“I don't know if it can be fixed,” Sergio said softly. “All the movies and the books-”
“I never watched those movies!” Amaliya shook her head with frustration. “I was terrified of vampires growing up, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I remember that Felipe and I scared the crap out of you by wearing big plastic fangs that one time,” Sergio said with a laugh, then saw her expression and stopped. “Sorry.”
“So you go to Austin and you find a vampiro. Make them tell you everything, and then fix it. And if that doesn't work, maybe you should go to the Catholic church.”
“They might stake her.”
“Would that kill me?” Amaliya looked horrified.
“A stake through the heart would kill anyone,” Sergio responded.
“No one stakes no one, okay? So you take my car and you go to Austin and you find a vampiro to help you.” Grandmama shoved her car keys into Amaliya's hand. “You go find a way to find peace.”
“I can't just take your car and your money and go to Austin!”
“Why not?”
“It's not like she did it when she was sixteen,” Sergio muttered under his breath.
“Hey, I wanted to see Ozzy in concert! And I was stupid. And your brother is the one who talked me into it!”
“Look, it doesn't matter. You go and find answers. Then you call me and tell me you are okay.”
Though they looked quite calm, Amaliya could feel the tension in her family members. They were both watching her like a hawk. She didn't blame them, not after the things she had done.
Standing up slowly, she tucked the money into her jeans. Amaliya looked sadly at her tiny grandmother. “I'm sorry I screwed up.”
“He killed you. And made you into a vampiro. You didn't ask for that.
And, I have hope for you. You're not killing people left and right and doing bad. You're good in your heart.” Her grandmother made a step toward her, then hesitated. Seeing the hurt expression in Amaliya's eyes, she gave up caution and hugged her granddaughter tightly. “You go now. You go and take care of yourself.”
Amaliya clutched her grandmother to her and relished the soft, warm comforting feel of her little body. Kissing her grandmother's cheek firmly, she let out a soft sob, then drew back.
Sergio hesitated, then flung his arms around her and held her close.
“Take care of yourself...and don't bite me.”
Laughing softly, Amaliya kissed his cheek, then drew back. “I love you, you know. Both of you.”
Her grandmother was still holding her rosary tightly and Amaliya realized it was glowing around her fingers. It sobered her considerably to see that. She had never considered the condition of her soul or the hereafter before, but, suddenly, she felt afraid.
“I need my bag,” she said softly.
“I'll get it,” Sergio said quickly, and rushed down the hall.
“Grandmama,” Amaliya whispered softly. “I am trying very hard not to do anything bad.”
“I know, baby.” Her grandmother was looking down at her rosary.
“You always were a good girl, just lost.”
“I don't know how I always get into trouble,” she confessed.
“You don't think. You just do,” Sergio answered her as he reappeared with her bag.
“Do not.”
“Yeah, you do. You never think anything out. We used to have so much fun just suggesting random stuff just to see you go along with it.
Amal, let's go jump off the roof. Amal, let's go grab the mule's tail.
Amal, go stick your hand in-”
“Okay, okay,” she said with a pout. “Maybe I'm not too good at the whole plan type thing.”
“Going to Austin is a good plan,” Sergio said. “Just, you know, don't just...”
“Fuck up,” their grandmother said.
They both started and looked at her in shock.
“Well, other people screw up. Amaliya fucks up. I'm sorry, but it's true. She takes after her grandfather. Poor man was a sucker and fell for all the scams in the world. Now, you need to go. You need to get to Austin and find shelter before sunrise.”
Realizing the late hour, Amaliya knew this was true. Sadly, she kissed her grandmother once more on the cheek, then headed for the back door with her bag in her hand.
“Call me.”
“I will. And if the police call-”
“I never saw you,” her grandmother answered sadly.
Sergio walked out after Amaliya. His expression was one of worry and he rubbed his chin as she headed to the garage.
“Amal,” he said softly. He looked back to the window their grandmother was watching them through.
