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by CELENE CAREY

  “Thank you Father, we are forever grateful.” Chantel knelt before the priest and he blessed her with the sign of the dark before she stood and left, heading back out into the blinding sunlight towards her home.

  CHAPTER 4

  It was nearly dusk when Chantel awoke once more. There was a banging on the door of their home and she took the stairs at breakneck speed, anticipating Ethan’s return. She faltered when she realized that Ethan would just come inside their home, he wouldn’t be knocking at the front door. Chantel opened the door and saw that it was the same men that had been visiting every night like clockwork. She sighed and heaved open the heavy door, welcoming them into her home as was accustomed to their kind; whether entering into a human’s home or not, a vampire had to be invited inside.

  “Please good gentlemen, enter my home and be comfortable. I do not when my dear brother will return, but I miss him dreadfully and do wish his return is soon.” Chantel said in an overly dramatic and sarcastic manner as she faked a bow and opened her arms to let them inside.

  The men brushed passed her and headed into the living room to make themselves comfortable on the couch and lounge chairs that resided inside.

  “Actually, we are here to speak with you tonight Ms. Ruthers.” Said one of the three men as he removed his hat and placed it nonchalantly onto the glass coffee table in front of him. “It’s come to our attention that you were out and about in Priest’s Point today. We find it curious, seeing as just this dawn you were telling us how you were too ill to be going about. What is it that you were tending to Ms. Ruthers? Something must have been dreadfully urgent to force you to head out in the middle of day, injured and weak as you are.”

  Chantel paused and considered carefully what she would say next. She couldn’t very well tell them that she had been out burning the very bodies that these men were trying to recover. Thinking fast she decided a white lie was best. “I had to meet with my priest to pick up some healing potions for my ribs. I am indeed very under the weather, healing from that nasty crash, my ribs are taking longer to heal then would be expected, especially for someone of my, um, caliber.” Chantel placed a hand protectively on to her rib cage and rubbed it lightly.

  “It must have been a very bad accident that you weren’t able to protect yourself Ms. Ruthers. Someone who has lived as long as you, with the quality of life you possess, should really know better. Do tell us, how is it that you came to injure yourself again?” The man speaking now was the hardest looking of all three men, he wore a dark black suit and his black was spotted with grey and was greased back, a pair of spectacles in black bone sat gingerly on the tip of his nose and his thin lips pressed hard together in a tight line when he wasn’t speaking.

  “I have already told you what happened good sirs. Surely I do not need to exhaust it in more extensive detail for you each night you come over?” Chantel turned to leave the room, praying that Ethan would come home soon and tell her that all was well once more and that these horrible men wouldn’t hurt her or Ethan.

  “Stop right there Ms. Ruthers. You told us you were driving a motorcycle at high speed in the middle of the night, and that you were speeding around a corner and lost control, sending both the motorcycle and yourself over the edge of a cliff. Is that correct?” Chantel turned around and saw that it was the hard man speaking again, pressing his lips tightly together afterwards in a menacing way that surely was meant to intimidate her.

  “Yes, that’s right. That’s how I injured myself.” Chantel kept her hands protectively at her ribs.

  “Well, Ms. Ruthers, we sent a team searching for that motorcycle, and you want to know something funny? There isn’t one. Not anywhere to be found.”

  “Perhaps it washed away into the sea… It’s a big ocean Sir, it could be anywhere.” Chantel was feeling rather nervous now, there was something else he wasn’t saying, and she could sense it.

  “’Washed away into the sea’… interesting thought. Perhaps we should send a submarine to look for your mysterious motorcycle.” He stifled a fake laugh and continued on, “You want to know something else Ms. Ruthers? We didn’t find skid marks anywhere near any cliff side parts of the highway either. Not one. Odd really, considering what a big crash you must have had to be injured so badly. Not a sign of broken pieces of bikes or glass or mirrors, not a sign of anything at all. It really is truly bizarre.”

  Chantel felt very much like she was walking into a trap and felt it best to keep her mouth shut at this point. Where was Ethan when she needed him? With his silver tongue and quick wit… he would have said something clever at this point and brushed them right off their trail.

  One of the men stood and stepped towards Chantel, stepping widely around the coffee table that was in between them. “You want to know something we did find my dear girl?” He stepped closer still and Chantel could feel the tension rising in the house.

  CHAPTER 5

  She was too weak to fight them off right now if they came after her, especially since she had used all her energy up burning and moving corpses around this afternoon. The two other men stood now, and they began closing in on her. Stepping awkwardly backwards, Chantel managed to produce words from her almost trembling lips.

  “What did you find…?”

  “We found a deer. We found a very dead and mangled deer that had bite marks on its neck. Bite marks that come from only one type of deadly animal that we’re aware of.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I haven’t done anything. I crashed my motorcycle. That’s all.” Chantel stepped farther back and felt the back of her foot hit the wall. The men continued to close in on the distance between her and them, forcing Chantel to press flat against the wall of her living room.

