Deamhan Chronicles, Books 1-5: Deamhan, Kei. Family Matters, Dark Curse, Maris. The Brotherhood Files, Ayden. Deamhan Minion

by Isaiyan Morrison

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Veronica jerked awake to the sound of continuous banging on the front door of her apartment. Sweat dripped from her forehead and her eyes adjusted to the sun’s rays illuminating her living room. The pounding continued, and she lifted herself from the couch with a sharp pain scurrying down her back.

  “Veronica, are you there?” a familiar voice uttered from other side of the door.

  She hurried over to the door, wiping the sleep from her eyes. She flattened her disheveled hair and unlatched the lock on the door. Sean stormed in carrying two briefcases.

  “Sean?” She closed the door behind him.

  He set the two briefcases on the floor in a loud thud.

  “Oh my God.” Surprised to see him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Why didn’t you call?”

  “I did.” He gently kissed the top of her head.

  “How long were you out there?” Veronica felt the dryness in her mouth as she spoke. She buried her face into his chest.

  “Just a couple of minutes.” His medium sized frame towered over her.

  Veronica noticed his dark slacks and his short sleeve shirt and his brown hair with blond highlights. His appearance was different from the last time she saw him. He looked more mature. “When did you arrive in Minneapolis?”

  “About an hour ago,” he answered. “I know, I know. You told me to not come, but you didn’t answer my phone call. I thought something was wrong.”

  “I went to Dark Sepulcher.”

  He stared at her for a brief moment before replying. “I didn’t think you were going to go.”

  “What do you mean you didn’t think I was going to go? You knew I was going to go back.”

  He pulled back from their friendly embrace. “Never mind, Veronica. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

  “I’m fine. Are you okay? I mean, you’re the one who flew all the way from San Diego because I didn’t answer your call.”

  “Obviously I didn’t come just because of that.”

  Her eyes zoomed at a tattoo on Sean’s left forearm. “When did you get that?”

  He looked at it and smiled. The tattoo as detailed as it looked, didn’t fit his personality. The last thing she thought he would do in his lifetime would be to get a tattoo of a cherub striking down a demon of Satan with a gleaming yellow electric bolt from the heavens.

  “A couple of weeks ago.”

  “Sean!” Veronica playfully slapped him on his shoulder. “I thought you were afraid of needles?”

  “Who told you that?”

  “You did silly. Doesn’t matter though.” She hugged him again. “Oh my God, I’m so happy you’re here.” She released him. “Wait. How were you able to leave San Diego this easily? Did The Brotherhood let you go?”

  “Never said it was easy.” He looked away for a moment. “I’ll tell you later. So, what have you found out so far?”

  She sighed in exhaustion. “Where do I start?”

  “How about with Dark Sepulcher?”

  “I spoke with Lambert.”

  “Lambert? The owner of Dark Sepulcher?” His mouth jumbled with excitement.

  “Yeah and oh my God, Sean, there was a lot. There’s more going on in this city than I realized.” Her eyes drifted down to his suitcase. “What’s in there?”

  He grabbed one of his suitcases. He popped the two notches and opened the lid. “I found some more paperwork in the library. I hope it helps.” He pulled out a stack of papers. “I wanted to show you this before you decided to go back to Dark Sepulcher.” He placed the papers on the table and leaned back on the couch, placing his hands over his forehead.

  “Why didn’t you just fax them?” Veronica flipped through them.

  “I didn’t have a safe landline.”

  The papers were heavily marked, and most of the information was lined out. They were directly from The Brotherhood’s classified files.”

  The first stack of stapled papers had the name “Lambert” written on the top in cursive handwriting. His date of birth, sired date, and the name of his sire was missing. The paperwork stated he was a Celt, born in Gaul, abandoned as an infant and raised as a mercenary for hire—a headhunter.

