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The Beasts: A Winter Tale

I figured that after the long portion of Book of the Blessed, we should deal with a short portion of the Beasts and then have something a little longer tomorrow night. How Laurie ends up... well, the story has been changed significantly, so just wait and see.
 
Levy Berringer was only half conscious. He heard the air whistling all around him and saw brown white and grey and blue shooting past him. This was the feeling of shooting through a subway tunnel, watching the lights flash in the darkness while the train sped. The more he tried to think what this was like, the more the wind whistled past him, pulling at him so that now he understood why Kruinh and Sunny had taken such care to strap him to Dan, and to cover him. He would have been frozen, he would have been torn from Dan’s body. There was nothing immortal about him, and even as he was thinking this, trying to understand that he must have been high, very high and hurtling through the sky, things lowered, the wind slowed, grey and white resolved to cloud and blue sky, and still they sped, but it was lower and slower and slower now and for one awful, vomit inducing moment, Levy lifted his head and saw further down below than he ever wanted to see anything, water sparkling, the skyscrapers and massive buildings, the grid patterns of a city. He ducked his head and then he felt a bump and there were hands on his shoulders and he was being peeled down and there was laughter, not unkind, and Kruinh was saying, “Take him gently, gently now,” and Sunny was saying, “We got him, Kruinh,” and a new woman’s voice was saying, “A little boy? What in the…?”
“He’s Chris’s,” Dan was saying, and Levy, held up by Sunny, felt unsteady as he turned around, saw that Anne and Laurie, the first straightening her hair, the second dusting off his expensive patent leather shoes, were standing right there, had apparently traveled right after them.
“You need to sit down,” the new voice said,.
She was chocolate skinned like Kruinh, with a small round face like Kruinh as well. She reminded Levy of his mother but that her eyes were a bright and amazing blue, and her hair was black and thick, flowing down her back like an Indian princess’s. She took him by the hand, though she was shorter, and taking him up the back porch called, “David, David, put on some cocoa.”
“Oh, you must be so cold,” she said as they came up the steps, “and you don’t even know me. I’m Tanitha, Tanitha Tzepesh. I am Kruinh’s daughter.”
“Another vampire?”
She looked at him, bemused.
“You’re a quick study.”
“Ma’am—”
` “Tan,” she said, entering the large kitchen. “Tan, or Tanith, but never ma’am. I’m not old enough for that. Well, come to think of it, that’s a lie, I’m quite old enough for it, but all the same. Sit in that chair, Sit in that chair. You need a rest. I bet you’ve never flown before, not like that.”
“How long did it take?” Levy asked.
“I feel like,” Tanitha said, reaching into high, but ordinary cupboards and pulling down very ordinary cocoa powder, “from my experience, a good three minutes. Maybe five if you’re worried about planes.”
There had been a sort of toneless singing coming down the steps and now, as the others came into the kitchen from the backyard, down the steps came a tall, affable white man even thinner than Laurie, who kissed Tanitha on the cheek and then looked at him and said, “Well you must be Levy.”
Shaking his hand briskly he said, “I’m David Lawry. Tan, put a shot of bourbon and the last of the coffee in that cocoa. You ever had bourbon in your cocoa, Levy?”
“Sir,” Levy said, “Bourbon in my cocoa is actually the least strange thing I’ve known in the last twenty four hours.”



“The boy’s asleep upstairs.” Kruinh said.
“Already?” David raised an eyebrow and took a hand through one of the dark wings of his hair.
“You would be too if you’d had the night he has,” Kruinh said, “and if you had been dragged through the air from Chicago to Lake Erie in five minutes and were still mortal.”
“Fair,” David crossed one leg in front of the other and sipped coffee as he leaned against the counter.
“You work all night, don’t you?” Tanitha said.
“Yup, honey. All night every time you ask.”
Tanitha smirked at him and David added.
“Three kids got killed by the college. And that’s the latest. It’s been going on for the last few days.”
“Is is natural?” Tanitha’s brows knit together.
“No,” David said flatly.
If Levy had been here, Dan thought, he would ask what the hell could be natural about murder.
“I should go check on him,” Dan said.
“I have other things for you to do as well,” Kruinh said, though. “You know a Myron Strauss.”
“He’s my friend. In my band.”
“You’re still in that band?” Laurie in fitted dress shirt and tie, crossed his arms over his chest and furrowed his brow.
“Why do you say it like that?” Dan said.
“No reason.”
“And we’re going on tour this summer, so how do you like that?”
“I like I just fine, Daniel.”
“I like it just fine, Daniel,” Dan mimicked.
“Now, what’s that supposed to mean?” Laurie uncrossed his arms.
“It means you’re always really condescending about…”
“Everything,” Anne said, dryly.
“I am not condescending abut everything,” Laurie returned. “It’s just, I’m the oldest.”
“Actually Chris is the oldest,” Dan pointed out.
“Actually,” Tanitha said with a quiet smile, “I am the oldest.”
“Actually,” Kruinh said, “I am the oldest, and Daniel, you need to not be so riled up, and Lawrence you need to—”
“Pull the stick out of your ass,” Dan murmured.
“What?” Laurie’s nostrils flared.
“Do you even own a pair of blue jeans?” Dan murmured while Laurie returned, “Do you even have a tie?”
“Children.” Kruinh laid his hand on the table, and though it was done so softly, it was all he needed to do, and they were silenced.
“I need you to bring Myron Strauss to this house as soon as you can,” Kruinh said.
“This house? Or my house?” Dan asked.
“Am I incoherent?”
“This house,” Dan said, nodding his head and flushing.
“Are you going to ask me why?”
“I wasn’t actually,” Dan said. “I assumed you had your reasons.”
“Why can’t you be like that?” Kruinh turned to the blue eyed Tanitha.
“Because I’ve known you too long.”
“Well, then why?” Dan said. “Why am I bringing a band mate here?”
“And childhood friend, don’t forget,” Kruinh continued.
Dan said nothing, but just kept looking at Kruinh.
“So you can tell him what you are,” Kruinh said simply. “So you can tell him what we all are.”
Laurie frowned, but said nothing, and Dan said, “Why in the world would we do that?”
“Because we are about to tell him what he is.”
“He… is?” Dan said. Then, “What is he?”
“Do you remember Kris Strauss?” Kruinh turned to Laurie.
“Yes,” Laurie said, then, “Myron is his cousin.”
“I’m so confused,” Dan said.
Kruinh added, “And Myron is also a werewolf.”

“Lawrence Malone,” Tanitha said, heavily.
“Hello Tanitha,” Laurie said with more heaviness.
“As elegant as you look moping in Armani, it’s still moping, and quite frankly you seem even more tightly wound than usual.”
“My mind is occupied,” Laurie said, savagely turning the page of a book. “I am brooding. It’s my right. That’s what vampires do. We brood. It’s in all the novels.”
Tanitha sat down in the chair across from him, wrapping herself up in her shawl.
“In the novels they don’t have older sisters like me, though.”
“No one,” Laurie pronounced, “has an older sister like you.”
“I’m going to interpret that as a compliment. Are you worried about Chris? That can’t be it. Or this Lewis—who sounds most fascinating, but I don’t think that’s it, either. Or…”
“Did your father tell you about Lynn?”
“Not much,” Tanitha shook her head.
“Well, ask him. Or ask Dan. Tell them you’ve got my permission.”
“And she’s your trouble.”
Laurie sat up straighter.
“You know what? No, no. Not anymore. She took care of that. I try not to be angry, but the anger is not for losing her. It’s…”
“You do not wish to speak of it.”
“No,” Laurie said, “Not really. And besides there is… something else I am now thinking about.”
“Someone else?” Tanitha raised a playful eyebrow. “You move quickly.”
“How do you know there’s someone else?”
“What’s her name?” Tanitha asked, ignoring her question.
“Loreal. She’s with Lewis. She’s his cousin. You’ve heard of Augustus Dunharrow.”
“Yes.”
“Who seems to be, if not at the center, then close to the center of all this. Well, she’s his granddaughter.”
“You’re in love with a witch!” Tanitha clapped her hands together.
“Yes.”
“And a Black one at that! Please tell me she’s at least out of high school. Vampires with high school girls is so cliché.”
“She’s a senior in college.”
“Well, that’s better.”
“And…” Laurie shook his head, “all I do is think about her. I just want to be by her side. Make sure she’s safe. Protect her.”
“Do you want to protect her, or do you want to,” Tanitha thrust out her two right fingers, made a loop with her left ones and thrust her finger through them, “her.”
“Tan!” Laurie went red, and Tanitha threw her head back and laughed.
“You’re a horrible old vampirex,” he said, halfway between sulking and something that was almost like laughing.
“You can want both,” Tanitha said. “You know that, right?”
She continued, “But…. I think you want one more than the other.”