  “Tisk, tisk Ms. Ruthers. There’s something odd about you trying to hide this from us. You shouldn’t be so concerned with hiding the fact that you were out hunting that night you were injured. You’re allowed by the laws we enforce in Washington to hunt wildlife as opposed to human blood. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Of course, unless there’s more to the story... We’re putting together the story more and more, but we just want a confession from you. Were you hunting a deer when you were injured?”

  “No. I’ve told you what happened. Now back away from me!” Chantel felt the proximity of the three men and felt her heart hammering in her chest. They were going to kill her, they knew about the Senator’s daughter, they must know.

  “Back away from you or what, Ms. Ruthers? What are you going to do?” Said the hard man in a mocking tone as he reached out and grabbed Chantel’s wrist with a vice like grip.

  “Want to know what we think happened? You were out hunting a deer, you fell off the cliff and you were injured, so bad that your dear brother had to murder two innocent young girls to help feed you and bring you back to life.”

  “No! That’s not what happened. Ethan would never do anything like that!” Chantel screamed in their faces.

  “Do you know what happens to vampires who kill humans these days Ms. Ruthers? I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. We string them up by their feet and we disembowel them. Then we cut off their heads and we leave their rotting, stinking corpses to the crows. But not before we stab you through the heart with a wooden spike, so that you will never, ever rise again.” Chantel was shaking now; they were going to kill her, she was certain.

  The hard man grabbed her other wrist in his hand and pulled her in towards himself. Once she was close enough to his face that she could feel his hot sticky breath on her neck, he whispered to her, “I’m going to enjoy every moment of this Chantel.” He turned his head and licked her cheek in a disgusting way that caused her to scream out loud once more. Chantel felt the other two men reaching out and grabbing her body, they meant to pick her up and carry her out of the house. She fought and struggled, but the pain from her ribs was searing and she screamed instead, unable to struggle against their strong vampire grips.

  Just then there was a crash at the fron
t door, two of them let her go, but the hard faced man continued to hold tightly to her wrists. “What is it?” Screamed the man holding her, “Go and see what it is!” He spun Chantel around, using her as a shield to protect his own body as he turned to face where the sound came from.

  Chantel felt relief wash over her for an instant as she saw Ethan standing there in the door frame of the living room.

  “Let go of her.” Ethan’s voice boomed across the house, echoing off the walls and reverberating right into her soul. Thank the dark lord that he had returned, Chantel thought.

  “Chantel Ruthers is being charged with the murders of two young women that went missing last week. The Senator's daughter; Rebecca Foreman and her best friend, Lacey Segwillen,” Declared one of the men in a booming voice as he approached the place that Ethan stood.

  “I don’t think you have a case strong enough to hold up in court gentlemen.” Ethan’s eyes danced towards Chantel and she saw inside them that darkness that she had seen the night of her injury.

  “Ah, see that’s where you’re mistaken Mr. Ruthers. We are the law in Priest's Point. What we say goes. And we say that Ms. Ruthers here killed those two innocent girls. Someone is going down for these murders, Mr. Ruthers, the Senator is mad as hell that he lost his firstborn daughter and when he’s mad, we’re mad. Now there’s a score to settle. So a girl for a girl we say. Even if we know it was really you who did the killing.” The hard man tightened his grip on Chantel’s wrists as he spoke, making her cry out again in anguish.

  “I said let her go!” Ethan’s voice ricocheted off the walls and he sprinted towards Chantel. The two other men leaped towards Ethan, attempting to grab him as Ethan charged towards where Chantel was being held prisoner. Ethan leapt up into the air and flipped over the coffee table that stood between him and Chantel.

  The man holding Chantel fumbled backwards, yelling as he almost tripped in his suddenly hurry to get out Ethan’s way. “Stop him you fools!” He tripped backwards over his own feet, releasing his grip on Chantel just enough so that she could break free, just as Ethan landed square in front of her. Ethan reached forward and quickly grabbed Chantel tightly by the shoulders, pulling her and kissing her briefly on the lips, “Thank god you’re OK.”

  Chantel fumbled with a roller coaster of emotions for a split second as she realized her stepbrother had just kissed her for the first time in their long lives, and then she saw the two men charging at Ethan’s back and snapped back to reality in an instant. “Ethan!” She cried out, but Ethan was already aware of what was happening behind him. He spun Chantel around and pushed her out of the way. “The armory, get the spikes.” He whispered as he pushed her into the direction of the wardrobe that held their weaponry.

  CHAPTER 6

  Everything happened so fast, Ethan was too quick for the men, first bending down and grabbing the hard man by the suit jacket. He picked him up clean into the air with one arm, and showing an incredible amount of strength, he held the man who had a few minutes ago been threatening to kill Chantel close to his face and said, “This is for putting your filthy hands on my sister.” Ethan bent his knees and used the force of his whole body weight to throw the man clean through the living room front window. The sound was earth shaking, as the glass fell out, crashing down all around them. Surely the whole neighbourhood would hear the battle that was emanating from their normally peaceful and quiet home.

