Deamhan

by Isaiyan Morrison

  “Yeah, I hear ya’. But it was all I could get at such a short notice. So, what did you find out at Dark Sepulcher?”

  “Sean, I understand that you came because you’re worried, but you didn’t have to come.”

  “Veronica.” He stopped her. “I don’t care about what The Brotherhood might do to me.” He smiled briefly. “Besides, I was getting pretty annoyed with that place anyway—too much bullshit and the pay isn’t all that great.”

  “You just now realized that?” she joked.

  “No, I just haven’t been as vocal as you have about it.”

  “True.”

  “Plus, they’re revamping the whole organization. They’re cleaning house and I mean cleaning house.”

  “Do you think they’re expanding?”

  “I don’t know. Whatever it is, they’re keeping it under wraps.”

  “Well, it would make sense.” From an early age, Veronica knew how guarded and sneaky The Brotherhood could be.

  “If they’re expanding, they’re being really secretive about it.”

  “What other cities could they expand to, Sean? I mean, there’s a Chapter in every major city in America.”

  “Almost. I would assume Denver, maybe Seattle. There’s a huge population increase in those cities,” he answered, “and don’t forget other countries. I can see them in South Korea by the end of the year.”

  “South Korea?”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t put anything past The Brotherhood.” Sean sifted through his suitcase again. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. “I found some more information about another Deamhan. Anastasia.” He pointed to it. “Does the name sound familiar to you?”

  “No.”

  “Apparently, she’s an older Ramanga who also lives in Minneapolis,” he replied. “She seems pretty dangerous.”

  Veronica flipped through the paperwork. She caught the name of Anastasia’s sire, Lucia, and her eyes lit up. “Is this a mistake?”

  “I don’t know. Why you ask?”

  “Lucia sounds so close to Lucius. But Lucius isn’t a Ramanga, right?”

  Sean grabbed the paperwork from her and his eyes narrowed in on the information. “I honestly don’t know.” He read from the paperwork. “Date of birth, 1565. Sired date, 1592. Temperament, unapproachable. Avoid at all costs. Human father, killed by Lucia. Human mother, killed by Anastasia.” His eyes met Veronica’s. “Wow, she killed her own mother? Sounds pretty dangerous.”

  “She sounds like every other Deamhan.” Veronica grabbed the paperwork from him and she placed it on the coffee table. “Well the good news is that I may have found out the Deamhan who could also be responsible for my mother’s disappearance.”

  “Who?”

  “Kei. He was sired by Lucius. Lambert told me that The Brotherhood was helping him get rid of Lucius.”

  “And you believe that?”

  Veronica shrugged. “It’s a start.”

  “Well, we have a lot of ground to cover then.”

  “We?”

  “Yeah, you and . . .” Sean trailed off. “You and I,” he quickly corrected. “I have someone from the inside helping me.”

  “Someone from The Brotherhood?”

  “Don’t worry.” He smiled. “I’m not the only person in the organization that wants to see you succeed.”

  “Sean, are you sure?”

  “Yep. Positive.”

  Veronica discontinued her question. She trusted Sean’s judgment. Why wouldn’t she? “I need to know everything there is to know about Kei. You think your contact can get that?”

  “Yeah, unless there isn’t anything to be found.” He handed her a sheet of paper covered in writing.

  “Another one?” Veronica glanced at the document. The top half was unreadable, and she couldn’t decipher exactly what the information contained.

  “Here’s some more info on that Remy Deamhan guy.”

  Veronica thought back to the minion Remy had killed at Dark Sepulcher the night before. “Is he dangerous? Is he tied into my mother’s disappearance?”

  “Who knows? But this is the interesting part,” Sean replied. “According to this”—he pointed at another piece of paper, again inundated with black marks—“he lives in a sanctuary outside of Minneapolis.”

  “Blind Bluff Manor?”

  “Yeah.” Sean squinted. “How’d you know?”

  “He told me about it.” Veronica’s mind rushed back to the previous night.

  “Whoa, what did he tell you?”