“So what’s everyone’s story?” Levy asked while Anne was cooking dinner, “And do you all eat all the time?”
“C’mon,” Dan said, “Food is delicious.”
“But you still kill people, right?”
Dan looked at him in disbelief.
“What?”
“The way you said it was like you’d be disappointed if we didn’t.”
“But you do?”
“Yeah,” Dan said. Then, “Yes, Levy. We kill people.”
“Like, how often?”
“See what you did? You just asked me one question and I’m trying to answer it, and then you ask me another. So which one do you want to know?”
“The first.”
“Alright, well, that’s Laurie, and you know Laurie. He’s friends with Chris and Lewis. Lives in Chicago.”
“Is he really old?”
“He’s about one hundred and seventy.”
“Wow.”
“And her, the one with the big eyes and the tea colored hair who kind of acts like everyone’s mother—”
“I heard that,” Anne said.
“That’s Anne. As a vampire she’s not old. She’s been one pretty much as long as me. But like, she was really old when she was made.”
“Then why isn’t she old now?”
“Because when you are made, you sort of go back to being the full maturity you would be before the body begins to deteriorate.”
“Oh. So like, she was like an actual old person?”
“From what I’ve been told. But really, you’d have to ask Sunny.”
“And Kruinh made all of you.”
“No,” Dan said. “Kruinh made Chris. Kruinh is Tanitha’s actual father. His wife, Elizaveda was her mother. David was made by Tanitha. Laurie was attacked by Evangeline who was made by Rosamunde and Kruinh instructed Chris in making him to save his life.”
“Who is Rosamunde?”
Dan cleared his throat.
“Rosamunde is Kruinh’s niece, and so she belongs to his clan and whoever she makes belong to Kruinh. She made me, and she also made Sunny.”
“Was it to save your lives?”
“That….” Dan began, “is a really long story, and you ask a lot of questions.”
“Questions are good.”
“Yeah, but sometimes they’re annoying.”
“Now you know how it feels,” Laurie remarked coming down the stairs.
“You’re a funny man, Big Brother.”
“I hate when you call me that.”
“He loves it when you call him that,” Anne said, smiling and turning away from where she was stirring sauce and smoking a cigarette.
“Can’t you see how much I love it by the look on my face,” Laurie said, sitting down in one of the ladderback chairs and stretching his long legs.
“Oh,” Dan said, “and like I said, Sunny made Anne. And it really was to save her life.”
“Is it hard?” Levy said, “to make a vampire.”
Dan blinked at him.
“What?
“I have never done it,” Dan said. “Most of us haven’t.”
“Sunny, is it hard?”
Sunny had been on the other side of the kitchen with his headphones on and now looked up, raising an eyebrow. He looked suddenly very serious, very, Levy thought, despite his curly hair and surfer looks, like a vampire.
Sunny pulled out an earbud.
“Nevermind,” Levy said, because the question seemed crass.
“Here’s the thing,” Laurie said, “if you don’t tell him everything, he’s never going to stop asking questions. So you should tell him everything.”
“Me?” Dan said.
“He likes you,” Laurie said, as if Levy wasn’t there.
“You’re weird,” Levy said suddenly.
“Excuse me?” Laurie looked at him. “Do you know what I am?”
“I know exactly what you are,” Levy said. “And aside from being a vampire you’re also kind of a grouch. But I don’t think you kill kids.”
Laurie just stared at Levy because, in fact, he did not kill kids, and he knew that he was being a grouch.
“Laurie’s thinking about where he should really be,” Tanitha said, touching him on the back of the neck.
“With Chris and Lewis?” Levy guessed.
“And some others.”
“Oh,” Levy snapped his fingers. “You mean Loreal. I forgot you like her.”
Laurie frowned and looked more embarrassed than dangerous and Dan said, “Oh, great taste. She’s hot. She’s amazing. She’s like a hundred fifty years younger than you, but you should totally go for that. If she’s into it.”
“She’s into it,” Levy said. “I could tell. You guys got a bond. I can feel it. You should definitely, definitely go to her.”
Anne bursts out laughing as Sunny, earbuds still in, went to open the stove and made an approving noise before pulling out his loaf of bread.
“I can’t tell which one of you I want to kill more,” Laurie said, looking from Levy to Dan.
“Did I tell you about the time he pushed me off a building?” Dan asked Levy.
“You’re vampire, get over it.”
“He felt really bad about it after he did it. I could almost see a tear in his eye.”
“Dan, I hate you so much.”
“You don’t hate us,” Dan said. “You love us. Me the most cause you’ve known me the most and to know me is to love me.”


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That was a great portion! I liked that discussion between a few characters. I think Dan is right, despite how Laurie acts he does love all of them. I don’t know what’s coming next but I look forward to whatever it is! Great writing!
 
I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's always nice to let the friends talk awhile and reveal themselves. Now everyone is more or less in the same place waiting for things to happen. Have a great night. More tomorrow.
 
“Something’s not right,” Sunny said.
“See,” Kruinh said, “I never like it when you say that.”
“I can’t put my finger on it,” Sunny said, “But something’s not right.”
The young man walking around Kruinh’s study said, “I just can’t put my finger on it.”
“In a world where there is always something not right,” Kruinh said, “you are telling me you sense that something isn’t right, which means-”
“That there is something especially not right. Uncommonly not right.”
Sunny sat down across from Kruinh, knees wide apart and hung his head. He was only a little taller than Kruinh, and when Levy had first seen him he’d assumed that he and Dan were the youngest. But young meant something entirely different to the vampires, and Levy was coming to understand this, and he had noticed that, even though Sunny appeared to be as bright as his name, he, like Anne, stayed out of the squabbles and pretty much kept silence. If Dan was Kruinh’s lieutenant, then Sunny was something else.
“How long have you noticed this… whatever it was?”
“Actually while Dan and Laurie were going back and forth I started to feel it.”
“I’ve told you everything about Laurie.”
“The girl,” Sunny said. “How she’s pregnant.”
“Yes, but not only that.”
“The Evangeline business. And Eve’s. That Augustus’s granddaughter.”
“Yes.”
“Do you think it’s about that?”
Kruinh had always respected Sunny’s senses. What’s more, he respected his intelligence, and now—
“That’s the thing,” he snapped his fingers, and dug his hands into his pockets.
“Kruinh, we don’t really know what that is about, do we? They were trying to make a dark witch? That’s so… That’s like the plot to a stupid TV show. It has to be more.”
“Does it?” Kruinh asked.
“Or has to be less. Has to be Evangeline come to fuck with Laurie.”
“Or with all of us.”
Sunny turned to him.
“We need to place the boy somewhere else.”
“The safest place for him is here,” Kruinh said.
“I feel like things aren’t safe right now,” Sunny said, “and one thing you have to ask is, Evangeline was never head of her clan, so was what she did just her, or was she joyfully following someone else’s directions?”
‘Someone like Rosamunde.”
“Yes, Rosamunde,” Sunny waved that off. “But anyone, really. There have always been rival clans, and if they are coming for us, well then, isn’t this the least safe place for a mortal?”
Kruinh nodded.
“I am not completely convinced you are right, but—”
“You’re not completely convinced I’m wrong either.”
Kruinh nodded.
“He likes Dan. Maybe… send him with Dan for the night.”
Sunny nodded.
“I think that would be a wise idea.”
“Sunny,” Kruinh’s voice changed.
The older vampire’s eyes turned to the door, and Sunny closed it.
“Something has happened that Evangeline doesn’t know about, that no one knows about.”
“Alright?”
“This baby?”
“Laurie’s? Yes.”
Kruinh told Sunny and Sunny’s eyes narrowed. They talked mind to mind for several minutes, their bodies perfectly still, their eyes on the floor.
At last, Sunny said, “I can do it.”
“No,” Kruinh said gently. “Some things only I can do.”