She turned and looked at him, her hand on the latch that would open the doors.
“I don't think this is going to be easy for you. I don't think there is any turning back.”
“I know.” She unlatched the door and swung it open revealing the black Lincoln tucked inside. It was from the 1970's and huge.
“If you...if you...change...anymore than you have now, don't come back here.”
She looked at him, startled.
“I don't want you to hurt anyone I love,” he said softly.
Pressing her lips together tightly, the sting of his words brought instant tears to her eyes. She fought them back knowing she shouldn't lose anymore of her precious blood. The hunger would come that much sooner.
“Okay.”
She opened the second door and walked into the darkness dwelling in the garage. Her vision adapted quickly. She unlocked the driver's door and swung it open. Tossing her bag in, she looked back at her cousin.
His expression was agonized and his posture was tense.
“I love my family. I won't do anything to hurt any of you. I'd rather die than do that.”
“I know, Amal. I know. But all the vampires in the stories always end up...twisted.” He sighed. “I believe in you, but I don't know what might happen to you.”
Nodding, she had to agree. She had no clue what would happen next.
Silently, she slid into the car and turned it on. The highly-maintained engine caught immediately and purred loudly. Slamming the door shut, she switched gears and slowly backed out.
Her cousin moved to one side, his expression pained and somber as he watched her. Rolling down the window, she waved to him. He gave her a short wave back.
Driving down the long driveway to the road, Amaliya took one last look at her grandmother's house. Chances were, she would never come back and she knew it. Sighing, she turned the wheel, and the car pulled onto the road.
***
Tilting his head, The Summoner watched his newest creation speed away in the well-preserved Lincoln. He was impressed so far with her resourcefulness and luck. She hadn't floundered as badly as some of his offspring had. She was a bit messy and definitely working on instinct, but so far she had survived and not been revealed.
Returning his gaze to the house her cousin was disappearing into, he considered entering and destroying her support system. But even from where he stood under the peach tree, he could feel the power of the holy relics within. It repulsed him that he could not destroy the tiny old woman and her lumbering grandson, but even he had limits when it came to faith.
Tucking his hands behind his back, he somberly started off into the darkness.
Chapter Ten
Roberto was deep into his research at Cian's bank of computers, when Samantha appeared next to him, setting down a bag full of groceries on the glass desktop. He quickly minimized the screen. The petite blond was all about saving the environment and carried around the ugliest bags, made from recycled materials, to do her shopping.
Setting her hands on her hips, she looked at the computer screen, then back at him as he gazed up at her with a blank expression on his face.
“I'm making you and me dinner,” she declared, and eyeballed the tiny button for the minimized window. “Watcha doing?”
“Research for Cian
,” Roberto answered truthfully, but did not enlarge the window.
Samantha tossed back her shoulder length hair and flopped onto the second computer chair that Cian had bought just for her. She tended to lurk when he was on the computer. Bothered with her hanging over his shoulder, Cian had bought a chair for her to sit in. Samantha reacted like it was a sweet gesture, even if it was born out of annoyance. Cian was on the computer a lot lately. He was taking another online course to get yet another degree. Without a doubt, Roberto's master and Samantha's fiancé was an information whore.
Or maybe he was just bored after being a alive for so long. Roberto wasn't sure which.
“You're hiding something,” she chided Roberto. “Cian does his own homework.”
“Not homework. Business related,” Roberto answered with a charming smile.
“You do remember the part where I am the Executive Vice President of one of his companies, right?”
“Of a company with ten people in it,” was his tart little answer.
“Oh, bosh. Semantics.” She exhaled dramatically, then continued in her Texas twang, “Well, at least the title makes my parents happy.”
She leaned toward him, her cute little face looking so innocent and fresh. “Watcha doing?” she asked again.
“I am certainly not telling you,” Roberto said firmly. He was used to this game and growing more immune to her charms. Or lack thereof.