  “He didn’t say he lived there. He mentioned some guy named Nathan Tiernan lives there.”

  “Nathan Tiernan?” Sean’s eyes bulged but he continued. “Are you sure he said that name?”

  “Yeah.” Veronica watched Sean slowly slide off on couch. “Do you know who he is?”

  Sean leaned back in his seat. “I remember my parents talking about the Tiernan family separating from The Brotherhood. I thought it was a myth or something they used to persuade me from even thinking about leaving. The Tiernan family abandoned their oath around the time of your mother’s disappearance. They were like the ex-researchers you had to hate. Vamp lovers, Deamhan lovers.”

  “Remy did say Nathan owned the sanctuary,” Veronica replied. “That’s really odd.”

  “Yeah, it makes no sense whatsoever,” Sean commented. “A human owning a sanctuary and living with Deamhan?”

  “Maybe he’s not human? Maybe this Nathan Tiernan person was sired by a Deamhan?” She watched his eyes twitch and fill with concern.

  “No, from what I remember he’s still alive and he’s human.” Sean twiddled his fingers, instilled in deep thought.

  “We have to assume,” Veronica added. “Besides, we don’t know if this person is related to the Tiernan family.”

  “Veronica, he was a researcher who worked with your mother and under your father who was the Region Leader at the time your mother disappeared,” he replied. “When the Minnesota Chapter disbanded, he resigned from The Brotherhood. The Tiernan Family has been in The Brotherhood for centuries. This split was unheard of. The Tiernans, Dearhorns, Austins, Alvaros, Luziers, Pavels, are like the Kennedys of The Brotherhood.”

  “So you’re saying that maybe Nathan Tiernan knows something about my mother?” Veronica tried to calm her nerves.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea to try to seek him out.”

  “Why not? He might know something!” Veronica’s mind ran with the different reasons to go to Blind Bluff Manor. Yes, there was a slight possibility that he was no longer human, however, the possibility of Nathan Tiernan knowing specific details about her mother and her mother’s assignment when she disappeared was too great to pass up.

  “We just can’t jump into this without knowing,” Sean continued. “Give me time to dig up some information on Nathan Tiernan.” He searched the pockets of his pants for his phone. “Remy told me that Nathan could help me.”

  “And you trust him? A Deamhan?”

  “Of course not.”

  “So we shouldn’t overreact until we know for sure.”

  “We can assume that he’s not human but we have to assume that he still knows something.” Veronica pushed the issue further. “Maybe Remy was right.”

  Weary, Sean shook his head.

  “Look, I know the risks I have to take, Sean,” she quickly replied. “I know that I might have to do things that might put me in danger. But I’m prepared for that.”

  Sean’s eyes sparkled and enhanced his excitement. “Are you sure?”

  Veronica nodded.

  Suddenly his face expression turned back to concern. “Veronica, I really don’t know if you should just go in without further evidence.”

  “Sean, what more evidence do I need? I’m doing this even if you like it or not.” She crossed her arms. “What’s gotten into you? You’re starting to sound like my father.”

  “I’m not like your father, you know that.”

  “Fine. So, any more info
rmation?”

  “Fine.” He sighed and succumbed to her deviant stance. “Lambert. He’s a very influential vampire in Minneapolis and when I say influential, I mean influential. From what I’ve found when I read through researcher documents, he’s been living in Minneapolis for a while. I’m sure he isn’t content with what’s happening in the city.”

  “He didn’t seem happy about Kei either when I spoke with him.”

  “Why?” Sean asked.

  “Kei's the head Deamhan in the city now, according to Lambert.” Veronica scoffed that Sean didn’t know anything about Kei. It didn’t make any sense. She shrugged at his ignorance and continued with their conversation. “Lambert was hostile toward me. He told me that I couldn’t go back to Dark Sepulcher.”

  “He didn’t like you, huh?”

  “No.” Veronica sniggered. “I didn’t know what to think of it.”

  “So you’re still bent on going to Blind Bluff Manor.” Sean’s expression turned to doubt.