Levy was a boy who had a sense of what to say and what not to say, and he had been about to say that being on Bancroft Street was almost like being in a real city, but caught himself, merely looking around at the bright lights of the bars and restaurants as he headed into the club between Sunny and Dan.
“Are you sure they’re gonna let me in?”
“It’s just a pub,” Sunny said, “and a pub is like a restaurant. It is a restaurant, where they serve alcohol. It’s a restaurant with a bar and a band.”
“I feel like you said restaurant three times,” Levy said.
“What he means,” Dan said, “is he’s pretty sure you can get in, but we’re going through the back anyway, and you’re going to be backstage.”
“Where no one can see me.”
“I was going to say where you get an up close look at the band, but it’s about the same thing.”
“We can bring you a burger and fries,” Sunny said.
“We just ate,” Levy said. “I mean, we just ate,” and then he realized that, being people who didn’t need food, they also might be people who had no concept of not needing it, of what was enough.
“That is very true,” Sunny said as they stepped away from the noise of the street and into the alley.
“What instrument do you play?”
“Guitar,” Dan said.
Levy looked to Sunny.
“What?” Sunny said. Then, “Ohh! No, I don’t play an instrument. I’m just like… I’m keeping you company.”
Levy did not say, because he knew he was getting too old for it to sound cute when he saw through things, Dan is the official baby sitter, but you’re sort of Dan’s babysitter.
When they were in the back of the pub, coming through the kitchen and into what must have been as close to the dressing room as they had, Dan introduced Levy to who must have been Myron Keller.
“Good to meet you, Levy.”
Levy nodded, and as if a child was not in the room, he said, “Did you hear about those three college kids who were killed over on Decker?”
“No,” Dan said, wide eyed, nodding his head to Levy, “and maybe we can talk about that… later.”
“Aw yeah,” Myron seemed to remember himself and nodded. “Yes.”
Myron Keller He had a wide red face, big teeth, longish nose, and pale brown hair that looked like it might thin soon.
“All of Dan and Sunny’s friends get younger and younger.”
“I think you’ve got my friends confused with your girlfriends,” Dan countered.
“Ouch, speaking of, you have to see the redhead in the front row.”
Sunny cleared his throat and Dan said, “Hum?”
Sunny cleared his throat again and Dan said, “That’s right.
“You’re invited to… um, requested at our friend’s house, at Kruinh’s house. He’s heard so much about you.”
“He’d love to meet you,” Sunny said. “The whole family’s making dinner and everything.”
“He still got that hot daughter with the crazy blue eyes?”
“Yeah,” Sunny said, smiling stiffly. “Yeah, Tanitha’s still an actual thing.”
“Sign me on,” Myron said, “but are we gonna practice or what?”


“Sunny!” Levy whispered. “Sunny!”
“Actually it wasn’t much of a whisper, and the blond Drinker turned around and said, “What’s up, Levy?”
“I could go for that burger now.”
“I asked you earlier.”
“And I wasn’t hungry earlier, but now that’s sort of changed, And I didn’t want to interrupt you from listening to the last song.”
“So you decided to interrupt me from this one?”
“Well, the nature of bands seems to be they keep singing,” Levy noted.
“Do you know,” Sunny said, “there are people who have been in mortal terror of me?”
“I feel like half of Kruinh’s house is in mortal terror of you, but I’m hungry and I can’t go out there and order for myself, so there isn’t anything else for it, but to tell you I want a burger and fries.”
Sunny could not argue with this logic, sighed and said, “Whaddo you want?”
“A double cheeseburger with onions and fries and a beer. Preferably something light and fizzy.”
“And when you say beer you mean a Sprite.”
“I actually meant—”
“A Sprite. Great.”
The serious looking surfer boy in jeans and pullover said, “I’ll be right back.”
While Sunny was gone, from backstage, Levy heard the people clapping and then Myron saying, “Thanks. Thank you all. We’re going to switch gears a little bit,” he was putting down his guitar and picking up a, holy shit, that was a violin.
“We’ve rocked you tonight, and now we’re going to get a little bluegrassy.”
Levy stood up to peek behind the curtain just a little and saw that Dan had exchanged his guitar for a banjo and the awkward guy called Ted now had an acoustic guitar. Their fingers began trilling on the strings and Levy wanted to yelp and knew he better not as the three men came to the microphone together and sang fiercely:


“I had a friend named Ramblin Bob
He used to steal gamble and rob
He thought he was the smartest guy around
Well I found out last Monday
That Bob got locked up Sunday
They’ve got him in the jailhouse way downtown!”

By the time Sunny came back, Levy was far from curtain and was tapping his foot. He didn’t trust himself not to leap out and start dancing, and Sunny said, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“That’s great. This is great. I’m surprised.”
“Surprised by what?”
“That they can actually sing. Lot’s of people who think they can can’t.”

“He’s in the jailhouse now
He’s in the jailhouse now
Well, I told him once or twice to
stop playin cards and shootin dice
He’s in the jailhouse now.”

By the time Sunny got up and came back with the burger, which Levy almost ignored but then decided to appreciate, tell Sunny how grateful he was for it, how good it looked, offer to split it, people liked stuff like that, even vampires, and manners counted, Myron was saying, “We’ve got one last song for you tonight, folks. It was old when the country was young. I hope you enjoy… Barbara Allen.”
Myron’s voice had taken on a faint twang but more than that, Levy noticed as he began to sing, that he really could sing, that his voice was pure and clear, and Dan and Tom did not play instruments. It was all acapella.

In London town where I was born
There lived a fair maid dwellin’
Made every youth cry well away
And her name was Barbara Allen

While Dan and Ted sang along, Levy was conscious that he was happy, not in this moment, but throughout this whole strange and extraordinary time, that he was happy, and somehow life was good ,and heartbreakingly beautiful..

“I sent a servant to your town
Where Barbara she was dwellin’
My master sent and he sent for you
If your name is Barbara Allen
T’was in the merry month of May
When all the flowers were a-bloomin’
A young man on his death bed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen.”

Ted was first to leave, and Dan said, “We’ve gotta get the kid home.”
“But the kid’s not even tired,” Levy said. “I could stay up all night.”
He made an excited shriek and Myron said, “Well, it’s still winter vacation, right? And far be it from me to stop a kid from having a good time. Say, my place is right at the end of the street. Wanna hang out for a while?”
Sunny looked like he was about to say no, But Dan shrugged and said, “Cool, what could happen?”


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That was a great portion! I am enjoying this new take on the story quite a bit and look forward to more story and possibly surprises tomorrow!
 

T W E L V E

P E N U L T I M A









One should die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly.