He wasn't truly sure which.
“I'm marrying him,” she reminded Roberto, wrinkling her nose.
“I know.”
“And you're his best man friend servant thing. We shouldn't keep secrets from each other,” she declared with a bright smile. Slowly, she reached out for the mouse. As expected, Roberto took hold of her wrist and smiled at her charmingly.
“No?”
“No,” he answered. “Secrets are sometimes necessary.”
“You are so not fun when you keep secrets.”
“I do keep secrets, which is why I have been with him for nearly a hundred years,” Roberto said firmly, and turned off the monitor for good measure. He crossed his arms firmly across his chest and gave her a terse smile.
Looking toward the enclosed sleeping space Cian spent his days in, Samantha sighed. “A hundred years. Do you ever wish he could be out during the day?”
“Yes,” Roberto answered simply.
“So you wouldn't have to deal with me?”
“Yes.”
“I'm not that bad!” She waved a hand at him and kicked off her shoes.
Roberto tried not to think about the probability that her shoes were from a discount store. Disgusting imitation leather. But Samantha tended to be cheap. She considered Dillards terribly expensive and he suspected most of her work clothes were from Target. He plucked at his Armani trousers, and then settled back in the chair waiting for her to retire to the kitchen.
“You're very much you and that is sufficient,” he finally answered.
With a snort, she grabbed up the bags, and padded barefoot to the state of the art kitchen. “I'm making you some enchiladas with verde sauce.”
“Sounds amazing,” he answered.
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“Me? Sarcastic?” Arching an eyebrow at her, he turned back to the screen.
She was now safely away from him among the teak wood cabinets and stainless steel of the kitchen, so it was time to get back to work.
Maximizing the screen, he returned to his conversation with a bounty hunter that specialized in the supernatural. Ignoring Samantha's muttering, he typed in a few short sentences, then watched the scroll.
“You know, we're going to be in each other's lives for a long time.
You're going to have to give in to my Texan charm eventually.” She stomped across the loft and into the bathroom on the far side. It was the same old routine. He ignored her, she sulked. They were both devoted to Cian and both were sure they knew what was good for him.
Of course, they did not necessarily think that the other one was good for him.
sleazydino: THERE WAS A MURDER IN DALLAS AT A MOTEL. I'M ALREADY SUSPECTING A FLEDGLING.
The bounty hunter always wrote in caps and Roberto wondered if he understood, that in Internet etiquette, it meant he was shouting.
Probably not. Bounty hunters of supernatural creatures were odd humans. They were separated from their own kind and obeyed their own rules.
Roberto rubbed his chin before typing back and waited for an answer.
Sleazydino: THE MASTER OF DALLAS IS WAITING TO
HEAR FROM HIS SPIES AT THE CORONER'S OFFICE
BEFORE ISSUING A BLOODHUNT. BUT THE SECOND HE
DOES, I'M ON IT.
“And it's not like I'm not nice to you,”
Samantha barged back into the room wearing what Roberto regarded as Austin hippy wear. A green, multi-layered skirt hung low on her hips and swung down around her knees. A tank top, adorned with Bob Marley's face, hugged her small breasts, and fell to just above her navel. Her blond hair was twisted up into two little ponytails on either side of her head. He was certain that it was very hard for the little blond firecracker to put on her corporate attire. She could never wait to get it off.
“You're very nice,” he admitted and typed in a few more sentences, then waited.
Sleazydino: I'LL CONTACT CIAN IF I HAVE TO PASS INTO
HIS TERRITORY. AS FOR THE OTHER ONE, NO ONE WILL
GO NEAR HIM. THERE IS NO WAY ANYONE WOULD RISK
THAT HIT.
Frowning slightly, Roberto began to type, then saw Samantha on her tip toes peering down over the screen. He minimized the window and looked up at her. “Yes?”
“Do you have an online girlfriend?” She raised her eyebrows.
