by L.H. Cosway
“Yes, she’s said she’ll help us, we’re catching a flight home this evening,” he says, and I presume he’s talking to Pamphrock. At least I hope he is. For all I know this could be some elaborate plot to capture me and turn me into a science experiment. Or just to kill me. I remember Rita telling me about how women of my bloodline had been murdered by the slayers in the past, so that the vampires couldn’t their hands on the power we can give them.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, but I push the thought away. Besides, I might be mistaken, but it seems that Finn has something of a thing for me. Perhaps he has a secret penchant for arty Goth chicks. Or maybe it’s just that he likes my skin. Either way, I’m going to take my chances. I’m so lonely that I’m actually prepared to risk death just for a bit of human interaction. Misadventurous indeed. I grimace as I shut over my bedroom door.
I make my final preparations and about fifteen minutes later Finn knocks on the door before coming inside. He plonks himself onto the bed, shoving his mobile phone into his pocket. I zip up my suitcase and put it down on the floor.
“So, you’re all packed and ready to go then?” he asks. I nod. “Come on, we’d better go pay your boss a visit and see if he’ll give you the time off.”
I lock up my apartment, while Finn carries my suitcase down the stairs. Out on the street I follow him for about five minutes before we get to his rental car. He puts the suitcase in the back and I hop into the passenger seat beside him. As it happens, Jeff doesn’t seem too bothered about giving me the time off. Perhaps because business hasn’t exactly been booming in the world of independent art galleries recently.
I tell him I need to go home to see my dad because he’s ill. He tells me to take all the time I need. I tell him I’ll be back in two weeks. He agrees. I need to have something to come back to, otherwise I’ll get complacent and become all entangled with the vampires again.
I make one final stop off at the bank to make sure I’m up to date on my rent and then we set off for Manchester Airport. After we’ve checked our bags and gone through security I go to buy a coffee, while Finn makes his way to the bathroom. I watch him walk away as I stand in the queue at the café, trying not to admire his bottom. I smirk to myself, but as I do I notice a tall, dark haired fellow trailing behind Finn, with some kind of determination in his gait. Uh oh.
Suspicion propels me to leave the queue and see if this character really is following Finn. It couldn’t be a vampire, could it? I look outside, it’s a dull December day and the sky is getting dark. It’s only four o’clock, but it tends to get dark more quickly at this time of year. Maybe it is a vampire.
The tall man slips into the bathroom just a few seconds after Finn. I know that as a woman I shouldn’t be setting foot in the men’s, but I have to make sure that Finn isn’t in any trouble. He might be a sarcastic bastard at times, but he’s a good person deep down. I think.
I peek my head in the door, and lo and behold, Finn and the man are at a stand-off in the empty bathroom.
“Well, well, well, Finn Roe, I never thought I’d see you over on this side of the pond again. A friend of mine called the other night, said a fella fitting your description had been spotted up north. I couldn’t believe my luck after all these years, my brother’s murderer finally back on these shores.” The tall man has a London accent, and his skin is sort of pale and marble-like, so I assume he’s an old vampire enemy of Finn’s.
“Very nice to see you again, Travis,” says Finn, his words laced with hatred. “I’d probably feel bad for what I did to your dear brother Thomas, if it weren’t for the fact that he slaughtered my mother and sister. He was a nothing but a parasite,” Finn stops and looks Travis up and down, “just like yourself I suppose.”
Oh. My. God. This Travis person is the brother of the vampire who killed Finn’s family. I feel like I’m watching some sort of fucked-up version of a soap opera.
“You’ll regret that,” says Travis, in a low, threat-filled voice. Then he lunges for Finn who swiftly dodges him and grabs a hold of the door of one of the toilet cubicles, before swinging his legs forward and kicking into Travis’ chest. Travis falls back against the sink and I frantically try to think of a way to help Finn. This vampire is huge, I can’t see it being easy for Finn to kill him, especially since we’re in a public airport bathroom and somebody could walk in any minute now.
