. The closer they were, the better she felt. “Jesus, was that apple drugged? You look so out of it…” Chastity shook her head and immediately regretted it as the painful pounding returned. “I’m going to be a vampire now so I can protect Morag.” “Oh my god, you’re delirious,” Venus gasped. “Just lie down okay? I need to get you water, I promise I’ll be right back.” “I’m not crazy,” she pouted. “I never said you were. You just have a fever. Rest, please. I’ll take care of things.” “Are you going to come back?” She could feel sleep tempting her to hop aboard on a boat ride to Dreamland. “I promise, I’ll come right back, okay?” She didn’t want her to leave, but she nodded. “Okay.” “Just relax, I promise I’ll be right back with some water.” With one final gentle squeeze on her shoulders, Venus darted out of the room. True to her word, she returned quickly with a glass of water. “Here, here, drink this,” she insisted. She slowly sat up and waited until the colors in the room stopped swirling into a murky, grey pool in midair before she grabbed the cup of water. She drank it and was surprised by how refreshing it was. Venus had known exactly what she needed, and she completely emptied the ocean-sized glass within a few minutes. She let out a satisfied sigh that lingered in the air and echoed off of the walls. “Okay,” sighed Venus, relief evident in her voice, “you feeling any better?” “A little bit,” she admitted. The pain was subsiding, though still very evident. The spinning and shifting of colors and objects around her had ceased at the very least. “Do you need anything else?” Venus asked. “I’ll get you whatever you need.” She nodded again, her movements still slow. She laid back down and murmured, “Stay with me.” “Yeah, alright, uh, I’m just gonna need to grab a pillow or something to put on the floor…” “No,” she whined, her face contorting into a frown. “Here. With me.” “Wh-What?” Venus stammered. “Are you sure? That’s not weird or anything?” Chastity shook her head and smiled gently. “I’m safer with you.” “Um, a-alright, if you say so.” Venus nervously crawled into the bed beside her, kicking off her boots and tossing aside her jacket as she lay down. Like before, Chastity shifted across the bed until she felt Venus’s body. She smiled again and snuggled close to her. Chastity might have been blazing hot, but that didn’t matter. She would be safe throughout the night and no one, not even Remy or Leonard, would bother her while she slept. She yawned and, though she was tired, she fought the urge to fall asleep. “Why didn’t you tell me you were so pretty?” she murmured. “What?” Venus gasped. “I-I mean, it’s not really a secret, you know… You’re positive you’re okay? You didn’t hit your head?” “Everything hurts, but I’ll be okay,” she assured her. “As long as I’m with you.” “If you say so, girl,” Venus muttered nervously. Chastity frowned, twinkling lights dancing behind her eyelids. “You don’t believe me?” “That’s not it, I just… I’m tired, okay? Long day, emotionally exhausting…” “Yeah, I know. But it will be okay now. Just stay with me, and everything will be okay tomorrow. You’ll see.” She wrapped an arm around what she suspected was Venus’s middle and laid her head on what felt like her arm. She was comfortable despite her fever, and she was certain she would fall asleep within seconds. “Chastity,” called Eve’s voice from somewhere that sounded both incredibly close and so very far away. Despite the fatigue, her eyes popped open. She was no longer in her bed, and Venus was gone; rather, she seemed to be lying on the edge of a grassy cliff, the crashing of waves echoing far below her. Off in the distance, she could see a strange, ethereal palace, a faint purple glow emanating from its spires. What sounded like a giant bird flapping its wings and a gust of air hit her from behind. She stood up and whirled around, her eyes widening at the sight before her. It was Eve, or at least it appeared to be her, She was wearing a dark purple and green robe that revealed her legs and showed she appeared to be wearing knee-high sandals. Coiled around her right forearm was a shiny golden bracelet that resembled a snake, and in her left hand was a staff that resembled two intertwined snakes with a dark purple crystal between their mouths at the tip. Most noticeable of all, however, were the two wings sprouting from her back, the feathers a radiant, glistening purple. They were pounding the air and keeping Eve aloft over the edge of the cliff. “Why, hello there, my child,” Eve smiled down at her. “My venom is coursing through you as we speak, and you are well on your way to becoming a vampire. There is just one final thing you must do.” “Where’s Venus?” she asked. “Where’d she go?” She wanted the weird dreams and visions to be over so she could rest in the arms of the gorgeous redheaded woman. “There’s not much time for questions, Chastity,” Eve replied, pointing upwards. As she