Vengeance in Blood (Book 3): Reborn

by Watson, Thomas A.

  The three started to move into the canyon and froze. They didn’t stop on their own, and they found they could only move their eyes.

  “Hello, gentlemen,” Kenneth said, walking up. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to address a werewolf.”

  With a pompous strut Kenneth stepped in front of them, the entire whites of his eyes were bloodshot, with blood streaming out of his nose and ears. “You three, really don’t like that,” he laughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “I like being able to tell people to stop and they have to.”

  Moving up to the werewolf, “You are one big puppy. To be honest, none of you look like wolves, so how did you get that name?” Kenneth mumbled, touching the werewolf’s chest. “You’re only two hundred years old and this big? I’m impressed.”

  Looking up at the werewolf’s neck, “Snacktime,” Kenneth said, lunging. The werewolf fell over with Kenneth latched on his neck. The two vampires could only cut their eyes, staring at Kenneth draining the werewolf.

  When Kenneth stood up, his eyes were glowing white with a greenish cast and the blood had stopped flowing from his nose and ears. “Man, did I make a mess,” he said, looking down at his chest that was covered in blood. Feeling much better, Kenneth stood in front of the two. “Yes, you’re going to die,” he answered their question.

  “You were about to kill the only person I had left as a friend when I was a human,” he said, reaching out and touching one. Letting his grip go, “Interesting life,” Kenneth said, moving to the other and grabbing him.

  “You fought for the Nazis?” Kenneth said, stepping back. “You are going to be a pleasure to kill,” Kenneth said. Then, faster than even a vampire could follow, Kenneth latched onto his neck.

  Yanking his head back, Kenneth let the body fall and looked at the last one. “I know I can’t kill you by draining you, dumbass. The werewolf isn’t dead either. It takes a long time to starve for either kind. I just need you docile while I get Mickey to safety,” Kenneth said, moving over and slowly biting into the vampire’s neck.

  Letting the body fall, Kenneth moved around the bodies, stomping on their legs and breaking them. “I’ll be right back,” he said and vanished.

  He appeared at Mickey’s front door. Seeing his eyes glowing in the reflection of the front door window, he vanished as a car alarm in the distance went off and reappeared at Mickey’s door wearing sunglasses. Kenneth looked at the lock and heard it click. He opened the door, stepped into the dark living room and saw Mickey sleeping on the couch, holding a pistol. “Wouldn’t have done much good for you, my friend,” Kenneth said, kneeling in front of Mickey.

  Taking a deep breath, “Mickey,” Kenneth said, gently shaking Mickey. Waking up, Mickey jumped up as Kenneth grabbed him, putting a hand over his mouth. “Don’t scare Maria! I’m not in the mood for her to rip my ass off.”

  “Kenneth?” Mickey mumbled through Kenneth’s hand.

  “Yeah, it’s me,” Kenneth said, lowering his hand.

  Mickey strained to see Kenneth’s face in the darkness. “Your voice sounds different,” he said, moving to the light switch.

  “Don’t turn the light on, Mickey,” Kenneth snapped, and Mickey dropped his hand. “They sent three to kill you tonight. I got them, and I’m covered in their blood.”

  “Oh, my god,” Mickey gasped, dropping down on the couch.

  “Mickey, why did Edwardo kill those guys? I told you not to get involved,” Kenneth said, moving closer.

  “I got kicked off the force and I knew why. They kept asking about you and I told them nothing. I had several government suits drop by, and knew they were part of the group that were after you and offed Harry,” Mickey sighed. “I told Maria and she called Edwardo. Edwardo said that demanded blood. He called his crew and they killed those suits and six others they’d gotten the names of.”

  “Mickey, those guys were FBI, CIA, BATF, and NSA, not to mention part of an organization called the Strong Hands. You can’t go after fuckers like this, you have a family. I didn’t want you involved.”

  “You are a good man, Kenneth, and what was done to you was unforgivable.”

  Reaching out, Kenneth patted his shoulder. “Thank you, but if anything were to happen to you and your family, it would kill me.”

  “Iiiii,” Mickey moaned, grabbing his head. “What am I going to do?”

  “Oh, that’s the easy part, you and your family are going to disappear,” Kenneth said, whipping his head and looking out the window.