“No.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Would that make you happy?”
She rolled her eyes and stomped off again.
Roberto opened the window and finished typing.
Sleazydino: I LOVE THE CHALLENGE BUT NO ONE EVER
COMES BACK FROM HUNTING HIM. I HAVE A WIFE AND
KID NOW. IF YOU NEED THAT TAKEN CARE OF, YOU'LL
NEED TO GO TO SOMEONE ELSE.
With a sigh, Roberto typed in a few terse comments, then logged off.
The Summoner's power was well known in the underworld. The damn creature walked through other's territories with ease and without fear of reprisals. And if he was once more in the States and in Texas, that mean Cian could possibly be in danger.
Samantha banged around in the kitchen, mumbling to herself as she waited for the slowly sinking sun to make its final exist for the evening. Outside the massive windows of the loft, the sky was a glorious mix of gold, purple and pink.
“Do you think you'll ever like me?” Samantha asked loudly.
“No,” Roberto answered truthfully. “But Cian loves you so that is enough for me.” That was a lie.
Frowning, she waved a knife covered in bits of onion at him. “I'm good for him. I make him feel human.”
“But he's not human,” Roberto answered, and fixed his cuffs. It was an old argument.
“But he was human. It's at his core.” She gave him a fierce look and turned on the radio.
With a weary sigh, Roberto stood and moved to the far end of the apartment. Cian kept an extensive library of books and Roberto looked over them thoughtfully. How could Cian, a man of such great wealth and intelligence, love such a simple, country bumpkin? She was hopelessly lower middle class and annoying.
He caught sight of what he was looking for and pulled an old journal from the top shelf. It was Cian's own recollection of The Summoner.
It was time to reacquaint himself with the creature they had not encountered in nearly forty years.
Outside the tall windows, the sun slipped behind the wooded hills and the last vestiges of the purple and pink sunset lingered on the horizon.
There was a loud metallic sound, then the steady hum of a motor as the thick walls around Cian
's sleeping chamber rose into the ceiling above. Roberto didn't even look up as he heard the quick, steady footfalls of Samantha running across the long loft to throw herself into Cian's arms. Her laughter and their soft voices made him scowl even more. Snapping the book shut, he calmly ascended the spiral staircase to the floor above, grateful that Cian had two of the lofts remodeled as one.
It gave him a safe place away from the annoying lovers.
***
Reaching Austin had been a huge relief. Amaliya had made it just an hour before sunrise. Seeing the familiar landmarks of the city had made her feel more hopeful than she had in a long while.
Austin was still suffering growing pains as it evolved from a college town to a full blown city. The capital city of Texas was finally stepping fully into its role. The downtown was growing rapidly with new high rises being built and the suburbs and surrounding towns were expanding rapidly. Its high tech industries were still a huge draw to countless people looking not only for a good place to live, but a high paying job. And yet, it was still a music capital, college town, and magnet for the artistic and wild at heart.
As she had driven past the University of Texas, she had felt a pang of remorse as she remembered her short time there as a student. If any time in her life had actually seemed good, it was the year she had spent in Austin attending the university.
She loved Austin and the old landmarks welcomed her. The UT Tower was illuminated orange and the dome of the Capitol Building glowed white in the darkness.
Just as early morning traffic had started up, she had found a hotel near downtown and paid for three nights in advance. As she had before, she duct taped the curtains to the wall, then hung up another blanket over it. This time she remembered the sunlight creeping in under the door and laid a rolled up towel up against the bottom of it.
She had slept soundly and without interruption.
Tonight, when she had woken up, she had known she needed to feed soon. Her heart was sluggishly beating and she felt the growing need in the core of her. Rolling out of bed, she had wandered past the covered mirror into the bathroom for a shower. Staring at the toilet, she realized she hadn't used one in days and it appeared she never would. With a shrug, she closed it and sat down on the cold lid. She contemplated her plans for the night.
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