-Friedrich Nietzsche



“So, like, this Kruinh guy. He’s your foster father or something?”
“Something,” Sunny said while Dan was in the refrigerator rummaging for beer and food.
“That’s awesome. I wish I had a fosterdad. No, you know what, here’s the thing. I kind of did, and now he’s gone.”
“Nathan?” Dan said.
“Yeah,” Myron said. “He was… he was fucking awesome. I mean, he loved his kids, my cousins, but he loved us all. He was just that kind of guy.”
Dan came back with three beers and Levy said, “Where’s mine?”
“There’s an extra one in the fridge,” Myron said.
“Are you crazy?:” Dan said.
“What’s the harm?” Levy asked.
“What’s the harm?” Myron echoed, popping popcorn into his mouth.
“The answer is no,” Sunny said
The red lipped Myron shrugged, and said, “Damn, my cigarette,” as it fell from behind his ear.
He swept it up quickly and stuffed it in his breast pocket.
“That was a joint,” Levy said.
“It was not!” Myron protested a little too loudly.
“I don’t mind,” Levy said. “My mom and her boyfriend used to get high all the time.”
“Well, this isn’t that kind of place,” Myron said, almost pompously, gesturing around his loft. “I’m… going to put this away with my…other cigarettes.”
As Myron walked away, Levy said, “That was totally a joint, right?”
“Anyway,” Sunny said, standing up, “I forgot how huge the windows were in this place. It’s got great light.”
“You know, you guys are kind of funny,” Levy said as Myron came back down the hall whistling, “because even with everything that’s happened, you think I need protecting, and I’ve seen a lot of life. My mom never tried to protect me from anything.”
Sunny realized that, even though they had never explicitly sat down and told Levy not to mention to Myron anything about vampires or whatever else he had seen, the boy just knew not to do it, but what he said was, “I don’t know your mom, but that was wrong of her, and I don’t know you that well, either, Levy, I really don’t. But I know you’re still a kid. And kids do deserve to be protect from some things.
“You got kids?” Levy asked Myron.
“I have four. My oldest is about your age. How old are you?”
“Twelve.”
“My oldest is exactly your age,” Myron smiled.
“Wow,” Levy said, “I did not picture you with kids.”
“I don’t think my ex wife did, either.
“By the way,” Myron said, loudly, “in my family the kids do get to drink a little liquor now and again. I wasn’t going to give you a whole beer. That’s crazy—”
“Myre was totally about to give you a whole beer,” Dan said. “You look out that window over there,” he gestured, “and you see those stacks to the southeast. Those are the old beer factories. His family ran that. They used to give their kids beer for breakfast.”
“That,” Myron said, shaking his finger, “is a total exaggeration. Well,” he shook his head a little, “a semi exaggeration.”
“Guys!” Sunny called, turning from the window, but just then, the other window overlooking the beer factory imploded, and in jumped a dark faced grim man who made for Myron before Sunny jumped in front of him. He was followed by a woman with white gold hair who leapt, blade out at Dan, and Sunny barked, “Myron, take Levy.”
Myron asked no questions, but pulled the boy back with surprising strength, and the last thing Levy saw was two men on Sunny, one pulling at his throat. Myron put a finger to his lips and gestured for Levy to go into his bedroom, and he was slowly closing the door when Levy shouted, “Myron!”
Myron turned around just in time to see the guy coming for him, and growled, taking the attacker’s throat in a vice grip before crushing his windpipe. As the guy died in Myron’s hands, blood bubbling from his mouth, Myron Keller blinked in surprise at his own strength and then, still looking comic, told Levy, “Stay right here.”
Levy could hear the fighting in the room beyond, and he struggled between the desire to go there and do something or at least go see, and the voice that said, Don’t be in the way, and don’t be the dumb Black kid that gets killed in the movie.
But now there had to be more than the five people in the room, and was Dan alright? What about Sunny? He knew, he knew that it was almost impossible to kill them. But was it totally impossible? And what about Myron, what the hell had that been about? But they had said he was a werewolf, didn’t they say that? Only he didn’t know it and—
A hand clapped over his mouth. Someone pulled him back, and there was a blade at his neck.
“Kill him and be done with it,” a voice hissed.
Levy spun around, too enraged to be scared.
“Get off of me!” he shouted, and the last thing he saw was a shocked white face hurtling down the hall, its head banging into the wall. The other one beside him, eyes also wide, knife held up, blinked, and Levy said, “Get back,” and he fell back.
Levy ran into the living room and it was filled now, Myron was there beside Anne, who had just arrived with a knife in each hand, her hair whirling around her, fighting a man tall as a tree. Kruinh held a limp body and it fell to the floor, slumped over. Tanitha was standing over an open mouthed corpse and David had vaulted out of the window after someone. Sunny was in the midst of a struggle, and beside him Laurie, his immaculate clothes half ruined, was wrestling with a woman whose long white blond hair whipped about as she fought him.
“Dan watch out!” Laurie bellowed, but just then, as Dan was fighting the dark faced vampire, a bloody blade thrust out his stomach from one who had stabbed him in the back. While his attacker fled, Dan fell back, stomach covered in blood and his face suddenly white and the one he had been fighting, assumedly a vampire, leapt on him until blood bubbled from Dan’s stomach, and when Dan opened his mouth, the other Drinker took his knife and cut across his throat, black blood shooting out. He staggered to the ground as Levy saw Laurie leave behind the blonde woman who leapt after him but was intercepted by Myron of all people, who must have gotten used to his power and knocked her across the room where she bounced against a wall.
Meanwhile Laurie had leapt on the back of the man who had stabbed Dan, and with a savage roar, torn out his throat, and while David came back in, dark blood on his shirt and on his face, and Laurie pushed away the body of the man who had attacked Dan, suddenly, the blond woman came for Myron, and Levy shouted:
“Get back!”
At once everyone in the room looked at him with varying degrees of astonishment. Myron looked on in surprise. Anne, who had deftly snapped the large man’s neck and left his body on the floor, and all of Kruinh’s house, looked on with something like discomfort and surprise, but the blond woman, these other attackers, looked as if they had been slapped.
Levy did not understand, but he advanced into the room repeating, “Get out! Get out! Get out! Leave.”
And just like that, shrieking, five of the attackers left, flipping out of the windows or even slithering out on their half broken backs to Levy’s horror. And because it seemed good, like something Lewis would do, Levy even made a circling arc with his hand and said, “Get out!”
“Except you,” Kruinh stepped forward, and when he did, Levy put down his hand. The woman with the white blond hair was the only one left, and Kruinh said, “It’s time for you to speak.”
But now that the room was quiet, they could hear Laurie whimpering, which was un Laurie like, even Levy knew this, and Kruinh, his hand still over the blond woman, looked over at Dan who was bleeding and breathing shallowly.
“Laurie, you’re losing him.”
“What do you want me to do?” Laurie looked up desperately, and his eyes were shining with tears. He looked down on Dan who was going whiter, blood dripping from his chest and throat. Clearly, if someone was injured they could be saved by becoming a vampire, but if someone already was one, what then?”
“Levy,” Kruinh said, steadily. “I am not a witch, so you have to listen to me carefully. Come here.”
Levy did and Kruinh, still looking at Evangeline, said, “Hold your hand over her like this, and say, “I bind you, Make this gesture, and this gesture and this, to the north and to the east, to the west, and north again. Alright?” Kruinh asked gently.
Levy nodded and moved forward.
“Good man,” Kruinh told him, and touched the back of his neck affectionately before going to Dan. “Do not loose your concentration. Let it flow from you.”
And so Levy could not look, like he wanted to. He could only see from the corner of his eye Kruinh kneel with Laurie, and Dan in the pool of dark blood, and he could only dimly see Kruinh pull off his shirt and then pull Daniel’s head to his chest. Kruinh got on the floor, on his back so that Dan could lay across his chest, and then he guided Dan to his breast.
“Drink,” he said.
It went on for some time before Kruinh said, “Levy, your binding should be set by now, you can release your hand. She isn’t going anywhere. Go sit down. Take a break.”
Laurie was still kneeling beside Dan and Kruinh, anxious, and Sunny pulled Levy over and gestured to the couch.
“I wish you’d go to bed, but you’re probably not able to sleep now.”
“No,” Levy said flatly, “and I don’t understand any of what just happened.”
“Even we understand very little of it,” Anne said, going to the sink to wash her hands of blood as if her clothes were not covered in it.
“I don’t… get any of this,” Myron sat down, trembling far more than Levy.
“They’re vampires,” Levy said, flatly. “And you’re a werewolf.”
“Well,” Sunny murmured, “so much for the gradual approach.”
“Gradual died the moment those assholes leapt through the window,” Dan murmured.
“Dan!” Laurie exclaimed.
“Big Brother.”
“Dan!” Laurie took him up in his arms and Kruinh began to button his shirt. Laurie wept on the limp blood drinker, unashamed, and then pulled him away from Kruinh.
“Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“Allllrigggght,” Dan said, awkwardly. “I won’t.”
“Master, are you well?” Laurie looked to Kruinh, who was standing up.
“I am very well,” Kruinh said, though he looked a little dizzy as he stood on his feet. “I just… need to sit a bit.”
It was Sunny who, rather than guiding Kruinh to a chair, brought a chair quickly to him and set him down in it. Kruinh touched his hand affectionately, and Sunny glared at the woman still sitting on the floor looking around at them.
“And now, Evangeline,” Kruinh said to her, “for you.”