  “Kenneth, I don’t have money and I’m not heading south. My family left Mexico three generations ago, be damned if we are going back.”

  “No, I’m going to give you a job. You are going to run a company from a house I’m going to set up, and take care of mine when I’m doing what I do best.”

  Mickey looked up to see Kenneth looking out the window. “You are still chasing murderers?”

  “Mickey, it’s my full-time job now, but I don’t arrest them. I take more extreme measures.”

  “We will help,” Mickey said, getting up and looking out the window. “What, are more coming?”

  “No, one of the assholes that came after your family is trying to crawl away. Shit, I broke his pelvis. You would think that would hold him still for a few minutes,” Kenneth sighed.

  “His pelvis?”

  “Yeah, and both legs,” Kenneth said, moving to the door. “As long as he doesn’t feed, I have a little more time.”

  “Huh?”

  “Never mind. Now, if you take my deal, you and Maria will have to disappear. I’m going to make it look like the three they sent after you, got you and I killed them and burned the house down. If you take my deal, you can never contact anyone you know ever because they will be watching. If you don’t want to take my deal, I have half a million dollars coming. You and Maria can take it and go.”

  “I’m sure we will take your deal,” Mickey said, stepping over. “Where is Besseta?”

  “She better be getting her little ass here soon. I wasn’t running that fast.”

  “Where did you run from?”

  “Okay, Mickey,” Kenneth said, turning around and pushing him to the couch to make him sit down. “First, I don’t look the same.”

  “Yes, Maria said the same thing when we came out of the courthouse when you were married,” Mickey said with a grin.

  “No, I mean younger,” Kenneth offered. “Now the thing is, you can’t ask how, but I’m going to show you and Maria things tonight. But you can never tell anyone. There are others like me that will kill you if you talk, but if you just keep quiet and help me on mine and Besseta’s quest of taking out the trash, everything will be good. Do you understand?”

  About to nod his head Mickey stopped. “Ah, em, no,” Mickey said, shaking his head.

  Giving a huff, Kenneth jumped up and started pacing and Mickey jumped back, crawling up the back of the couch. Kenneth moved much faster than any human should have. “Mickey, damn it. You turned down detective twice. You can think, so do it!” Kenneth snapped and turned to see Mickey standing on the back of the couch with his back to the wall.

  “Oh, you can stand on the back of the couch, but you spank Phillip and Carrie when they do it,” Kenneth said, putting his hands on his hips. Mickey just stared at the shadowed figure, trembling.

  “What happened to you? You don’t move like you used to.”

  “Dude, I haven’t even showed you anything and you’re asking questions like that?”

  “Yeah, ‘Dude’,” Mickey sang out. “You can move so fast, I can’t follow you.”

  “Good,” Kenneth said, then froze. “When the hell did I do that?”

  “When you were pacing.”

  “Okay, I’ll take that. I’m sorry, but I wanted to do it, so you could gradually accept it. But I screwed that up,” Kenneth said, walking over to the couch. “You really think I would hurt you or your family?”

  Realizing it was Kenneth, Mickey relaxed and stepped down off the couch. “Yo
u’re right, I have disrespected you. You would never hurt my family.”

  Kenneth clasped Mickey’s shoulder. “Can’t say I blame you. When Tiffany showed me stuff, I freaked the fuck out.”

  “Tiffany?” Mickey gasped and grabbed Kenneth’s arms. “What did Tiffany do, is she hurt?”

  “Wait, not your daughter, Mickey. Tiffany is a friend of Besseta’s”

  “So, this Tiffany is like you?”

  “Yes, and so is Besseta.”

  “Do either of them pose a danger to my family?”

  “Ah, Mickey. Besseta just caught one that was sent to check on the other three and take Little Mickey and Phillip. Well, I’m just going to tell you, she ripped his chest open and is eating his heart in front of him. I mean that, literally,” Kenneth sighed.

  “I’m in her debt,” Mickey said as his mouth dropped open. “What did they want with my youngest?”

  “You really want to know?” he asked, and Mickey nodded hesitantly. “They were going to eat them. Again, literally.”

  As visions filled his mind but didn’t come close, Mickey dropped on his couch and made the sign of the cross. “Mother of God, save us.” He looked up at Kenneth, “Will you help protect my family?”