  “Do you have the address?”

  Sean looked at her.

  “Of course you do.” Veronica answered her own question.

  Looking defeated, Sean pulled out another piece of paper from his briefcase, handing it to her. “The address is listed here. I still don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go there.”

  “I’m not enthusiastic with the idea either, Sean, but this could be something.”

  “It’s a sanctuary. Remy won’t be the only Deamhan we’ll run into if we go there.”

  “We?” she questioned Sean. “You’re coming with me?”

  “Oh, don’t play with me.” He waved her off.

  “The location doesn’t seem far.” Veronica pointed to the written address on the paper, circled with red ink. “How about tonight?”

  “Deamhan roam at night,” Sean answered. “How about in the morning?”

  “Morning it is.” She sifted through the papers in his suitcase.

  “How was the sanctuary hunting, by the way?”

  She slapped Sean’s thigh. There was a lot of information she was willing to share, but not before she had her first cup of coffee for the day.

  “Do you want some coffee?” She stood up and walked into the kitchen.

  “Yeah, sure.” He crunched his lips and his eyes began to wander.

  Noticing his nervousness, Veronica asked him, “Sean, you okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He straightened his posture. “So how about that coffee?”

  * * * *

  They spoke until early evening. Deciding to stay in, Veronica served grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, and they sipped red wine throughout the afternoon. She revealed everything: the Sensual Appetite drink, her conversation with Lambert, and the lackey Remy killed. Sean showed interest by writing down the information on a notepad. His lack of knowledge about Kei became Veronica’s utmost concern. How could he not know about a Deamhan whose influence in Minneapolis seemed more dangerous than The Brotherhood?

  She continued with Lucius’ disappearance and the uncanny timing. Occurring around the time when the Minnesota Chapter left the city, she believed that both events tied in together. Lambert knew more than what he revealed to her at the club and she wanted to go back.

  “It’s a quarter to seven.” Veronica glanced out her window. Time flew by so quickly. The sun was deep in the horizon, and the first stars began to twinkle in the sky.

  Sean sat across from her and looked at the clock on the wall.

  “I have some extra sheets and a pillow in the closet.” She pointed to her bedroom. “You can crash here if you don’t mind sleeping on the couch.”

  “Cool. I bought a one way ticket.” He stretched. “I might be here for a while.”

  Veronica sprung to her feet. “You’re not going back?”

  “Don’t know,” said Sean. “If I do, I won’t be welcomed with open arms.”

  “Sean, don’t do this because of me.”

  “I have my phone. I have a laptop. All I need is a wireless connection. I’m good.”

  His response didn’t calm Veronica. They heard a door slam and deep, slow footsteps approaching the front door. There was a quick knock, and Sean looked at Veronica.

  “Are you expecting company?”

  Veronica approached the door, looking through the peephole. “It’s Murphy.”

  “Who’s Murphy?”

  “My next door neighbor.”

  Sean leaned forward. “Is that a smile on your face?”

  “Huh?”

  “You’re smiling.”

  Veronica stopped and chuckled under her breath. “People do that, Sean.”

  “Yeah, when they’re interested.”

  She rolled her eyes and opened the door slightly. She moved to block Sean’s view of the opened door. “Hey, Murphy.”

  Murphy smiled at her and didn’t notice her unusual movement.

  “Hey, Veronica.” He wore a casual, long sleeve shirt with slacks. His brown hair was slicked back, and a mild odor of cologne entered her nostrils. “Are you ready to go?” He examined her.

  “Go where?”

  “The Comedy Club.” A sense of concern overcame his face. “I invited you last night, remember?”

  “Oh.” She slapped herself on the forehead. “I forgot.”

  Sean approached them and placed his hand on her shoulder, grabbing her attention.

  Murphy looked over her shoulder. “I didn’t know you had company.”

  “Hey.” Sean opened the door further. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” He held out his hand. “I’m, Sean.”

  “Murphy Norton.” They shook hands.

  “Wow.” Sean pointed to Murphy’s left wrist. “That’s nice ink.”