did, the sky slowly seemed to turn redder and redder, and the ground began to shake. Scared, Chastity stood up and backed away, her steps unsteady as the ground beneath her quivered. Eve extended her free hand towards her. “Be not afraid, my child. You must only take my hand and accept my blessings and my burdens. And when you do, your transformation will be complete.” “Will everything be normal again?” she asked warily. “Will my head stop hurting? I just want to sleep. I’m so tired…” “Then take my hand, accept my gifts, and you will have your peace. You’ve come this far. Go all the way.” Chastity slowly stepped towards Eve, her movements seeming to be at a normal pace unlike just moments prior. She reached her hand up towards the woman’s and grasped it. Eve’s eyes erupted with purple light. “You have chosen the ultimate blessing and ultimate burden, my sweet Chastity. You have chosen to become one of my children. And so to you, I give you my gifts. “I give to you my venom, to harm and to heal. I give to you the fangs of my archangel form that you might envenom your prey with ease. I give to you my eternal youth, for I have made you frozen in time that you might remain beautiful forever. I give to you my arcane arts that they might unlock something deep within you to aid you. I give to you strength beyond that of a mortal, your senses and movements as keen as that of the angels of Enoch. “I give you to you the lust for blood they tried to instill in me when I was an executioner; this is a burden you must carry. You must feed on blood to strengthen yourself. You can live without it, but you will be weak. I give to you an aversion to silver, yet another burden; a silver dagger carved my heart out, and you will carry on my pain. And I give to you the burden of invitation, that to enter one’s home you will always need their blessing; as I could never return home to Enoch, you cannot enter a home without permission. “But above all else, I give to you what was once my defining trait: My capacity for love. You will find love of any sort, and you will know who will be your perfect match. You will feel love so intensely, so beautifully because I no longer can. My children deserve what I cannot have, and all I ask is they give me love in return. So, I give you this final, ultimate gift! The gift of love! I give it to you that you might give it to me in turn, even knowing I cannot truly love you back! Embrace me, now!” Chastity felt entirely overwhelmed as she was pulled from the ground, Eve wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady, but she was compelled to do as asked. Without even considering it, she let go of Eve’s hand and wrapped her arms around her angelic form. She was both scared and in awe, but she knew she had to do this. For Morag. Eve’s wings enveloped Chastity as a tremendous roar echoed through the skies and the air became incredibly hot. As the roar crescendoed and finally led into an explosive blast, Chastity’s eyes shot open and she, drenched in sweat, gasped in the darkness of Morag’s guest bedroom. She immediately turned to glance beside her. Venus was there, sound asleep and snoring softly. Relief washed over her, and she smiled softly. Then she realized she felt normal again. Her head wasn’t throbbing, and her muscles weren’t aching. She didn’t feel like she was sitting in an oven anymore. She laid back down on the bed, snuggling close to Venus once more. Since the redhead was asleep, she took the opportunity to sneak a peek at her. Was her beauty part of the crazy hallucinations? The woman slept soundly, apparently not noticing Chastity shifting beside her at all. She looked gentle, something anyone who had seen her drive would argue against. Chastity had always thought Venus was attractive, but she wasn’t into other women. She was a guy kind of girl. But that did little to silence the odd, almost alarming desire to kiss her. It’s not real, she reminded herself. You’re probably still having a weird reaction to the turning or whatever. She shook her head, trying to clear the strangeness still lingering in her mind. Still, she didn’t fight herself when a hand drifted towards Venus’s cheek. Very, very softly, as to not disturb her sleep, Chastity brushed her fingers over her skin. Why haven’t I noticed you before? Venus stirred slightly, a tired smile spreading across her face, but she did not wake. Chastity’s hand lingered there for a short moment before she withdrew it. Instead, she wrapped her arm around Venus’s middle again and cuddled close to her. She was exhausted, and there were things she would need to deal with in the morning. For now, all she wanted to do was sleep next to a beautiful girl she trusted to keep her safe. “Thank you,” she murmured before she, too, fell fast asleep.
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AuthorsMichael & Tierney Ford Archives
July 2023
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