  The second stack had the name “Alexis” typed in the upper right hand corner. Her real name was Alexandria and her date of birth was listed as 1757 on a plantation just outside of New York City, called York Plantation. Her sired was listed as “Lambert” and the date, August 6th, 1777 at the Battle of Oriskany.

  Veronica found the information regarding Remy to be more interesting. The paper listed his date of birth as 1830 in Paris, France. It also listed the date he was sired; 1848, and his maker’s name, Julian of Endor. The information on the second page listed his human parents as Charles and Louise Durand and his younger sister, Marie Durand—all deceased during the 1848 Revolution.

  “He’s young.” She knew the expression that specified the amount of years a Deamhan lived after they were embraced. “Young” was never older than three hundred years.

  Both Alexis and Lambert’s paperwork was incomplete which didn’t surprise her. The Brotherhood mainly focused on Deamhan.

  “You got them.” She hugged Sean.

  “Sorry it took a while. I tried to steal everything that I could.”

  “What about The Brotherhood?”

  “I know the risks. I don’t want what happened to Rick to happen to you.”

  “Well I’m glad you’re here.” She placed her hand on his shoulder and kissed him on his cheek. She skimmed through the remaining paperwork that wasn’t stapled. The jumbled phrases and words didn’t stick out to her. A few times she saw Lambert’s name but it was followed by more blacked out lines, blotching out details.

  “They’re hiding something.” Veronica sighed. “This is worse than declassified U.S. documents.”

  “Yeah, I hear ya’. But it was all I could get at such a short notice. So, what did you find out at Dark Sepulcher?”

  “I understand that you came because you’re worried, but you didn’t have to come.”

  “Veronica.” He stopped her. “I don’t care about what The Brotherhood might do to me.” He smiled briefly. “Besides, I was getting pretty annoyed with that place anyway—too much bullshit and the pay isn’t all that great.”

  “You just now realized that?” she joked.

  “No, I just haven’t been as vocal as you have about it.”

  “True.”

  “Plus, they’re revamping the whole organization. They’re cleaning house and I mean cleaning house.”

  “Do you think they’re expanding?”

  “I don’t know. Whatever it is, they’re keeping it under wraps.”

  “Well, it would make sense.” From an early age, she knew how guarded and sneaky The Brotherhood could be. “If they’re expanding, they’re being really secretive about it. I mean, what other cities could they expand to? There’s probably a Chapter in every major city in America.”

  “I would assume Denver, maybe Seattle. There’s a huge population increase in those cities,” he answered, “and don’t forget other countries. I can see them in South Korea by the end of the year.”

  “South Korea?”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t put anything past The Brotherhood.” He sifted through his suitcase again. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. “I found some more information about another Deamhan. Anastasia.” He pointed to it. “Does the name sound familiar to you?”

  “No.”

  “Apparently, she’s an older Ramanga who also lives in Minneapolis,” he replied. “She seems pretty dangerous.”

  Veronica flipped through the paperwork. She caught the name of Anastasia’s sire, Lucia, and her eyes lit up. “Is this a mistake?”

  “I don’t know. Why you ask?”

  “Lucia sounds so close to Lucius. But Lucius isn’t a Ramanga, right?”

  Sean grabbed the paperwork from her and his eyes narrowed in on the infor
mation. “I honestly don’t know.” He read from the paperwork. “Date of birth, 1565. Sired date, 1592. Temperament, unapproachable. Avoid at all costs. Human father, killed by Lucia. Human mother, killed by Anastasia.” His eyes met Veronica’s. “Wow, she killed her own mother? Sounds pretty dangerous.”

  “She sounds like every other Deamhan.” Veronica grabbed the paperwork from him and she placed it on the coffee table. “Well the good news is that I may have found out the Deamhan who could also be responsible for my mother’s disappearance.”

  “Who?”

  “Kei. He was sired by Lucius. Lambert told me that The Brotherhood was helping him get rid of Lucius.”

  “And you believe that?”

  Veronica shrugged. “It’s a start.”

