by Martha Woods
She ripped away the blankets and set him down on the rickety cot inside the door. She used the blankets to cover the thin window. Exhaustion gripped her the moment she felt even a little safe. She collapsed to the floor. When would the witches find them? Would it be in the middle of the day? Or had she run far enough that they witches had lost their trail?
Morgan had been right. This mission hadn’t gone as planned. The Calder had been far more prepared than they expected. Her hand tingled from the witch blood that had dried on her skin. When had they killed Ryan?
Sleep claimed her as she sat with her back to the cot.
* * *
She woke to the sound of rummaging. Her brain kicked into panic mode. Hissing, she scrambled to her feet. The word swayed around her and she had to grip the rough wood wall. Little by little, the world came into focus.
“Calm down,” a familiar voice said. It rumbled through her, making her drop to the ground again.
Morgan.
He was wrangling a live rabbit. It was trying hard to escape, but Morgan shoved it into her face and she felt her hunger wash through her. The edges of her vision turned red It wiped away all rational thoughts. She clutched the furred creature and bit into it. Warmth burst into her mouth. Her nails dug into its skin and she could feel the same warmth drip down her fingers. She drank and drank.
Eventually, the small creature was dry. Yet, her body craved more. She needed more. She looked up at the man standing in the room with her. His blood would make her strong. His blood would fill her. Seductively, she stuck her finger in her mouth. She sucked the blood from it in one long, smooth motion.
The man looked away from her.
“The rabbit should get you moving, but we need to find a safe house. We need to feed on something more substantial.” He dug his phone from his pocket. He glanced back at her. She licked another finger. He let out a small groan.
“Feed me,” she demanded, voice husky.
She crawled to him on her hands and knees. She knew she was doing it right when his eyes began to burn. She reached up, gripping the waist of his jeans.
“We don’t have time for this right now, Veronica.” His voice was strained. “Get a hold on yourself.”
“No,” she purred.
Her back was suddenly against the wall. Morgan’s arm pinned her to the spot. He let out a long sigh before tearing his other wrist open. He pressed it against her lips. The feel of her tongue on his skin began to drive him mad. He wanted to tear away her jeans and bury himself deep inside of her, but this wasn’t the woman he loved. He wondered what she’d been through while he was unconscious.
“Enough,” he grumbled before ripping his wrist away.
Veronica slumped against the wall, slaked for the moment. Rationality slowly crept back into her mind. She remembered that they were on the run. She remembered that they were hiding in someone’s shack. She ran a hand through her messy hair. Glass shook free and clattered to the floor, a reminder of the night she had been through.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. His blood still clung to her lips. Nervously, she licked it away.
He shook his head. “Don’t be. You...you saved me last night. You deserved it.”
“Is there a safe house nearby?” She ached to find peace. The witches were still hot on their heels. The thought chewed on the edges of her mind, made her stand at attention at all moments. Small sounds outside the shack made her jump.
“There is, but we will only stop to get food and the daylight drug. I don’t want to be without it again. In the meantime we should grab some new clothes.”
Veronica looked down at herself. The front of her shirt was ripped in jagged strips and splattered with her blood. The wound in her stomach had healed. Morgan’s shirt had fared a similar fate, littered with holes that the glass had punched through. That had been the issue with older cars. The windshield would become a million tiny daggers. She peered at his arm. There was a puckered, pink scar where the metal had pierced it.
She breathed a sigh of relief. They were more or less in one piece.
“Let’s go find twenty four hour super store,” she said, pushing off the wall.
Morgan followed, a laugh on his lips. They didn’t have a car, but the vampire blood burning in her veins like a drug told her that she could outrun him. Outside the cabin door she could see the doe lying in the dusty yard.
“You got a deer and all I got was a rabbit?”
“It’s harder to get a deer inside that,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward the shack.
“That hardly seems fair,” she pouted. “Which way does your phone say the nearest town is?”
Morgan peered at the screen before pointing towards a grove of young trees. Before he could look up from the phone, she smile and darted. She could hear his protests behind her, but she just laughed. That was what he got for expecting her to be happy with a rabbit.
She could hear him approaching. He was hot on her heels. But she had his blood in her. She picked up her pace. She vaulted over a fallen log. A bird startled and took to the air. She could still hear Morgan’s footfalls behind her. A laugh bubbled up from inside of her. Exhilaration pumped through her.
Too soon, they came to a busy highway. Veronica slid to a halt. Moments later Morgan appeared beside her. On the other side was a twenty four hour superstore. The smell of exhaust, pizza, and beer filled the air. It was enough to be overwhelming, But, they needed new clothes and it was highly unlikely that they would run into a Calder witch in a place like this.
Veronica tried to imagine one of the white haired bitches in a place like this. The image of an old woman in an electric cart hitting the back of the bitch’s heels made her laugh under her breath. Morgan shot her a questioning look, but she simply shook her head. Maybe all of this excitement was unravelling her sanity. Maybe it was just plain funny.