  “What in the hell do you think I’m doing here?”

  “No, I know you’re not going to say what happened to you or Besseta, but if I figure it out, and others come for us, will you help?”

  “First, unless you try to tell the world, nobody will care. But if you did, yes, I would.”

  “So, it doesn’t matter if I figure it out?” he asked and Kenneth shook his head. “Can I tell Maria?”

  “Mickey, if you don’t figure it out, Maria will in ten minutes,” Kenneth replied in a monotone. Kenneth whipped his head much faster than a human, looking out the window. “Fucking Fido wants to crawl away?” Kenneth snarled, walking over and opening the door. He looked back at Mickey. “One of them is trying to crawl away, hold on a second,” Kenneth said and vanished.

  “Holy mother of grace,” Mickey gasped, making the sign of the cross as his heart tried to beat out of his chest. When Kenneth appeared in the door he jumped, but didn’t move away.

  “Sorry, but Fido wanted to leave, and I wouldn’t let him.”

  “You moved faster than the wind,” Mickey said.

  “I think I can get close to three hundred, but for all I know it may be more, don’t have a radar gun,” Kenneth boasted. “You ready to see what I’m talking about?”

  “Yes, you are Kenneth, I have nothing to fear,” Mickey laughed.

  “I’m not talking about fear. I’m talking about freaking the fuck out.”

  “I may become a little unnerved, but I won’t freak the fuck out,” Mickey stated proudly, trying not to laugh at Kenneth.

  “Now remember, I’m covered in blood because of the ones that were after your family,” Kenneth said.

  “For that, I would roll in the blood with you.”

  “Remember, I’m younger looking,” Kenneth said, moving over to the light switch.

  “You have my envy,” Mickey smiled and Kenneth turned on the light. He tried not to jump, but Kenneth heard the startle in his mind. “Did you use Edwardo’s chainsaw on them?”

  “No, I ripped open their throats and drank their blood as I made fun of them.”

  Shaking his head slowly, “Kenneth, you look like your pictures from college,” Mickey said realizing Kenneth stressed ‘drank’. “Will you take off the sunglasses?”

  “Now, hold on,” Kenneth said, raising his hands. “The glowing eyes aren’t a normal thing. One of the ones they sent to kill you and your family had, special blood and it makes my eyes glow.”

  “You are kidding me, right?” Mickey asked as Kenneth took his glasses off with his eyes closed and Mickey was shocked at just how young Kenneth looked. When Kenneth opened his eyes, Mickey jumped back. “Shit, man,” he moaned.

  “Yeah, it freaks me out, too.”

  “Your eyes aren’t always like that?”

  Kenneth sighed. “No, otherwise, this would suck.”

  “And you have like superpowers? Like, moving faster than the wind?”

  “No, I’m not going to be able to help you out on those, but you will figure them out. But like I said, if you don’t tell anyone, we don’t have to worry about others,” Kenneth said, putting his sunglasses back on.

  “No, Kenneth, leave them off. You look like a superhero,” Mickey said smiling. “Why would I want to tell anyone? If I did, that would hurt you.”

  “I was just saying, my friend. So, do you want to take a job with me and disappear, or try it on your own?”

  “Are you fucking stupid?” Mickey said, shaking his head. “I would say go with you, but I have to ask Maria. What would Besseta do to you if you made a decision that big without talking to her?”

  “Yeah, good point,” Kenneth nodded. “She would probably hold me down and break my fingers one at a time, very slowly.”

  “Exactly,” Mickey said.

  “You go and talk to Maria, but don’t wake the little ones. No matter what, I’m sorry your house has to burn tonight to buy us some time. I’m going to open your garage and get those punks inside and start getting ready. I can hear really well, so when you think Maria’s ready, just come in here in the living room and call for me. Don’t come in the garage until I bring you in.”

  “Okay,” Mickey said, heading to his bedroom.

  Moving to the garage, Kenneth saw the Mustang and Suburban he’d given them. “Man, this is really going to suck,” he said, touching his old Mustang. “All that work and I’m the one that’s going to destroy you.” Groaning, he stepped back, easing the doors open and pushed the Mustang and SUV out.