  “Well, we have a lot of ground to cover then.”

  “We?”

  “Yeah, you and . . .” Sean trailed off. “You and I,” he quickly corrected. “I have someone from the inside helping me.”

  “Someone from The Brotherhood?”

  “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “I’m not the only person in the organization that wants to see you succeed.”

  “Sean, are you sure?”

  “Yep. Positive.”

  Veronica discontinued her question. She trusted Sean’s judgment. Why wouldn’t she? “I need to know everything there is to know about Kei. You think your contact can get that?”

  “Yeah, unless there isn’t anything to be found.” He handed her a sheet of paper covered in writing.

  “Another one?” She glanced at the document. The top half was unreadable, and she couldn’t decipher exactly what the information contained.

  “Here’s some more info on that Remy Deamhan guy.”

  She thought back to the minion Remy had killed at Dark Sepulcher the night before. “Is he dangerous? Is he tied into my mother’s disappearance?”

  “Who knows? But this is the interesting part,” Sean replied. “According to this”—he pointed at another piece of paper, again inundated with black marks— “he lives in a sanctuary outside of Minneapolis.”

  “Blind Bluff Manor?”

  “Yeah. How’d you know?”

  “He told me about it.” Veronica’s mind rushed back to the previous night.

  “Whoa, what did he tell you?”

  “He didn’t say he lived there. He mentioned some guy by the name of Nathan Tiernan who lives there.”

  “Nathan Tiernan?” Sean’s eyes bulged but he continued. “Are you sure he said that name?”

  “Yeah.” She watched him slowly slide off the couch. “Do you know who he is?”

  He leaned back in his seat. “I remember my parents talking about the Tiernan family separating from The Brotherhood. I thought it was a myth or something they used to persuade me from even thinking about leaving. The Tiernan family abandoned their oath around the time of your mother’s disappearance. They were like the ex-researchers you had to hate. Vamp lovers, Deamhan lovers.”

  “Remy did say Nathan owned the sanctuary,” Veronica replied. “That’s really odd.”

  “Yeah, it makes no sense whatsoever,” Sean commented. “A human owning a sanctuary and living with Deamhan?”

  “Maybe he’s not human? Maybe this Nathan Tiernan person was sired by a Deamhan?” She watched his eyes twitch and fill with concern.

  “No, from what I remember he’s still alive and he’s human.” Sean twiddled his fingers, instilled in deep thought.

  “We have to assume. Besides, we don’t know if this person is related to the Tiernan family.”

  “Veronica, he was a researcher who worked with your mother and under your father who was the Region Leader at the time your mother disappeared,” he replied. “When the Minnesota Chapter disbanded, he resigned from The Brotherhood. The Tiernan Family has been in The Brotherhood for centuries. This split was unheard of. The Tiernans, Dearhorns, Austins, Alvaros, Luziers, Pavels, are like the Kennedys of The Brotherhood.”

  “So you’re saying that maybe Nathan Tiernan knows something about my mother?” She tried to calm her nerves.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea to try to seek him out.”

  “Why not? He might know something!” Her mind ran with the different reasons to go to Blind Bluff Manor. Yes, there was a slight possibility that he was no longer human however, the possibility of Nathan Tiernan knowing specific details about her mother and her mother’s assignment when she disappeared was too great to pass up.

  “We just can’t jump into this without knowing,” Sean continued. “Give me time to dig up some information on him.” He searched the pockets of his pants for his phone.

  “Remy told me that Nathan could help me.”

  “And you trust him? A Deamhan?”

  “Of course not.”

  “So we shouldn’t overreact until we know for sure.”

  “We can assume that he’s not human but we have to assume that he still knows something.” Veronica pushed the issue further. “Maybe Remy was right.”

  Weary, Sean shook his head.

  “Look, I know the risks I have to take,” she quickly replied. “I know that I might have to do things that might put me in danger. But I’m prepared for that.”