They sped across the highway, too fast for the human drivers to notice. Morgan took her hand in his. They garnered odd attention as they entered the store. One, short haired soccer mom covered her son’s eyes and pulled him close to her as the two vampires walked past. It wasn’t that they were obviously vampires. That would have made people run screaming or take photos on their cell phones. No, it was the smears of dried blood on their skin, the tears in their clothing that had people staring at them. It looked as though they had just finished fighting with a grizzly bear and thought to pick up milk for the house.
“Excuse me,” a creaky voice declared.
Morgan sighed, but before he turned around his face lifted into an expression that could only be called pleasant.
“Yes?”
A small woman stared up at him through thick, round glasses. Her salt and pepper curls were wound tight against her skull. “You are concerning some of our patrons. I was wondering if I needed to call the cops, but I couldn’t decide if I should call them on you or for you.”
Veronica stepped forward, wrapping herself around Morgan’s arm. A smile slipped across her lips that was much friendlier than Morgan’s.
“I’m sorry,” she said, wishing that she had the hypnotic ability of some vampires. “We will not be a bother to you.”
The woman’s overly large eyes looked her up and down. Her thin lips scowled. Veronica thought of Tessa and wished that the human were here. She would know exactly what was going through this old bat’s head. Did she think that Veronica and Morgan had murdered someone? The did look like the poster children for serial killers anonymous.
“We were in a car accident a ways back,” Morgan confessed. “Our tow truck driver dropped us off here so we could grab something else to wear. Got to say, we’re lucky to have walked out of that kind of wreck unscathed.”
“But there’s so much blood,” the woman whispered under her breath.
Veronica worked fast. The woman was likely to call the cops on them if she didn’t. They didn’t need that kind of attention right now. The witches might not attack them here, but they couldn’t affor
d to let them catch up.
“Can we go now?” her voice whined. She pulled at Morgan’s sleeve, sounding not at all like herself. She had become a whimpering wretch. “My ankle is throbbing. I think I might have busted something.”
“This is all my fault,” he played into her whining and wrapped an arm around her middle to support her. She leaned into him, wincing as she lifted her foot off the floor. “Let’s get you something to wear so we can get you off your feet. Oh, where are we going to go tonight? The kids were expecting us to be home hours ago.”
Kids? He brought kids into this? Veronica laughed internally. She swore he winked.
“Ally is going to freak out when we get home,” Veronica agreed.
“Are you kidding? Kristian is our real worry wort.”
The woman’s face softened at the mention of children. Veronica tried to imagine a young Kristian and Ally yelling at them. The image of young Ally shaking her finger at them made her have to smother a laugh. The woman eventually let them get on with their shopping, but not before writing down the number and address of a nearby hotel for them.
“That was sweet of her,” Veronica pocketed the hotel address, fully intending on forgetting it was there.
“I think you forget that she assumed we were both ax murderers that were going to attack their precious customers.” Morgan pulled her into him with the arm that was already draped around her middle.
“But they do look damn delicious,” Veronica muttered. “We need to get some clothing and get the hell out of here. How far away is your safehouse?”
“Maybe fifty miles east of here.”
She groaned. The power rush that she’d been feeling had been exhausted and she felt the lead weights forming in her feet. She needed to feed. Soon.
“Are all of your missions like this?” Veronica asked as she picked out a pair of black leggings.
Morgan shook his head. “This mission has been… a cluster fuck as they like to say. The witches are too prepared for us. It feels like all of their attention is on us right now.”
Veronica moved on to the lingerie section, boasting a selection of basic underpinnings and paltry attempts at sexy things. She grabbed a basic black bra and a pack of underwear. She hadn’t purchased a package of underwear since...ever. There was nothing about it that felt appealing in any way. They were not silky, lacy, or attractive in the least.
She paused, halfway out of the section when a thought struck her mind. It hit like lighting, driving home a thought that she had lost.
“You still haven’t told me what Charley supposedly knew. You yelled at her after the…” she waited for a short, round woman to waddle past before she began again, “ attack in the alleyway. You’re hiding something from me and I can’t say that I appreciate it.”
“She was supposed to be protecting you and it was up to me to jump in front,” an employee causally walked past, eyeing them conspicuously. “It was up to me to save your damn ass from a fire bolt.”
She studied his face. His brown eyes were dark. “You answered my question far too easily for someone who avoided it like the plague last night.”
“You don’t know what the plague was like.”
She barked a laugh. “And you think you do? You were born on American soil, you old colonial fart. Quit. Changing. The. Subject.”
Morgan quickly assessed the men’s section of the superstore. He grabbed a Mustang t-shirt and a pair of heavy duty jeans. They even had a picture of a lumberjack on the tag. Veronica wanted to laugh, but worry filled her mind. Why was he avoiding her question? What loop was she to be kept out of?
“Did my brother ask you not to tell me?” she pressed.
He looked about two seconds away from throwing down the clothes, grabbing her by the arm, and dragging her outside. Instead, he sucked in a deep breath. They were vampires. Technically, neither of them needed to breathe, but sometimes human habits stayed with them. The steady breath gave him time to collect himself.