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Wow you were right about surprises! This attack is something I don’t remember so it was thrilling to read even if I have read it before. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
 
“Why are you here?”
When Evangeline said nothing, Kruinh said, “Do not make me repeat myself. I am too tired to repeat myself. Why are you here?”
Kruinh looked back to Levy and said, “He can compel you. You know he has that power, as Lewis did. What is more, I can too. So tell me.”
“When we saw you all leaving Chicago with a mortal, we assumed you were leaving with Laurie’s woman. His great-grandaughter, you know, the one he—”
“Basta,” Kruinh said lazily, while Laurie was clenching his fist.
“Stick to your point.”
“We thought it was time to take care of everything at once,” Evangeline said.
“Everything includes me?” Kruinh said.
“If we could get rid of all of you,” Evangeline said, “and get rid of you at the same time we got the girl and the child, then so much the better.”
Though Laurie’s face seemed to bear something more than rage, Kruinh’s was blank.
“But,” Sunny interjected, and Kruinh nodded his head, “it was your endgame to get rid of us.”
“To replace you,” Evangeline said, succinctly. “The killings have already begun, In Chicago you can barely tell, but certainly in Lassador you will feel it. The killings according to what we say is allowable.”
“I have to get to Lynn,” Laurie said, though he kept looking at Dan who was pale and tired, and Kruinh, who seemed to be holding himself together after the blood loss of feeding Dan.
“She’s fine,” Evangeline said. “Everyone thinks she’s here. Everyone came here.”
“At my niece’s behest,” Kruinh said.
Now Evangeline laughed.
“For the first time you’ve got it wrong, old man,” she said.
Sunny reached out and punched her in the face, knocking her to the ground.
“Alexander,” Kruinh chided him.
“I won’t let you speak that way to him,” Sunny said. “I won’t”
“It’s alright.” Kruinh said as Evangeline got up off the floor, shaking herself out.
“It’s alright,” Evangeline said. “I remember when we were together in the same clan, before Kruinh made you his catamite. How’s it feel to go from what you were to what you are?”
“It feels great,” Sunny said, acidly. He laid his hand on Kruinh’s and said, “It always feels great.”
Levy did not know what a catamite was, and resolved to ask later.
“Go on, Evangeline,” Kruinh said.
“I left Rosamunde. We left her some time ago. We’ve been gone from her. We turned to other help.”
“Like the Dunharrows.”
“Of course not all of them,. You know that. Lewis would as soon kill me as speak to me, and that bitch, Loreal—”
“You’ve got one more chance—” Laurie began.
“But Augustus. And Eve. And Ethan. Yes.”
“Augustus Dunharrow knows you were trying to kill me?” Kruinh said in disbelief.
“Not exactly,” Evangeline said. Then, “Not at all. But he knows about Laurie’s baby. He knows about me taking my own corner of power, raising my own house. He even lent me help.”
“Eve knew,” Kruinh said. He looked to Laurie.
“You have met Loreal’s sister. Is she young enough and stupid enough to try this?”
“Yes,” Laurie said. “And I don’t know anything about Augustus, but from what I know of Lewis and Owen—and Loreal—he couldn’t know anything about this. He has his own concerns, maybe even his own violence. Going after a clan of vampires is not something he would do.”
“No,” Kruinh agreed. “It is not. And it is not for us to touch Eve Moreland. She will be punished, but not by us.”
Kruinh turned to Evangeline.
“Where are the others of your clan, the rest who planned this?”
“The ones who are around are the ones your new witch sent out the door,” Evangeline pointed to Levy.
“I’m not a witch!” he said.
“I am afraid you are,” Kruinh said, tiredly. “That was by my count, four, one with a broken back that, unless he finds a kill will be healing quite slowly, and a vampire with a broken back will be finding it hard to kill tonight.
“They’re gone,” David said, sitting down and unloosening his tie, He looked to Levy very different from the affable man he’d met this afternoon asking him about cocoa.
“All of them,” David said. “I got three. Tan got the last.”
“He struggled,” Tanitha said, quietly. “But not for long.”
“Daniel,” Kruinh called him over.
Dan came to him so that he and Sunny flanked the sitting head of their house.
“There are two things you must do, explain to your friend Myron quickly what is going on, and then tell him to leave the room and then, yes, there is a third.”
“Okay,” Dan nodded.
“Oh, yes,” Evangeline turned, smiling, her eyes hooded, “the werewolf.”
“What?”
“Myron Keller, a Strauss,” Evangeline said. “You never even knew such strength as you displayed tonight. Never had to, I imagine. How like Henno you were.”
“Lady,” Myron forced all the violence he could into that word, “I don’t like you, and I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I don’t know anything except this kid is some kind of a witch and my friends are vampires and, well, shit, if that’s a thing, and I guess it is, then I’m cool with it. But I know I hate your ass, and I know that at this moment you make no sense.”
“Henno was your great-great grandfather.”
“My great-great grandfather was Hans Keller.”
“He was one of them, you know you have several. I am referring to the father of that fierce old man on the wall of your library at 1948 Dimler Street.”
“You bitch!” Myron jumped up.
“Myre,” Dan said, trying to be forceful, but too weak to be.
“She can’t fuck with my family. I won’t allow that. Don’t you dare talk about my cousin’s house or anyone else.”
“Or your Queen, Marabeth? She’s not my enemy. Eve wanted to make an alliance with her.”
Myron’s eyes went steely. Something had come over him.
“If you are looking to frighten me, you are only making me angry. You need to talk right now.”
“That is precisely the look Henno had on his face before I killed him. He was a fierce opponent. We tried to make alliance with the Strausses near the end of the 1800s. Almost did. But it didn’t work out. So they had to go. Imagine our surprise when, having killed Henno and his wife and children, his brothers and sisters, that whole clan, we found out little Friederich was alive over the mountains. Imagine the surprise of Vepsema when Friederich killed her and five of her own, when we learned that the Strausses had become stronger than before. When that bitch Inga came after us, and came after us with other witches. We learned our lesson then. And then, I suppose Inga must have known what Kruinh knows, that blood drinkers could not harm witches, and she must have told Pamela, though I doubt Pamela understood everything. So she married her blood to Inga’s blood, Strausses to the witch blood of the Von Bülows who, through Ada became the Kellers, and from then on the werewolves were witchblooded, and so largely untouchable. Heard enough?”
Dan turned to Myron in a very different voice and said, “Have you heard enough?”
“I think I have,” Myron said, dully.
“Myron,” Kruinh said.
“Whatever happens next,” Myron said, jamming his hands in his jeans pockets, “I’m staying. Okay?”
Kruinh nodded.
“Daniel,” he said.
“Really?” Daniel said, looking to Levy and to Myron.
Kruinh only nodded. “They are part of us now. And she is yours. She tried to kill you. You are my lieutenant. This is how it must be.”
Dan nodded, but he said, “Very well, but let Levy unbind her first. It must be fair.”
Evangeline sneered. “The vampire boy against me? Fair?”
“Are you sure?” Kruinh said.
“Yes,” Dan said.
Kruinh gestured to Levy. “Tell her she’s released, please.”
As he said it, Evangeline leapt up, but Dan caught her throat in his hands, pulled her forward, sank his teeth into her neck with a growl, and there was a moaning groan and then a snap of her back bone as he broke her in two and fell upon her. She trembled under him just a little, and her hands still clawed, but he pulled them down as he sucked the life from her, no blood could be seen he drained her so thoroughly until, at last, he rose from the broken white body with its colorless hair and dead open eyes.
Dan stood there, glowing, his usually ivory colored face, burning white, his eyes like lamps, a trickle of blood on his red lips, and now he licked it away.
“She was an old one,” Kruinh said. “She lived from the 1600’s. Her blood is strong in you, and you have taken her life. And you have taken life from me. You are strong now, Daniel Rawlinson, stronger than you’ve ever been before.”
Levy felt, hot and prickling on his skins, waves of power like heat radiated from Dan who stood there.
“Go out and run it off,” Kruinh instructed, and Dan was in one moment at the broken window, and at the next leaping out of it, then gone.
“That was Chris’s sister,” Sunny said, looking at Evangeline’s graying body while Laurie looked out of the window from which Dan had disappeared.
“So she was,” Kruinh said, but that was all he said.

