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by Night, H. T.

  “Are you going to speak?” he came out and asked. “Or are you just going to waste my time?”

  I looked at his piercing brown eyes behind the white cup and said, “I have some questions.”

  “Questions? You’ve come to the wrong place if you’re seeking words of wisdom.”

  “Maybe I did. But I need some answers. I think you’re the only one that could really help me.”

  “Help you? Why would I ever want to do that?”

  “Because you once believed in the cause, though you may have looked at it differently than I do. But, you understood that Krull couldn’t succeed in his need to tear down the Mani. You knew he couldn’t follow through on his plan.”

  “His plan? What plan would that be?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me,” I said, as delicately as I could, considering how difficult he was trying to be.

  Atticai paused, and then did an unusual thing. He smiled and looked in my direction. “What is it you need to know?”

  “I need to understand what Krull is trying to do. I need to come to terms with what exactly it is that I’m supposed to do to stop him.”

  “And why would I tell you that information?” Atticai was resisting this conversation like a three year old at the dentist.

  “Because we may not be on the same side, but we’re not on opposite teams. How does the saying go? ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’”

  “What if the enemy of your enemy is also your enemy?” Atticai scoffed.

  “Is that what you consider me? An enemy?”

  “You’re damn close. You did kill me.”

  “You were killing Lena…”

  “Semantics.”

  “Saying that we’re all three enemies puts us in some bizarre triangle like the way we were the other night.”

  Atticai grinned. “That was a bit sad, wasn’t it? You managed to screw that one up pretty badly.”

  If I gave this guy any opening, he threw a verbal jab every time. He was relentless and passive aggressive.

  “It was probably a good thing,” I said, adamantly. “To lose her.”

  “When is it ever a good thing to lose at anything or anyone?”

  “Maybe when you have a calling that is bigger than yourself?”

  “That’s when you can’t afford to lose. You have too many people depending on you.”

  “We are still talking about Lena, right? As I remember, you didn’t come out the victor that night either.”

  “I never thought I had a chance. I figured I’d throw my hat into the ring once you and your boyfriend decided to go all Romeo and Juliet about it.

  “That isn’t how I remember it. You spoke up for Lena before Tommy did.”

  “Again, with the semantics. All I know is, it was good theater.” Atticai was pretty pleased with himself. His smug look turned serious. “Josiah, you were given the one thing I dedicated my entire life to seeking, and you didn’t even want it.”

  “That’s probably why it fell in my lap. Maybe the Triat thought you’d be too emotional.”

  “Emotional? DON’T YOU EVER TALK TO ME ABOUT THE TRIAT. YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ANYTHING!!” Atticai was beside himself. He stood up. “I should kill you right now. Just to end all of the nonsense.”

  “I don’t see that happening, big guy.” Then I stood up and got right up in his face, or as close as I could get to it. It would be pretty anti-climactic for Atticai and me to go to blows out here in the middle of nowhere. With no one watching.

  Atticai stared me down and then slowly sat back down “You’re probably right. It wouldn’t do me any good at this point.”

  I was surprised at how quickly Atticai changed his temperament. He was just about to rip my head off and now he was rocking back and forth like an eighty-year-old man. I think he knew, he had no chance in a fight with me. I had become something entirely separate from the average Mani. I felt pretty indestructible these days. Atticai sighed and then said, “What kind of answer did you think I might have?”

  I looked at Atticai, and it appeared that he was ready to have a civil conversation. “Well, first off, my question is simple; how does the ‘Chosen One’ save the Mani people?”

  Atticai seemed amused by my question. He pondered it and then said, “First of all Josiah, you can only help Mani who want it. You’re not going to be able to change the hearts of all the people. You can only help or save those who want to stop the senseless killing of one another. There will always be a portion of Mani who will never change their thought process because they crave pain and destruction. It’s in their blood and you won’t be able to get through to those vampires. Trying to turn them would become your Achilles heel.” Atticai paused, and then said, “It was mine.”

  Holy Crap! Atticai was acting freaking normal. He was actually having a thoughtful conversation with me.

  “How so?” I asked, extremely intrigued by Atticai’s candor.

  “For years, I was the voice of reason. When everything you believe in falls on deaf ears, it’s pretty disheartening. Eventually, you become… like this.” He was referring to himself.

  “Atticai, there is still hope for you. You were given a second chance for a reason. You have to know that. You’ve been through too much not to see that.”

  “Of course I understand that, Josiah. I just don’t think my heart would ever be into it again. I really don’t care, anymore. Death is an awful reality. I was given a second chance, yes. But I don’t think I want to waste it fighting for this.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’ve sort of lost my passion for the fight because I feel like fighting for this cause will be a lost one.”

  “I don’t think it is, or I wouldn’t have been plucked out of obscurity to lead it if it was just going to be a suicide mission,” I said, with certainty.

  “Then they chose the right man for the job. Josiah, the way you’re speaking to me right now is the message you need to give to the people. Mani are tired of living in the shadows. They want to have their own society where they don’t have to lie about who they are. They dream of a Utopian world where everything isn’t decided by bloodshed. The only way that can happen is unity. You need to figure out a way to have all Mani work and live together and stop with the reckless killings. If we stop killing one another then we can start achieving amazing results. But, saying it in theory is one thing and convincing Mani is a whole different story.”

