by M. Garnet
“Alex, thank you for coming. I have talked this out with Rad. As you know he is out with a team chasing a group that I don’t want to know anything about. He doesn’t want me to worry. And of course I am not sleeping until he comes home. Well, I have been tracing my life, trying to find my birth parents to see what has brought about my blood serum.”
She picked up the printouts and handed them to him. “I have finally found the earliest record of when I was entered into the system.”
She pointed to the records from a small town orphanage. It gave a date and the details of children being brought into the home by the local court. Evidently the court removed children from homes that were not appropriate and placed them temporarily in this home, until they could be placed elsewhere. On the same day five children had been brought in by Family Services. Two were older, unrelated, and were eventually returned to their families. Three were small children, one a baby girl wrapped in an unusual blue blanket, one was a girl hardly able to walk dressed in blue material, and one was a girl of about three who couldn’t or wouldn’t talk, dressed in the same blue material.
Since the courts were unable to locate any relatives, the three were split up and placed in separate facilities. Upon separation, the three had begun to scream and cry. The oldest had kicked and had to be restrained. There was no record of the two others.
She had found a record of herself by following it backward. She had slowly, hour by hour, followed up leads on the other two, and felt she had found one of them in Chicago.
Alex read through the material once and then again.
“Alex, I want you to find her. She will be as scared and as angry and as strong as I was at first. I want someone who will not do long term damage, because she probably is my blood sister.” She tapped her finger on a stack of printouts.
Alex looked at her. “Misty, I would do anything you ask, and finding another like you is important. But Chicago is a war zone. I know Rad did not tell you more than he had to, but he is there right now. The nighttime there is deadly.”
“Oh God, Alex. I did not know. We have to get her out of there.” She actually felt tears welling in her eyes.
“Look, I will go in and make contact with Rad. We will find a way to take control of her and I will get back in touch with you. Don’t worry, I will protect her.”
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Alex sighed. He owed Misty but Misty did not know him. Misty saw the façade that was the beauty that would have decorated posters, a smile that could charm a snake. But there was a deep black pit inside him and he would try his best to protect this woman, if she was Misty’s sister, not only from other Vampires, but from himself.
About the Author
Many would call M. Garnet one of those Grande Dames who has led a long and exciting life and must now sit in comfort with a secret smile as those around her are extremely polite and careful with their language and sexual innuendos.
Married thirty one years to a Soldier of Fortune (oops we were not supposed to tell anyone what he did, but he is dead now so what the hell), her lovers included a professional golfer, a highly successful nightclub owner, and of course a sports bookie. She has traveled to most countries and still plays poker, but now she prefers it from her small office, surrounded by her Mac, her PC and her flat screen Sony with Cayo, her King Charles Spaniel, begging for attention.
Her long and interesting life, starting as a child on an old fashioned farm in Kentucky, tours through foundries and automobile assembly plants, running an International Engineering Consulting Company, has all given her a wealth of detail to draw from to add to the background of the stories she puts on her ‘puters.
She can be reached at [email protected]