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Wow Evangeline sure is a bitch but at least she is gone now! Lots going on in this portion and I am enjoying it a lot! Great writing and I look forward to more in a few days.
 
Evangeline was a horrible bitch, but her time has come to an end... Um, now all that's left is to tell Chris that his sister is dead. But before that, back to the Strausses.
 
AS WE RETURN TO MARABETH AND JASON, THR TWO WOULD BE LOVERS ATTEMPT TO MAKE SENSE OF THE SPIRIT OVERTAKING THEM.

She wasn’t entirely herself, and she thought that the more she wondered about that, the more she would be distracted from who she was and what she was. Marabeth understood that Pamela’s journal had sucked her in so that she was more than reading, was becoming. And yet what was happening now was more than that. She would let go. She would lose herself, not think of how dirty she was and how dirty this place was. She would forget how none of this village was up to her standards.
“Who am I?” she wondered.
In her ear came a woman’s voice, her own voice.
“No one in particular. You are just the eye that needs to see.”
“What?”
“You are in a woman, just a woman, no special woman, to see what you need to see. It is your gift. It is part of the Change. This is how the Change awakens.”
“I do not understand,” Marabeth said, looking around the village with its thatch huts, with its geese freely squawking, its strange mixture of men and women dressed like barbarians and some looking quite fine and civilized. There was a walled city not far off. There were green hills and trees.
“If you keep asking, the voice said, “You’ll never understand.”
Now came a great wheelhouse down the road, large and rich and drawn by powerful but beautiful horses, and Marabeth wondered if such a thing could come from here. She took her own advice, for the voice was hers. And she listened to the voices around her.
“Must we call on such a one to restore the Wolf Gift?”
“The Burgunds have the Wulf Gift. They have the Change Gift. We have lost it. It must be restored.”
“It must be.”
“We must possess the Wolf Gift again.”
“Mother,” a little girl took her hand, “is the Wolf Gift true?’
Marabeth prepared to answer, but suddenly she realized she was just a rider in this woman’s body, and the woman was saying, “Long ago, men could change into bears and wolves and foxes and even fish and otters. That’s what the tales say, and the beasts spoke to us and the gods walked the earth. For everything was everything. It changes now.”
“I think I would be scared to see a man turn to a wolf,” the little girl said.
“Yes,” the mother admitted, it is for fear that the gift was lost. What we fear becomes a monster and then the monster is put a way.”
A regular Freud this one. But then, we are in Germany.. of a sort. I guess.
The great wheel house stopped, and the carriage doors opened.
“Is that why he is here?” the girl asked her mother.
“Oh, yes!” He is Südländischehexe, the sorcerer from over the sea. He has the old magic. In his lands the wolf becomes the man and the man becomes the god. He shall bring that magic to us again. He will bring it now.”
As the doors opened, a tall figure enveloped in black, black gloved and hooded emerged, but Marabeth could only see him from the corner of her eye, because the woman refused to turn her head. Instead she her eyes were raised to a powerful, well muscled, man with thick golden hair. It was cut short, and he was in the garb of a Roman solider. But, Marabeth remembered hearing something about Germans being Roman soldiers.
“Mommy, is Hagano here to tell him Südlända… Südländis… The Wizard to go away?”
Hagano!”
“No, love,” her mother said. “Only one of the Tribe will take the Wolf Gift. If he wishes he shall pass it. And Hagano will be that one.”

Marabeth awoke, blinking into the semi dark. She was not on the bed, but on the living room floor, on the carpet before the sofa. Clothes were scattered and half across her, his open mouth below her breasts in sleep, was splayed Jason, his pants just below the hill of his buttocks.”
She couldn’t enjoy him though she could still feel him inside her. She wanted to make love or even have hot sex, but right now she was in the aftermath of what had gone on in the restaurant, the rush home when Jason had been possessed by Hagnao and she had been possessed by something too. She should have known she was possessed, it wasn’t like her to leave food behind. In the apartment, they had not been entirely themselves, and now she pulled her dress down and thought of looking for her panties. All she could remember was that it was Hagano who was clearly fucking her, and he was consuming her deliciously. And then, when it was over, she had passed immediately into that vision and now she lay, still on her back, looking upside down at the painting of the storm colored wolf consuming the girl in red.
“Jason,” she shook him awake. “Jason get up.”
He grunted and blinked and murmured, “What the….God… what the fuck happened?”
While he turned over and pulled up his trousers drowsily he said, “Well, I know what happened, sort of, but…”
“I’m going to have to tell you a few things,” Marabeth said, pushing her hair back and getting up, her foot slipping on something which she now realized was her underwear, “because you’re part of it, like it or not. But you have to keep an open mind.”
“My mind,” Jason grumbled, clutching his head, getting up slowly, “my head hurts.”
“I’ll make coffee if you share your cigarettes,” Marabeth said.
“Deal, Miss Strauss.”