“It was supposed to be a capture mission. I was told to bag a witch and bring her to one of the safe houses. Charley was supposed to be your extra muscle if any of the witches decided to retaliate and take one of our own.”
Veronica thought of Ryan, her heart feeling heavy. Charley should have been with him. He needed a demon on his shoulder more than she had.
“That’s why you had the iron chain in the trunk. It hurts them the same way that silver hurts us. You could have…” her mind trailed off and she put it back on the right set of tracks. “What is the purpose of kidnapping a witch?”
“Interrogation. They know something about Tessa that we don’t. Kristian wants to find out.”
“These are Kris’s orders? My brother asked you to kidnap a deadly witch and ask her why she wants his girlfriend? What the hell was he thinking? What did your master have to say about this?”
“My master?”
“You know. The one that pulls all of your strings, Ally.”
Morgan growled. He grabbed Veronica by the arm and jerked her close to him. “Only one woman pulls any of my strings.”
He looked down at her with gold eyes. Did he mean her? Was she the woman that pulled his strings? If anything, she felt the like woman who got on his nerves. A superstore shopper whistled at them. He pushed away from her and grabbed another t-shirt from the table
“Ally agreed with him. We need to know what it is about the human that makes the witches want to get their hands on her so badly. We need to know if that is a bargaining chip or a thorn in our side,” he said as he walked away.
This time, Veronica lurched forward, grabbing his arm. She leveled a cold glare at him. “My brother’s love is neither a bargaining chip or a thorn.”
“She’s been a lot of trouble lately,” he reminded her.
“Then I guess I’m trouble, too. We wouldn’t have witches breathing down our necks at all if it weren’t for me.”
“Are we having this conversation in a damned superstore?” he whispered. “What do you mean this is your fault?”
Veronica opened her mouth to respond when the short woman in thick glasses rounded a corner to peer at them. Her mouth snapped shut. This conversation would have to be on hold. She sent Morgan a look, eyes shifting between him and the woman. He gave her a salute before grabbing Veronica by the arm and pushing her toward the front of the store.
He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and fear while the cashier rung up their clothing. His hair flopped over his eyes, making them hard to read. Veronica’s stomach churned. Being a vampire didn’t make much of anything easier. Sure, she could kill a man with the flick of her wrist, but she couldn’t spend more than a few hours with Morgan without arguing. Was it supposed to be this hard?
Once they dressed, Morgan hustled her out the front door. He pushed her towards a dark area to the side of the superstore. Women these days were warned to stay away from areas like that, Veronica thought.
“What are you talking about?” Morgan pressed. “The witches aren’t after us because of you. They’re after Tessa for some reason.”
“Maybe they do want Tessa, but their eyes have always been fixed on me. About a hundred and fifty years ago they were led by a high priestess named Leticia. I killed her.” Veronica filled him in on what happened in her past. She told him of the false friendship, of the kidnapping. It had been Veronica that the Calder had pulled from the cage first. She remembered Leticia’s smug face when she appeared in front of her cage door. They touched her with silver gloves, lifting her up to strap her onto a table. Even with her skin searing with pain, she had fought back.
Veronica always wondered if it was killing her husband or striking down Leticia that had broken her spirit. There was still a fire burning inside of her, but it burned on top of the ashes of people who had claimed to love her and betrayed her.
Morgan stood silent for a long moment. He looked off into the dark distance, eyes unmoving while his mind worked. Finally, his shoulders slumped.
> “I owe you an apology,” he said. “I never thought you were weak, but you are much stronger than I have ever given you credit for. The past few days you have been invaluable to this mission. You saved my life when my car went into the ravine. Hell, you carried me to safety and I rewarded you with a fucking rabbit.”
“Damn skippy.”
He gave her a look. “Not only that, you have been a captive of the Calder. You fought your way to freedom not only for yourself, but for your brother as well. That is impressive.”
It warmed her to hear those words. She hadn’t realized how much she needed to be valued for her strength. It meant nothing to be beautiful. She had fought, kicking and screaming to be alive today, but no one saw that when they looked at her. They saw her emerald eyes and her coiled, chestnut braids.
“Never ask me to put your life on the line, but I would trust you with my own life. I love you, Veronica. Know that I always have.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her body. His hands moved to hold her without being asked. She was about to say something when a light swept over them.
“Sir? Ma’am? Could you please step out into the light?”
The woman with the glasses had called the cops on them after all. That was what they got for talking about witches and kidnapping in a superstore. The two vampires bolted into the night before the cops could move.
Morgan reached over and grasped her hand as they ran.
* * *
The safe house was a small warehouse on a back street in a city that Veronica couldn’t remember the name of. The windows had been boarded up with plywood to guard against the light. It looked like had someone tried to condemn it. They slipped past the metal doors and into the darkness. Veronica heard the click of a light and the room suddenly illuminated.
Restaurant quality refrigerators lined the far wall, red packets hanging from hooks inside each one. The wall nearest her was lined with various weapons. She reached out, tracing the line of a long blade, wondering where Ally had stashed her toys.