I have absolutely nothing on me that even resembles a weapon, the two men continue their fight, knocking a sink off the wall while I fumble in my handbag for something. All I’ve got is a hairbrush, make-up, tissues, and a tiny bottle of perfume. Aha. The perfume might be useful, I pull it out and try to approach the scuffle. Travis has both of his hands around Finn’s neck, he’s so concentrated on suffocating the slayer that he doesn’t see me approach and spray him right in the eyes.
He grunts and releases his hold on Finn, who takes the opportunity to grab a very sharp pointed stick from the inside pocket of his jacket. It takes a moment for me to realise that it’s a stake. How the hell did he get that one through customs? I’m impressed. Travis seems to be gaining his composure as he rubs the spray from his eyes. I step close to him again and spray him a second time for good measure. He calls me a bitch and grabs me by the arm, scary fast, his grip is like steel and I yelp in pain.
It only takes a split second, while Travis is focused on me, for Finn to lunge forward and plunge the stake directly into his chest. The burly vampire’s eyes widen in shock just before he falls crashing to the floor. A floor that is now becoming increasingly flooded with dark, almost black coloured blood. Finn and I stare at him as the life leaves his features, then we make eye contact.
How on earth are we going to get rid of the body, especially in such a public place where there are security cameras everywhere? Thinking about it, an airport is perhaps one of the worst places to decide to murder someone, even if it is in self-defence.
Finn steps back and leans against the wall, while my heart is beating like a rabbit’s and I keep glancing at the door and praying that no one comes inside. Finn pulls his phone from his pocket and dials a number.
“Who the hell are you calling?” I ask in panic.
“The local DOH branch,” he answers, “they’ll be able to clean up this mess. Get out of here and wait for me by our flight gate, I’ll meet you there once this has all been taken care of.”
I nod in a daze and dash out of the bathroom as quick as my legs will carry me. Shakily I go into the café and buy that coffee I was supposed to get earlier, requesting that the barista make it extra strong since I need something to calm my nerves. I don’t normally like strong coffee, but the occasion calls for it. Passing by the duty free, I spot a vodka display and decide to hell with the strong coffee. I buy a small bottle and pour some into the paper cup. I sit down at the gate just like Finn told me to and sip on my drink. Which is absolutely disgusting, but I crave the numbness of alcohol.
Sticking to his word, Finn comes along about a half an hour later and sits in beside me silently, our flight is just about to start boarding. Without saying a word, I pass him the bottle of vodka and he takes a long swig before handing it back to me.
A minute later he turns to me and says, “Let me see your arm, Travis grabbed you in there, I’m sorry about that, does it hurt?” He pulls up my sleeve and examines the bruise.
“Not at the moment, but then again, that’s probably just because I’m a little bit tipsy right now.”
A small smile passes over Finn’s lips. “Yeah well, I suppose we both deserve a drink after that. I can’t believe Travis had still been watching out for me after all these years.”
“Some people never let go of revenge,” I answer, and then they start calling our flight and we begin to board.
Finn lets me take the window seat, and I fall asleep before the flight has even taken off. I wake up halfway through, and find I’ve been cuddling into him, resting my head on his shoulder.
He grins at me and asks, “Did you have a nice
nap?”
I straighten and sit up. “Um, yeah, sorry for, um, leaning into you.”
A smirk. “You mumble in your sleep.”
I shove him in embarrassment and tell him to shut up. He laughs quietly.
“So what’s the plan once we get to Tribane?” I ask a couple minutes later.
“We’ll drive out to see your dad, then we’ll come back to the city. You can stay at my place. Then I suppose we’ll report to Pamphrock and see what he has to say. You’ll have to find a way to get back in touch with Cristescu, maybe pretend you’re visiting and want to catch up. Go on a few dates and get him to invite you back to his house. All the while you’ll be trying to find information about where they’re keeping Rebecca so that we can plan a rescue mission.”