  “Why is it so hard to have people unite?”

  Atticai was quiet now. He had made a 180degree turn and was opening up in a way I didn’t even realize he was capable of doing. “I’ve said enough, Josiah.”

  “Please, don’t stop now. Why, Atticai?”

  For whatever reason, Atticai was having a hard time revealing this last bit of information. I could tell this part exhausted him. This was the one thing that bothered him the most about his people. Finally he said, “Because Mani don’t see the benefit of stepping outside themselves. And if they do, they are only led by money, sex, or power. That’s why Krull has a legion of vampires willing to die for his cause. Vampires and violence go hand in hand.”

  “So which is it?” I asked. “Do I fight Krull or do I try to work with him?”

  “I really don’t know. I think you might need to seek out the Deity on this one.”

  “The Deity? What or who is that?” I asked. This was the very first time I had ever heard this name.

  “You are green, aren’t you, Josiah? The Deity is a young woman who has been given amazing insight from the Triat. She’s like our pope.”

  “She’s real young?” I asked.

  “Not in years, but in Mani form. She was turned when she was thirteen years old. She has seen it all.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. Apparently she saw Jesus carry the cross up Calgary and fasted alongside Gandhi. She has had a pretty amazing life.”

  “And you think she could help me?”

  “I know she can.” Atticai stood up and walked a
long the porch rail, looking out at the stars. For the first time ever, he seemed like a regular person with dreams and aspirations. He was being human. Not mortal, but for the first time, he seemed to display a level of insight that was inspiring. It was as if he was locked inside his own hate and somehow he snapped out of it.

  “Atticai,” I said. “It’s not too late for you. You can stand right next to me in this cause. I’d be honored if you would.”

  Atticai just shook his head and calmly said, “I’ll pass.” This would be a very hard sell at this juncture and I decided not to pursue this angle any longer. Atticai was the kind of person who needed to come to a cause like this on his own terms. Maybe someday he’d come around, but for now I needed to find this Deity.

  “Where is the Deity?” I asked.

  “Tijuana,” Atticai smiled.

  “Huh? Donkey shows Tijuana?” I asked, completely not expecting that to be the answer.

  “There’s a lot more to that city than donkey shows. You know that city is where the Caesar Salad was invented.”

  “Good to know if I decide to go on a diet. Where in Tijuana is she?”

  “I don’t know exactly. I have just heard she’s been there for years. My advice is to go there and if the Triat wants you two to connect, she will find you.”

  “I hope you’re right. I don’t want to be hanging out in Tijuana for months on end.”

  “You know everything is legal down there. There’s more to do than just go watch donkey shows. Camp out and make a trip of it. Just don’t drink the water!”

  I nodded my head and Atticai stood up and went inside the house. He didn’t say goodbye, but I assumed we were done. He was very cordial once he got past his bitterness. I did have to admit, I was pretty impressed with what he had to say.

  Chapter Seven

  So, here I was. I needed to go to Tijuana, of all places. I had only been to the city once. It was on my 18th birthday. Tommy took me down there and we partook in all the indulgences the country had to offer: alcohol, girls and even a little icky wicky.

  Being that it was my only experience in that country, I didn’t have much to go on. I was pretty inebriated at the time and have very little memory of anything that happened south of the border. To think, I’d be roaming the streets of a foreign country looking for a thirteen-year-old girl who was in reality over 2,000 years old--it was disconcerting.

  I assume the Deity spoke many languages by this point. But I was going to need a guide to help me. The only person I knew that was fluent in Spanish was Wyatt. He had spent a lot of time in Mexico, and liked to show off every now and then and speak Spanish to people who speak it fluently. So, he was definitely the guy to take.

  I approached him the following day at breakfast. “Hey, Wyatt,” I said. “Would you like to take a trip with me?”

  “What kind of trip?” He said, as he sipped his blood cocktail that Yari had blended up for him. Yari was real creative in mixing blood with tomato juice and other fine beverages to give the taste more of a kick.

  “It’ll be a business one. I need to speak to the Deity,” I said.

  “The Deity? She is still around?”

  “You knew about her?”

  “Everyone knows about her. No one knows where she is.”

  “Atticai did. He’s says she’s in Mexico.”

  “Mexico? I better pack my poncho. When do you want to leave?”

  “Tonight.”

  “No problem.” Wyatt went back to sipping his drink and I headed back upstairs and decided to relax until the evening.

  Wyatt and I didn’t pack anything. We figured if it took a while to find her, we would just buy whatever we needed real cheap in Mexico.

  We transitioned into our bird state and headed south. From where we live, the only way to Mexico was a flight over San Diego. San Diego is a beautiful city during the day; not so pretty at night.

  We made our way into Mexico and Tijuana was the first city at the border. It was good that we didn’t have to go deep into the country. As a matter of fact, we hit our destination so quickly it felt like we were still in U.S., except for the smell. Wow, the sewer system stunk down here. Holy crap, it smelled awful.