  Sean’s eyes sparkled and enhanced his excitement. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  “Veronica, I really don’t know if you should just go in without further evidence.”

  “What more evidence do I need? I’m doing this even if you like it or not.” She crossed her arms. “What’s gotten into you? You’re starting to sound like my father.”

  “I’m not like your father, you know that.”

  “Fine. So, any more information?”

  He sighed and succumbed to her deviant stance. “Lambert. He’s a very influential vampire in Minneapolis and when I say influential, I mean influential. From what I’ve found when I read through researcher documents, he’s been living in Minneapolis for a while. I’m sure he isn’t content with what’s happening in the city.”

  “He didn’t seem happy about Kei either when I spoke with him.”

  “Why?”

  “Kei's the head Deamhan in the city now, according to Lambert.” Veronica scoffed that Sean didn’t know anything about Kei. It didn’t make any sense. She shrugged at his ignorance and continued with their conversation. “Lambert was hostile toward me.”

  “He didn’t like you, huh?”

  “No.” She sniggered. “I didn’t know what to think of it.”

  “So you’re still bent on going to Blind Bluff Manor.”

  “Do you have the address?”

  He looked at her.

  “Of course you do.” She answered her own question.

  Looking defeated, he pulled out another piece of paper from his briefcase, handing it to her. “The address is listed here. I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go there.”

  “I’m not enthusiastic about the idea either but this could be something.”

  “It’s a sanctuary. Remy won’t be the only Deamhan we’ll run into if we go there.”

  “We?” she questioned him. “You’re coming with me?”

  “Oh, don’t play with me.” He waved her off.

  “The location doesn’t seem far.” She pointed to the written address on the paper, circled with red ink. “How about tonight?”

  “Deamhan roam at night,” Sean answered. “How about in the morning?”

  “Morning it is.” She sifted through the papers in his suitcase.

  “How was the sanctuary hunting, by the way?”

  She slapped his thigh. There was a lot of information she was willing to share, but not before she had her first cup of coffee for the day.

  “Do you want some coffee?” She stood up and walked into the kitchen.

  “Yeah, sure.” He crunched his lips and his eyes began to wander.

  Noticing his nervousness, Veronica asked him, “Sean, you okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m f
ine.” He straightened his posture. “So how about that coffee?”

  They spoke until early evening. Deciding to stay in, Veronica served grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, and they sipped red wine throughout the afternoon. She revealed everything: the Sensual Appetite drink, her conversation with Lambert, and the lackey Remy killed. Sean showed interest by writing down the information on a notepad. His lack of knowledge about Kei became Veronica’s utmost concern. How could he not know about a Deamhan whose influence in Minneapolis seemed more dangerous than The Brotherhood?

  She continued with Lucius’ disappearance and the uncanny timing. Occurring around the time when the Minnesota Chapter left the city, she believed that both events tied in together. Lambert knew more than what he revealed to her at the club and she wanted to go back.

  “It’s a quarter to seven.” She glanced out her window. Time flew by so quickly. The sun was deep in the horizon, and the first stars began to twinkle in the sky.

  Sean sat across from her and looked at the clock on the wall.

  “I have some extra sheets and a pillow in the closet.” She pointed to her bedroom. “You can crash here if you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

  “Cool. I bought a one-way ticket.” He stretched. “I might be here for a while.”

  She sprung to her feet. “You’re not going back?”

  “Don’t know,” he said. “If I do, I won’t be welcomed with open arms.”

  “Sean, don’t do this because of me.”

  “I have my phone. I have a laptop. All I need is a wireless connection. I’m good.”

  His response didn’t calm her rattled nerves. They heard a door slam and deep, slow footsteps approaching the front door. There was a quick knock, and Sean looked at her.

  “Are you expecting company?”

  She approached the door and looked through the peephole. “It’s Murphy.”

  “Who’s Murphy?”

  “My next door neighbor.”