I scowl. “So you basically want me to prostitute myself to get information?”
I’m surprised when Finn actually appears shocked. “No, of course not Tegan, you just have to lead him on a little until you find the information we need.”
“It still sounds like prostitution to me.” I say miserably.
Finn just shakes his head, and then we don’t talk for the rest of the flight. Once we’re back in Tribane, Finn collects his car from the underground airport car park and we begin the long drive out to my dad’s house in Chesterport. We’ve already been travelling for over a day, since the flight was so long. It’s almost Christmas, and there are colourful bulbs lighting up the various towns that we pass through.
It’s nine o’clock at night by the time we get to my dad’s, and despite having slept through most of the drive, I’m still exhausted. Perhaps it’s more emotional than physical. Coming home has brought back a lot of old memories, and it hurts my heart to think of all the things I had to leave behind two years ago. I wish I could stay home, but I can’t. I will never be able to because of my blood.
Finn parks his car by the curb outside the house and we make our way to the front door. The golden light of a lamp shines through the curtains in the living room. So Dad is definitely home then. Anxiety seems to catch in my throat. I take the old brass knocker in my hand and bang it softly against the door three times.
Then I can hear someone shuffling down the hallway. I do my best to plaster a smile on my face for when my dad opens the door. But it’s not him who answers, it’s a middle aged woman I’ve never met before, she looks from me to Finn, probably wondering who we are. Where the hell is my dad?
Chapter Three
Dear Old House That I Grew Up In
“Hello, um, I’m looking for Martin Stolle. I’m his daughter,” I say nervously, wondering why there’s a strange woman answering the door to my dad’s house.
She’s got short, light brown hair and hazel eyes, she hesitates a moment then says, “Oh yes, Martin Stolle, we bought the house from him. He moved out about a year and a half ago.”
I turn and look at Finn, who’s watching me carefully, then I turn back to the woman. “Do you know where he went?”
She seems to be thinking it over for a moment. “No, I don’t believe he said where he was going, but I do remember him being in quite a hurry to sell up. We’d just come to town to be closer to my mother and we were looking for a nice family home, couldn’t believe our luck when your dad offered to sell us this place, and for below the market value price and everything.”
Worry begins to build up inside of me. Why had my dad been in such a hurry to sell our house and move away?
“Are you absolutely certain you can’t remember if he said where he was going? I’ve been living abroad for a while you see, and we sort of lost touch. I don’t have any other way of finding him.”
The woman has a sympathetic look on her face now. “I’m sorry honey, I couldn’t tell you more than I already have. Perhaps your father had some friends still living in town who know where he went?” She suggests.
Dad had always been the solitary type, not much into socialising. I suppose I could always call the school where he worked and see if they know anything.
“Yeah, maybe,” I reply. “Sorry to have bothered you. Thanks for your time.”
“No problem at all. I do hope you have some luck finding your dad,” she says, and I thank her before she closes over the door.
Finn walks back to the car and I follow him. He sits in driver’s seat and I sit in beside him, a contemplative silence filling the space. One solitary tear begins to roll down my face. My dad had always been a solid and supportive presence in my life. He’s not the kind of person to just leave town at the spur of the moment, not unless something very bad was happening. This is the house I grew up in, he’s lived in it for more than twenty years. There’s not a chance he would ever want to leave, he’s very much a creature of habit. This is all my fault.
“It was the vampires, wasn’t it,” I whisper. Finn puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close.
“She said he sold the house and left town, perhaps he got away before they could catch up with him.” He tells me, and a sliver of hope runs through me. Please, please let Finn be right.
“How could I have left him here so vulnerable? I’m such a selfish bitch,” I say, as another tear falls down my face. Finn wipes it away with his thumb.
“Hey now, you can’t think that way, you’re one girl and you were scared. No one would blame you for running away.”
I try to pull myself together and shift away from Finn. I’m already getting far too close to him and it’s barely been two days. “I’ll call his work in the morning and see if they know anything, and my friend Nicky, maybe she knows where he went.”