Jason looked back at the painting of the wolf.
“Werewolves?”
“I know it sounds—well, what the fuck am I saying? Of course its crazy.”
“Except I was there,” Jason said.
“Whaddo you mean?”
“Both times,” Jason said.
“I was there. That first night, when you said he came to you. When we…” He held the cup of coffee lose in his hands, and his knees were wide apart.
“That’s not me, Mara. I’m not like that. I like to date. To… I’m not like that, but I was the other night. And I’m not like what I did, what we did. But.. I remember it. I remember it and I don’t.”
“Do you remember speaking German. Do you remember—”
“Putting your hand on my dick,” Jason shook his head rapidly.
“I remember all of that shit. It wasn’t like I got thrown out of my body. It’s just. Something else was part of me, and I didn’t mind it.”
He said, “I liked it. I felt more confident. I felt stronger. I felt passionate. Sure. Like I often don’t. So I welcomed it.”
“Yes,” Marabeth murmured, sipping from her coffee. “That’s exactly it.
“Normally I’d be shy. I’d be a lot shyer, but when this… Hagano… is part of me, I feel… Well, You know how I feel.”
“Jason, if I read the book I can find a way to get rid of him. Or if I… there’s someone we’re supposed to talk to. A guy.. A… witch… named Lewis Dunharrow. Maybe he can get rid of this for us so we can be normal.”
“Or maybe you can find out more, if this guy can come through me.”
“What?’
“Like you found out tonight,” Jason said, his face tired, but also excited.
“Maybe you can find out more about him, and maybe I can find out more about me.”
“Are you saying you want this to go on?”
“I’m a detective,” Jason said. “I want to find out that the fuck is up. And is it just because I’m with you, or is it something about me that has this… spirit showing up?” I want to know that too. I’m not ready to give him up. Not just yet.”
Marabeth folded her legs under her and drank her coffee.
“I’m also not ready to give you up,” Jason said.
She looked to him.
“Poltergeist sponsored or not, I like what we have, and I like you. More than like you, and if you’d have me, I’d like to continue our night.”
Jason took a drag on his almost forgotten cigarette that had burned to a virtual tower of ash.
“Perhaps we could even continue it in a real bed.”
“Did I even make the bed today?” Marabeth wondered.
Jason smiled at her sheepishly.
“After coffee we should find out.”
She agreed.



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Sounds like it was a confusing night for Marabeth and Jason. I am glad they are themselves again. I am enjoying this story, especially the new parts and I look forward to more tomorrow!
 
When Dan returned he came through the door like a normal person, and he saw that everyone was still in Myron’s apartment, and Myron was sitting on the sofa.
“Are you okay?” Dan sat down beside him.
“I think so,” Myron said. “My oldest friend tells me he’s a vampire oh, and guess what? I’m a werewolf, who’s also a witch. I don’t know to howl or buy a broomstick.”
“Well, a broomstick would help with clean up better,” Dan said.
“Yeah,” Myron almost laughed.
“Sunny sent a glazier over her in the middle of the night to fix my windows. He keeps on saying this is his fault. I don’t see how it is.”
Dan looked over where Sunny was working with the glazier and said, “Alexander Kominsky is the most efficient motherfucker I’ve ever known, and that’s a fact.
“The two of us were waiting for you,” Myron said. Everyone else headed back to that house. I’m supposed to go.’
“You don’t have to.”
“No, I would like to,” Myron said. “I don’t want to hang here by myself tonight. Really.”

When they got to the house, Dan said, “I’ll show you a spare room. There’s lots of ‘em. And then we’ll have a good talk tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Myron said. “I get the feeling that we need to have lots of talks real soon.”
Dan showed him the room and Myron said, “This is pretty nice.”
“Only the best for one of my oldest friends.”
“I’m so tired,” Myron said. “But you know, I feel good. It’s funny. I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time.”
They embraced hard for a moment, clapping each other on the backs and it seemed like neither would let the other go, and then Dan headed upstairs. He wound his way to Laurie’s room and thought of tapping on the door, then didn’t. He went right in and closed it shut behind him.
“I thought you might have gone back to Chicago,” Dan said.
Laurie sat up. He had changed into pajama bottoms and a snug sleeveless tee.
“No, Lynn is fine, and doesn’t want me and everything important is happening right here. By the way, Evangeline’s plans were fucked because she had an abortion.”
Dan blinked.
“What? No, I mean…I don’t want to be stupid. I’m sorry, Laurie.”
“Her body her choice. The twenty first century. You know.”
“But still…”
“It might be for the best.”
Dan wanted to say that this did not sound like Laurie. He didn’t believe him. He had just seen Lawrence toss a head from a man he had eviscerated at Eve Moreland a few days before.
“I am telling myself,” Laurie amended, “that it was her choice and might be for the best. Still, she might have consulted—never mind. It’s done.”
Suddenly Laurie touched Dan on the cheek and said, “Don’t do that to me again.”
“Do what? Do—oh! It wasn’t like I intended to almost be killed.”
“I think if you hadn’t have fed from Kruinh you would have died.”
“I know I would have,” Dan said. “But now I feel so strong, You wouldn’t believe it. It’s almost too much. I almost want you to feed from me. I do. I think. A little.”
“You’re almost rambling,” Laurie said, and he sounded solemn, but not gruff.
“I… You know it’s an act, Daniel The roughness. I thought I lost you.”
“You didn’t lose me,” Dan said. “I’m right here.
They sat side by side and Laurie, his mouth still a little open, his eyes shining, just continued to stroke Dan’s cheek.
“And I know,” Dan said. “I know you don’t mean the stuff you say. You think I don’t get that. It’s just that… sometimes you care for someone so much it would be too much to say it. You know?”
Laurie nodded, and they were still looking at each other seriously.
“I think that I would have died if you hadn’t been holding me,” Dan said, “if you hadn’t… Your love held me. Kruinh saved me, yes, but your love saved me.”
They kissed now and Laurie held Dan’s face in his hands. They pulled together, sitting side by side, and then lay down on the bed and began to undress, Dan, lifting up Laurie shirt, and Laurie unbuckling the belt to Dan’s jeans.
“Do you mind?” Laurie asked while he undressed him, but Dan didn’t answer, they just came out of clothes quickly until they were naked together, until nothing separated them and then their bodies joined, arms linking, holding each other as closely as possible, moving together like matchsticks to make fire in the dark.



Myron Keller sat on the borrowed bed, and pulled out his phone to see that it was four in the morning. He looked around the room for a minute and tried to think how it would be a nice enough place stay in if it were a B and B and he had a girl and this was another world. But right now all he could do was think about everything in the night that had passed.
Tomorrow was his uncle Nate’s funeral. Well, cousin Nate, but…still. He would hold the chalice or that dish and say, “Body of Christ, Blood of Christ,” while half his family came to him.
And they were all werewolves. And so was he.
He ran his hands along his jeans and felt the disk. He pulled it out, opening the case.
“The pills,” Myron said.
He turned on the phone, was glad to see that vampires had Internet service. Of course they did. Everyone does these days. Reading the label for the disk of pills, he typed in aconitum lycoctonum.
“Aconite,” Myron murmured as the article came up. “A northern European root often used for poison, often called… wolfsbane.”
Myron thought of tossing the pills against the wall, and then thought that was some dramatic shit that happened in movies along with people who were so overcome with grief that they smashed thousand dollar laptops with all of their data on them.
He heard his door open a little and was about to say something to Dan when he saw it was Anne, the pretty tea color haired woman—um,, vampire—and she stepped across the room and sat down. She was in a nightgown or dress of red and yellow paisleys, and her head was wrapped in a scarf. She looked like the 1970s.
“I remember the first time I woke to a different life,” she said, “when I was no longer the human I had been, but what I am now. Sunny did that. He gave me life. He taught me everything. And then, one night, I fought. I fought men who had attacked me, who nearly killed me. I killed them,” she said. “I did things I never thought I could, felt a strength I never knew I had. No one told me how terrified I would be by it, this change.”
Myron nodded.
“It’s scary, isn’t it?” she said. “But in all of it, when you feel that strength in you, when you know you are not what you thought you were, but more, more savage, more capable of doing what you never thought you could, there is another feeling.”
“Pleasure,” Myron said, quietly.
“When I killed that man, when I broke his back, it felt good. I wanted to do it again. I want to do it again. That’s not me,” he shook his head.
“But it is you,” Anne said. “It always was. Cain killed Abel, but then he built the first city and became the father of all mankind. They say that we are all torn between Cain and Abel, but I don’t believe that. All of us here bear the mark of Cain.”