  I had checked online that the best hotel in the city was a place called Ticuan. We flew over the city until I spotted the hotel from the sky. We headed down and landed down the street in an empty area so we could transition without anyone seeing us. One thing was for sure, Mexico wasn’t short on taxis and pharmacies. Everywhere I looked, I saw a taxi in the street and a pharmacy on the corner.

  We went inside the hotel and I was pretty impressed. The hotel didn’t look like much from the outside, but the inside was very high class. It made me forget that I was in Tijuana.

  We decided to share a room with two beds. It would be easier to get up and go if we were in the same room. After we got situated in the room, we decided to head on out because we really wanted to get this over with.

  Wyatt and I headed down to the parking structure. There were about five taxis parked outside the hotel.

  “Taxi?” one of the cab drivers asked.

  “Sí,” Wyatt said, winking at me like he was a native countryman.

  “Hell, I could have figured that one out,” I laughed.

  “Trust me, when we’re in the heart of this city, you’ll be glad I can interpret what’s being said immediately.”

  The cab driver opened the back door and Wyatt and I got into the back seat.

  “Why are we taking a cab?” I asked.

  “I’m a little uncomfortable flying around the city. God knows what goes on down here. All I need is a bullet to the wing.”

  I guess he was right; if I transitioned to the eagle, it might cause pandemonium. “Where should we go first?” I asked.

  “We need to go to the place where we can find out anything for the right price.”

  “Where’s that?”

  “The red light district.”

  “Where the drug dealers and hookers dwell?” I asked.

  “If you want to know anything, the hustlers down there will find out for twenty bucks.”

  “Adelitas!” Wyatt said, to the cab driver.

  “Bien.” The driver took off and there we were, two vampires in a cab in Tijuana about to hit the red light district.

  After about ten minutes of some of the worst driving I had ever experienced, the cab driver delivered us to a bar called Adelitas.

  “¿Cuánto cuesta?” Wyatt asked, inquiring about the cab cost.

  “Cinco,” he said.

  “Five bucks?” I asked.

  Wyatt looked at me and said, “Remember, we are in Mexico; everything is cheaper.”

  There were a lot of businesses and bars along the street. We stepped out on the street and the night was alive. There was energy unlike anything you would ever see in the Inland Empire. The streets were thumping and packed with tourists and hustlers everywhere.

  “So, what now?” I asked. “Do we go into a bar and try to find out information?”

  “We can go to a bar if you’re ready to be ambushed by about twenty girls begging for some time alone with you,” Wyatt laughed.

  “Seriously?” I asked. In a way, it didn’t seem like that bad of a concept.

  “You’ve been here before, you know how it is.”

  “It was a couple of years back and I was drunk on my ass. I have very little memory of anything other than a porcelain toilet at the end of the night.”

  “The city does that to you, too. Damn, it’s a great town,” Wyatt laughed.

  “So, what now?” I asked.

  “The guys that have the answers will come up to us. They’ll speak perfect English to let us know how American they are. Let’s just start walking and they will make their way to us.”

  Sure enough, all we had to do was walk about twenty feet down the street and a man about six feet tall and real skinny approached us.

  “Hey man,” he said, without an accent.

 
“What’s up?” I said.

  “What do you guys want? Girls, blow, condoms, Viagra, what?”

  Wow, he didn’t mess around. He apparently had a pharmacy on his person.

  “We need information,” Wyatt said.

  “Okay, what kind of information are you looking for?”

  Wyatt and the man spoke to each other in Spanish, but the man responded in English. I think he did it for my sake.

  “I can get in a lot of trouble taking you there,” he said.

  “Would $500 make it easier for you?” Wyatt asked.

  “For $500, I’ll have sex with both of you before we go,” the man joked.

  I wasn’t one for that kind of humor. At least, I hoped he was kidding. He must have been because he didn’t pursue it.

  “Meet me here at nine in the morning. Believe it or not, it’s more discreet doing stuff during the day around here, there’s a lot less police.”

  “We can’t exactly do that,” Wyatt said, looking at the man.

  The man looked us both over and grinned. “I guess you can’t.” He was street smart enough to know we were vampires. “Meet me here in twenty-four hours and I’ll have an answer for you.”

  “Are you certain that you can arrange a meeting or are you just wasting our time?” I asked. He obviously knew we were Mani and now it was time to throw some weight around to get what we wanted.

  The man paused and then looked me in the eye and said, “I guarantee it.”

  “All right, we’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t fuck with us. You got that?” I said, as stern as I could, without coming across as paranoid.

  “When people need things in this city, I’m who they come to,” he said, in a slick, con-man type of way.

  “You better be.” There was something about this guy I didn’t trust.

  “Hey, can you guys front me some of the money?” the man asked.

  There it was.

  Wyatt looked at him and said, “You’ll get the $500 when we’re sitting down with her and nothing more and nothing sooner. Taxi,” Wyatt yelled.

  No faster than he said it; a taxi whipped around and was in front of us. “That’s it?” I said to Wyatt, getting into the taxi.