Finn nods. “It might not even be anything bad Tegan. Maybe he just wanted to get away from it all, sell the house and use the money to retire somewhere hot and sunny.”
“Maybe,” I agree, but I scarcely believe it.
Finn starts up the engine and pulls away from the house. I glance up at the window of my old bedroom. I wish I could just go in and sit there for a while. Obviously the new owners might find that a little weird though.
“Do you want to go get something to eat? We’ve got a long drive ahead of us back to the city.” Finn asks, interrupting my thoughts.
I look to him. “There’s a fast food drive-through on the outskirts of town, we can go there, that way we’ll lose less time.”
“Good idea,” says Finn.
We get burgers and cokes and sit in the car to eat them. All the while I can barely even think of what the food tastes like, I just keep imagining all the horrific things that might have happened to my dad. All because of me.
“Are you sure you can handle the drive back to Tribane?” I ask Finn. “You’ve barely slept a wink since we left Manchester.”
“I’m used to it. Training to become a vampire slayer with the DOH taught me how to go without much sleep for long periods. A lot of night time stake outs are involved.” He smiles wryly.
“I can imagine.”
I sense Finn watching me out of the corner of his eye. I finish my food and take the rubbish outside, dumping it in the bin.
When I get back in the car he asks, “So, do you have any idea how you’re going to get back in touch with Cristescu?”
I yawn. “I’ll probably just go to Crimson to look for him, I’m sure he’ll be around somewhere.”
“Funny you should say that,” Finn replies after a moment of silence. “They’re throwing this big exclusive event for Christmas at the club tomorrow night. All the most powerful vamps in the city are going to be there, it would be the perfect time for you to gather information about Rebecca.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I smile reluctantly, my stomach has a hundred butterflies flitting around inside of it. Tomorrow night. That’s so close. I’m going to see Ethan tomorrow night. The prospect has me both excited and apprehensive.
We drive back to Tribane, listening to the radio and chatting at intervals. Then I fall asleep and I try not to feel guilty that Finn has to stay awake to drive the car. It’s about one o’clock
in the morning when we get to Finn’s house. I remember the last time I was here and he’d told me about the other slayer who owned the house, Noel. I ask Finn about him as we go inside, but he just shakes his head tells me that Noel died in one of the battles with the vampires. I tell him I’m sorry.
Finn’s dog, Wolf, is barking out in the back garden. Finn lets him in and he comes prowling into the kitchen. I still haven’t lost my fear of big dogs, so I stand as far away from Wolf as I can. He eyes me suspiciously, and I think I see him sniff the air ever so slightly before he does the doggy version of a shrug and sits down on the floor. Finn’s outside getting our luggage from the boot of the car. He laughs when he comes back into the kitchen to find me staring at Wolf nervously.
“He’s a teddy bear Tegan, honestly, you’ve nothing to be worried about.”
“Who took care of him while you were away?” I ask.
“The next door neighbour,” Finn replies. He takes a bottle of water out of the fridge for himself and offers one to me, I take it and swallow a long gulp. The drive has me dehydrated.
“So, where’s my room?” I ask tiredly.
Finn’s blue eyes watch me for a moment. “You can stay in my bed, if you like.”
“What were those conditions I set down before coming here again?” I say, reprimanding him for what was very obviously a come on.
“But I’ve got you here now so…” Finn drifts off, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“I’ll walk straight out that door Finn, just because I’m here it doesn’t mean I have to stay.”
He sighs. “God, you’re no fun. Come on then, I’ll show you to the guest room.”
The room Finn brings me to is clean and sparse, with only a bed and a wardrobe for furniture. He puts my suitcase at the end of the bed and tells me he’ll see me in the morning. I strip off and get under the covers. But it takes me hours to fall asleep. I can’t stop worrying about my dad. I may have come back to help rescue Rebecca, but things have just gotten about a hundred times more complicated.