  Spinning once more, Ethan turned, facing the two men other men head on. The men jumped onto Ethan, using brute force to tackle him and take him down. Ethan fell to the ground hard, his back crashing through the glass coffee table and shattering it to pieces. Chantel was already running back from the wardrobe where she had procured two wooden spikes, made of ancient Ash tree branches from Russia, and a Magnum gun loaded with a single bullet crafted from Oak wood and coated with a dark magic poison that ate through skin the skin and spread like wildfire through the body before the Oak bullet even began to work its magic and kill the vampire.

  She screamed when she saw Ethan crash through the coffee table. “Ethan!” Chantel lunged on top of the man closest to her and dug a spike straight through his back and into his heart. The man let loose a terrible scream and his whole body went rigid as smoke began to leak from the hole the spike had made. It was burning him alive, pieces of his chest began to burst into flames and he rolled off where the place that Ethan and the other man were still struggling with one another. Suddenly, his entire body exploded into a cloud of ashes, and the Ash wood spike fell to the floor with a dull thud in one piece, the magical power of the ancients protecting it from the flames.

  Chantel jerked her head away from the horrific sight of the vampire she’d just killed as she heard a choking noise coming from where her brother was fighting the man on the floor. Seeing that Ethan was being choked, pinned down and losing his grasp trying to fight off the man, Chantel held up the other Ash wood spike that remained in her left hand. Letting loose a guttural type war cry, Chantel screamed and leapt on top of the man who was trying to kill her brother. She drove the spike into his back, and he hissed in pain like an animal and let go his death grip on Ethan’s neck. The man began to roll around and burst into flames just as the first man had. Ethan kicked at him with his legs to shift the dying vampire away from him.

  “Come here my dear, sweet little sister, you crazy bad ass killer you.” Ethan’s eyes looked playfully up at her and her memories brought her back to the day that she first been introduced to him by her mother and his father. He had looked the same as he did now, but they had grown together over the past hundred years, there was so much love they shared over the past hundred years, and the pain of losing their parents had only served to bring them closer than they ever had been before.

  As Chantel look at Ethan now, she saw that Ethan was bleeding from his head and his shirt was torn, blood coming from other places on his body, yet she couldn’t see how badly he was really injured. She reached down to grasp his hands and help lift him off the ground, and as she bent down, a wooden bolt whizzed past her head, narrowly missing her neck as it lodged itself into the wall behind her. Ethan leapt up and pulled Chantel down and out of the way, and spinning her to the ground in one fluid motion, he grabbed the gun that was loaded in the back of her pants waistband and aimed it out through the broken glass window of their living room.

  A menacing voice came from outside on the front lawn. “Don’t do it Ethan, you will never win. The Vatican will never clear your name of those murders and even if they do, the Senator’s men will come after you until they kill you and your sister for what you’ve done to his precious daughter. Killing me won’t stop them from getting to you and your dear sister.” The hard man cocked the crossbow that he held and aimed it straight at Ethan’s chest.

  “The Vatican has already cleared my name, and I will take down every last one of the Senator’s men if they come looking for us. But I don’t think they will, since you will never make it back alive to tell them what happened here, friend.” Ethan pulled the trigger at the same time the hard man released the bolt towards Ethan’s chest. Ethan rolled to his left as the deadly wooden bolt whizzed towards him, and the bolt instead lodged itself into a photo of their parents that hung on the wall behind him. Ethan stood to watch as the man outside burst into flames in their front lawn as the sun began to set to the west.

  “Oh, Ethan!” Chantel stood and covered the space between them in two large strides. “I thought you were dead, that the Vatican had killed you for murdering those girls. These men, they came here every night, I didn’t know what to do… I burned their bodies Ethan, the girls. The priest helped me this afternoon. I thought for sure you were gone. I was so lost without you…” Chantel began crying as Ethan wrapped his strong arms tightly around his body.

  “Chantel, it’s OK now, everything is going to be alright. I’m here now. They’ve cleared my name and we will leave Priest’s Point and find a new life somewhere that we can be safe, and be together.”
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  Ethan gently grabbed her chin in his big hand and tilted her face up towards his own.

  “Do not cry, I have loved you since the moment I met you. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

  He put his lips to hers and kissed her ravenously, with a hunger that she could feel deep within her groin. He split her lips apart with his tongue and drove his tongue deep into her mouth, exploring it for the first time in nearly a century of desire. Chantel whimpered into his mouth, darting her tongue out to meet his kiss with the desire mounting in her groin, she could feel her pussy begin to dampen from the heat of the kiss.

  CHAPTER 7

  Ethan broke the kiss and led her into the master bedroom that they never used because they both slept in separate coffins in the basement. Lowering her gently onto the bed, he began kissing her with a passion that had been building up for a hundred years.

  Chantel kissed him back, offering him all of her, wanting him inside her and with her forever. They stripped their tattered and bloodied clothes off each other and made love like it was the first and the last time they would ever make love again. As Ethan finally took off the remaining bits of her undergarments, he leaned back to admire her beautiful body and saw a gleam of wetness in between her legs. Chantel’s nipples were hard from the excitement and he leaned over top of them, flicking them with his hot, wet tongue until she moaned again.