  Veronica hadn’t noticed Murphy’s tattoo before. It was a circle tattoo in the image of a Yin Yang symbol with a darkened right section and a maroon colored left section. A coiled snake wrapped around an indecipherable symbol completed the middle area.

  “Thanks.” Murphy rubbed his tattoo.

  “What is it?”

  “Just an ancient symbol I found in a world history book,” Murphy answered. “I don’t remember what it means.”

  “It’s nice work.”

  Murphy’s eyes moved from Sean and to Veronica. “Sorry if I interrupted you guys.”

  “No, I just can’t believe I forgot about the comedy club.” She nudged Sean in his stomach.

  “Oh.” Murphy nodded and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Are you a researcher, too?”

  Sean shifted to Veronica. “You told him?”

  She smiled shyly. “I had to.”

  “Those Deamhan things attacked us,” Murphy said.

  Veronica whispered to Sean who looked away in disbelief. “Don’t brood, Sean. I hate it when you brood.”

  “I can’t believe you brought him into this.” Sean didn’t look at her.

  “I was going to tell you. It’s just that Murphy was with me when it all happened.”

  “It was just her and me”—Murphy raised his hands in defense—“I swear.”

  Sean walked back to the couch. Veronica looked back at Murphy and shrugged. This wasn’t the way she wanted to reveal it to Sean, not at all.

  “I’m so, so sorry, Murphy. He came into town today unexpected and—”

  “It’s okay.” Murphy smiled, reassuringly. “You’re busy, I understand.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, it’s fine, really. It’ll give me more time to look up the rest of those Deamhan names.”

  “Deamhan names?” Sean questioned.

  “Maybe we can do something another time?” Veronica suggested.

  Sean crossed his arms and slumped over, shaking his head in disappointment.

  “Yeah, another time.”

  “Sure.” Veronica looked back at Sean. She had to end Murphy’s visit. “I have to go.”

  “Have a good night.” He waved. “And it was nice meeting you, Sean.”

 
; “Same,” Sean slowly replied back.

  Veronica closed the door.

  “You shouldn’t have told him,” Sean blurted.

  “What was there to say?” Veronica approached. “‘Oh, never mind the evil twin with the sharp teeth, Murphy. It’s just a trick with the shadows.’” She sat next to him. “Sean, he saw it, and even if I lied to him, he would’ve figured it out anyway. I thought it was best to warn him.”

  “By telling him about researchers?”

  “What’s the matter?” She couldn’t understand why he was upset. “If it’s because I didn’t tell you earlier, then I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not that. You haven’t known him that long, Veronica,” Sean explained. “Remember, you can’t trust anyone here, including him.” His words were a ghastly reminder of himself.

  “So far you’re the only one acting different around here.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Exactly what I said.” She exhaled. “What’s wrong with you, Sean?”

  “Nothing. I just don’t like him.”

  “You don’t even know him.”

  “And it’s in his best interest that I don’t.”

  “Fine.” Veronica reluctantly agreed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have involved him, but it’s too late now.”

  Sean stood up from the couch. “Then maybe we should get to know him.” He scurried over to the front door and unlocked it. “Let’s go.”

  “Go where?”

  “Out.”

  “Out?”

  “Yeah, why not.” He opened the door. “We deserve some time to relax. You deserve some time to relax.”

  Veronica hastily agreed, not because she thought he was right, but because she needed the extra break.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Murphy joined Sean in humming along to the intro of “Renegade” by Styx that blasted from the jukebox. It was the tenth song that he had requested earlier in the night after their sixth pitcher of beer.

  They clashed their filled glasses together in the air and raced to see who could finish their amount first. Veronica watched them in their act as drunken brothers, laughing and belching loud enough to carry over the song.

  Being the only patrons at Bar 69, just down the street from Veronica’s apartment building, gave them a legitimate excuse to sing at the top of their lungs. The small bar had four round tables, three booths, and three pool tables. Sean liked the fact that the cost for one song from the Jukebox was only seventy five cents and the beer prices didn’t break his wallet.