  Kenneth disappeared and reappeared carrying the two vampires, throwing them in and then running back carrying the werewolf. He dropped it on the floor and kicked it in the head, feeling it start to regain consciousness. “Fido better stay, or I’ll skin your ass and make a pelt,” Kenneth said and looked up as a gust of wind blew and Besseta appeared at the garage door with Tiffany floating behind her.

  “Hey, stud,” Kenneth smiled as Besseta ran to him with glowing eyes. Like Kenneth, she was covered in blood. As soon as she touched him, the roar in his mind that was building subsided. “See you got the werewolf, you get his buddies?”

  “Kenneth,” Tiffany snapped, walking in with glowing eyes. “I had him and Besseta runs over, trying to take him away. I’ve been killing vampires before either of your DNA lines were started.”

  “Um, I…I don’t even know what to say, but…I’m sorry,” Kenneth stuttered.

  With her mouth falling open, Besseta looked up at him. “I said the same damn thing.”

  “Hey, I’m in this war. Besseta tells me these four were coming for babies to eat? Well yeah, I wanted a piece of their ass. The fact they wanted to hurt Mickey and his babies makes me angry in a very bad way,” Tiffany snapped, caring very much for Mickey’s family from Kenneth’s mind.

  “She bent me over her knee and spanked me,” Besseta pouted, looking down.

  “You tried to take him away from me, Besseta. I had just ripped his belly open, it’s not like I was going to be nice,” Tiffany growled.

  Besseta looked up at Kenneth with a sad face and glowing eyes. “We had a tug of war with the vampire, fighting over who got to kill him. His arms and legs got pulled off. When I saw Tiffany was going to win, I chewed his head off.”

  “And I spanked your ass!”

  Not able to help it, Kenneth leaned over and looked at Besseta’s little butt. Bloody handprints were stained all over the buttocks of her pants. “Baby, don’t take this the wrong way, but for some reason, I’m getting really turned on.”

  “Kenneth!” Tiffany snapped. “Don’t you even think of getting horny. I will spank your ass as well.”

  “Damn,” Kenneth gasped jumping back and Besseta squeezed her arms around him.

  “Baby, her spanking really hurt.
Quit thinking about it.”

  “Are you going to tell him about the rabid dogs?” Tiffany snapped, tapping her foot as she crossed her arms. With her arms wrapped around him, Besseta slid behind Kenneth, leaving Tiffany’s wrath directed at him.

  “Dogs? Like more than one werewolf?”

  “Yeah, two,” Tiffany snarled, still tapping her foot. “I had one frozen in place that was carrying two small cages. I ripped his arm off, beating him with it and Besseta runs over, rips his chest open and sticks her head in, chewing on his heart. I try and stop her by grabbing her legs and pulling her out and she comes out eating his heart. She runs over, jumping on his chest as she’s eating his heart.”

  “Well, um, I….” Kenneth said, looking at the angry face of Tiffany. With her eyes glowing, Kenneth was getting close to freaking out. “I think she just wanted to help.”

  “Yeah, that’s why she got another spanking.”

  With vivid images of the spanking in his mind’s eye, Kenneth held up his hands. “Okay, enough talking about the spankings. I’m not kidding. Say you talked to her real sternly.”

  “When we caught the second one, I talked real sternly to her after she crushed his spine while I was ripping the top of his skull off,” Tiffany growled.

  “The werewolf quit howling in pain when Tiffany bent me over her knee and talked sternly to me,” Besseta offered in a meek voice behind him.

  “I know this isn’t the right time, but when we get home, can you two reenact some of this?” Kenneth asked cautiously.

  With her gaze locked on him, Tiffany’s glowing eyes flared. “Kenneth, now is not the time to be horny,” Besseta warned, feeling waves of anger off of Tiffany.

  “Sorry Tiffany, but it seems you killed the last one,” Kenneth said with a forced smile.

  “Yes, I did. I ripped the top of his skull off and ate his brain while he was alive,” she said proudly.

  Poking her head out from under Kenneth’s arm, Besseta looked up at him. “I couldn’t do anything because I was rubbing my burning ass from the stern talk. Her stern talks really fucking hurt. And let me tell you, she is a much more powerful telekinetic than either of us, take my word for it.”