MORE TOMORROW
 
I am so glad you returned to this story as I am enjoying it quite a bit! I feel sad for Laurie over losing the baby but as he said it was her choice. Great writing and I look forward to more tomorrow!
 
The abortion is sad, or at least it is sad for Laurie. I don't want to say anything else, but there is more to follow on this little plotline.
 
TONIGHT, THE CONCLUSION OF CHAPTER TWELVE: PENULTIMA


“None of this would have happened if not for me,” Sunny said
“How do you figure?” Kruinh was sitting in the great chair in the bedroom that was easily as large as Myron’s loft.
Sunny, who was till furiously beating a punching bag incongruously hanging from the ceiling stopped and turned, pushing his hair out of his face.
“It was me who said take Levy to Dan’s place, he’ll be safer there. But instead Dan almost got killed. This is all on me.”
“Maybe it’s a little on you,” Kruinh allowed, holding out his hand and tipping it, “but I wouldn’t be so quick to put everything on you. You could not have known that Evangeline misread the situation. Besides, if tonight had not happened the way it did then we would still be waiting for Evangeline to make a move, and she might have made it more intelligently. Myron would not know what he is, which is a good thing, and we would not know about Levy. Everything that happened is a good thing.”
“But still.”
Kruinh got up. He touched Sunny on the wrist.
“You know what I like about you, Alexander?’
“My chest and my golden smile.”
“They doesn’t hurt,” Kruinh agreed. “But everyone in this house is one of my children, and I love them. I do. But you, very quickly I knew you were a companion. My companion.”
“Was this before or after you tried to kill me?”
“If I’d really wanted you dead, you would have been dead.”
“So,” Sunny said, “you just really wanted me to jump around on fire for a while in the middle of broad daylight, but not kill me?”
“It was the principal of the thing, and I hope you’re not still holding it against me.”
Sunny smiled and said, “I am actually not holding it against you at all. But Chris—”
“I’ll tell him myself. Evangeline would have killed him along with the rest of us. She had to go. She’s two hundred years overdue. It was only a matter of time and he knew he’d kill her in the end. I will not mention Dan’s name. It was my order.”
“Dan might feel guilty and tell it himself. In a very bad way,” Sunny said. “I worry—”
“You,” Kruinh said, “are forbidden from worrying about another blessed thing. It’s almost morning.”
Sunny tried to look serious. He tried so hard they both laughed, and then he turned to the large bed before the drawn curtains.
“You saying it’s time to go to bed?”
“I need to go to bed,” Kruinh said wearily.
Sunny took off his gloves and took Kruinh’s hand. “I need to go to bed too, and not because I’m so sleepy.”
As Sunny pulled off his tee shirt, and came to the bed he said, “Levy’s gonna ask what a catamite is. You know that right?”



“Come here,” Laurie murmured, pulling Dan to him
In the darkness of the room, as the sun came up beyond the curtain, he kept Dan wrapped in his arms.
Dan pressed the back of his feet into Laurie’s and pulled Laurie’s arms tighter around him.
“Sometimes I think this is all I ever really wanted from you,” Dan said.
Laurie placed his chin on the top of Dan’s head.
“Why are you always giving me grief then?”
He tickled him and Dan laughed, “Stop!”
“Why are you giving me grief all the time?” Laurie demanded, tickling him quickly again, Dan turned around and swatted him.
“Careful now,” Laurie said, “you gave me some of your blood, so I’m strong now too.”
“I gave you some of everything,” Dan said. “And while we’re at it, don’t ask me why I give you so much grief and I won’t ask you why you insist on being a stick in the mud.”
“Really?” Laurie demanded, thumping his own chest. “After last night, you’re going to call me a stick in the mud? After this morning?”
Dan pushed his face into the pillow and pretended to groan.
Laurie gently placed himself on Dan’s back and gripped him around his chest.
“I’m not going to let you go until you look at me. I’m just going to lie on top of you forever until you say something.
“You know that’s actually fine with me,” Dan murmured to the pillow.
Then he said, “You know, the first time I met you, when I was new. I remember I was terrified of you.”
“Well, that was only appropriate.” Laurie grinned.
“You really did seem like the most serious person in the world, and you were all, in your suits and your shades just like a vampire was supposed to be, and all of that. And you…” Dan turned on his side and Laurie thought how beautiful he was, soft and sweet and kind, and he could not stop touching Dan’s chest.
“You were sad,” Dan said. “You never ever laughed.”
“I laughed,” Laurie said.
“No,” Dan said, “you didn’t. Not ever. You seemed to be not just serious, but sad. And so I just, I don’t know, I thought I was going to make you notice me. I was going to get past that surface.”
“You were going to fuck with me.”
“Oh, I was most definitely going to fuck with you. And, what’s more, I was pretty sure you enjoyed it.”
“Were you now?”
“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?””
“I’ll tell you what I enjoy,” Laurie said, and pulled Dan to him and kissed him on the mouth so hard he bit him, and Dan moaned, his fingernails in Laurie’s back drew blood, and neither of them noticed it. It was just part of what happened when two blood drinkers were together.
“Laurie, I know you have to go,” Dan said, “But do you have to go right away?”
“I can’t really go at all.”
“Why not.”
“Are you serious?” Laurie suddenly looked like his old, irritated self.
“Dan, they almost killed you. That was… That almost destroyed me.”
Laurie lay on his back.
“You knew that. Underneath all of this…what is it you call me? A stick in the mud? You knew, you’ve always known how important you are to me. I can’t bear to think of them hurting you again.”
There was a knock at the door and Laurie casually said, “Come in.”
But Dan called, “Who is it?” and hit Laurie, who chuckled.
“Sunny. I was just looking for one or the both of you.”
“Is this important?” Laurie asked casually.
“Nope, just checking you were home.”
“Well, alright then. We are.” Laurie said, and Sunny walked away.
Laurie looked the very opposite of a stick in the mud now as he grinned at Dan.
“What the fuck is up with you?”
“Because it could have been Levy. Or Myron. And neither of them understands us yet, how we work. How things are different for us than… mortals.”
“You mean why we’re laying in bed naked together.”
“Yes,” Dan said. “If either one of them, but especially Levy knows, there’re going to be all sorts of questions, and I’m going to have to give all sorts of explanations and—”
Laurie pulled Dan to him and kissed him.
“Just explain that I love you.”
Dan blinked, not looking loved so much as irritated.
Laurie pulled Dan’s face to him.
“Explain that you are my little brother and blood drinkers do things with other blood drinkers that mortals usually do not, that our feelings can be stronger, and we express them differently and that,” Laurie kissed him quickly, “I,” Laurie kissed him again, “love you.”
Laurie shoved Dan, very much as if he were a little brother.
“Even if you are the most irritating person I’ve ever known.”
“Is Loreal going to understand?” Dan said.
“What?”
“I’m serious, Laurie. You love her so much and you have wanted a woman who understands you. Is she going to understand this or what? Cause…I’m not human anymore, not really. I don’t have human feelings. When I was human I would never have done this, and now that we are what we are, I have no problem with you having a wife and going to her and us never having this again. And I don’t have a problem if we’re lovers forever, and you’re still my brother, and that’s the way I feel about you. But… is she going to get it?”
“She’s the kind of girl, the kind of woman, who gets things.”
“But should she have to?”
“Dan, look,” Laurie said, tenderly, holding his face. “Baby, look, you and me need time together, lots of time, to unfuck up the way we’ve been silly with each other. I want to say in this bed with you all day. I want us to sleep together tonight and the next, and whatever happens happens. But right now this is what has to happen. Because we love each other. You love me, right?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Dan said. “you don’t even have to ask that.”
“Alright then,” Laurie said, “Then, let’s just work through this. One minute at a time.”

WE WILL RETURN ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT AND BEGIN THE FINAL CHAPTER OF THE BEASTS: REQUIEM
 
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