by Night, H. T.
“How could I? I was so confused. Tommy was being completely outcast by everyone, including you.”
“I didn’t outcast him. I knew it was a bad idea for him to fight a vampire in front of a sea of vampires. It was a suicide wish for Tommy. He could not have won that fight that almost happened and he knew it. He was going for broke, Lena!”
Lena stared at me, tears dripping from her eyes. “You need to know, Josiah. I didn’t walk over to him because I was planning on leaving with him. I went to him because he stood all alone.”
“But you chose him and that is all everyone saw. Tommy left with something far more valuable than you actually leaving with him.”
“Which was what?” Lena asked.
“Tommy left with your heart. He left knowing that you wanted to choose him. You can’t deny that, Lena.”
Lena was quiet.
“And you know what, Lena?”
“What?” She completely expected me to continue to piss and moan about the situation, but I wasn’t going to. I was done with the whole thing. Yari had given me a reality check, tough love, and I knew it was true. I had to stop thinking of myself, my love life, and serve the Mani people. We had a war about to erupt and that was bigger than what my heart needed. My head was now in charge.
“You can have him,” I said. “You can go to wherever Tommy is and be with him. I’m okay with it. I seriously need to turn this page. The Josiah and Lena love story has reached its end. This is a broken record that’s playing some pretty awful music. I’m not about to waste any more nights flying around aimlessly trying to figure us out.”
“There is nothing to figure out, Josiah. I love you.”
“Maybe you do, but I’m not the only one who has your heart.”
Again, Lena was quiet. Too quiet.
“I only have one question to ask you. If you love Tommy too, why did you sleep with me?”
“Because I only love you. Josiah, I don’t love Tommy the way I love you.”
“But you love him, nonetheless. That’s way too much for me to handle.”
“It’s not the same. You need to understand that. Tommy fascinates me, and in the end, I care for him deeply, but he’s not the one.”
I had to ask this question, it was eating me up inside. “Why did you ask him if he loved you?”
“Because if he didn’t love me like he said he did, I needed to know why he was still willing to lose everything for it. I wanted to know the answer to that question.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, because I’m over it. I need to move on.”
Lena stared straight ahead at the wall, closing me off.
“You can turn away from me, Lena, which is immature, by the way, pouting like a high school girl who doesn’t know how else to get her way. If you want a fight from me, you are going to have to wait for another day. I am all fought out about this you-and-me and other guys thing. Are you really that insecure that you need love and approval from not just one man, not just two men, but three men? Really? It killed me that you took longer than a split second to choose. And then you chose Tommy? Do you even know what it took away from me that you didn’t even claim me last night?”
“About last night—” she began.
I interrupted her. “Lena, last night was a catalyst for me. When you walked to Tommy and stood with him, your whole future with me ground to a halt.”
“Josiah!”
“No! It is time for me to evolve past this high school love story crap. It is time for me to grow up, and be the man I’m supposed to be. I’m responsible for the fate of the Mani. This wavering of your loyalty is a distraction from what I must do, not for me, but for many. You want Tommy? Go get him. But be prepared to be loyal to him, or face even more severe consequences than you face here from your betrayal of me. Because if you betray Tommy, God help you. He does not take disrespect and disloyalty lightly.”
“Do you really mean it, Josiah?” Lena stared deep into my eyes with a piercing stare. “We are done?”
“I have never been more certain about anything in my life. I see how you look at him and it’s not the same as you look at me. There’s a fire in you when it comes to him. He does something in your head that I don’t think I can ever compete with. Tommy won you, fair and square.”
“Quit looking at it like a competition. I’m not a prize to be won. And that fire for Tommy you’re talking about has no substance. I don’t love him like that!”
“The thing is, Lena, you probably always looked at him that way and I was too blind to notice. And not only that, you were too blind to notice that you love him. Tommy has something about him that women seem to love. I have never been able to compete with it, and honestly, I don’t want to. I like who I am and I don’t need to put myself in a lone wolf situation where a woman will feel sorry for me and choose me over my best friend. That is not how I am wired. If a woman wants to be with me, it’s full-on, unconditional loyalty and no looking back or looking at other men.”
“You’re wrong about everything, Josiah. I care and love you more than you’ll ever know.”
“Well, you didn’t show it last night.”
“But I’m fighting for you now.”
“It’s too late.”
“So that’s it? I walked over to Tommy and that’s all she wrote? One gesture to help Tommy and now Lena is history in your book of love?”
I looked at Lena and I was done playing this back and forth game. I loved her more than she’d ever know, but at this moment in time I needed to move on with my life. “Some things need time. This is one of them.” I got up and walked toward the door.
“Are you and Tommy ever going to make up?” Lena asked.
I stopped in the hallway and said, “I don’t see that happening, Lena. Tommy made last night all about him; he’s a loose cannon. If I hadn’t been there, all those Mani would have ripped him to shreds and you, too, would have gotten caught in the crossfire, or crossfangs. And he would have saved himself before he saved you, if you two had even survived.”
“No, Tommy’s got a hero’s heart.”
“More like an anti-hero. Saves his own ass before anyone else’s. There’s a big difference between Tommy and me. Tommy doesn’t think before he acts. Not only is he impulsive, but Tommy has a dark side that scares even me. It’s a side to him I have never fully trusted. Ever since I’ve known the man, I have always known he was hiding something. I guess that’s what makes him mysterious to you ladies. It’s what makes him the bad boy, and women love the bad boy. God, I know that to be true.”
“That’s not what draws me to him,” Lena said, defiantly.
“I really don’t care what it is about Tommy that made you feel something for him. The truth is, I could break down what he did in a matter of seconds and expose him for the fraud he is, but I don’t want to. You’re free, Lena. Go to him.”
She recoiled. “I’m not going to do that.”
“If you’re afraid that there will be a backlash toward you, don’t be. I’ll see to it that you and Tommy do not become targets of aggression from the Mani who follow me. Go, live your life, Lena! With Tommy!”
“Josiah, I’m not going to go out and be with him. I don’t want him. I want you.”
I couldn’t believe that she chose now to fight for me. Maybe I was selfish and needed for her to fight for me in front of everyone else last night. But she didn’t. As a matter of fact, it felt like she went out of her way not to. I wanted to change the subject so I said, “This fight that we’re all in as a Mani people doesn’t even concern you. You should just go and live your insular little life with Tommy, like a fairy tale ending waiting to happen.”
“How dare you say that to me? I may not have been ‘The Chosen,’ but this fight concerns me as much as it concerns you. Don’t forget I was a part of this world, and long before you were.”
I walked back into Lena’s room and said, “Shit is going to go down real soon. You don’t need to be a part of it. You better get out of
Dodge. Find Tommy. He’ll protect you, as much as he can.”
“Well, I am staying and there is nothing you can do about it.”
That was where she was damn wrong. I had everything to do with it. This was my fight, one that I had been chosen to lead. All it would take is for me to tell her to stay back, but I didn’t.
I looked at her and she seemed very adamant that this was something she wanted. “Okay,” I said. “Then you have made your decision.” I once again started to make my way out of her room. “One more thing,” I said. “It doesn’t have to be weird between us. Let’s just do the Ross and Rachel thing and move forward.”
“The Ross and Rachel thing?”
“You know on Friends, how Ross and Rachel broke up and remained friends for the betterment of the group. After a few episodes, you forgot they were ever even together as a couple.”
“But everyone always knew they loved each other.” She had fresh tears in her eyes now. I was not moved to compassion nor mercy. I steeled myself against her feminine assault. The tears. I was disgusted.
“Well, Lena. That’s Hollywood writers for you, always ready with that happily-ever-after ending. Go have one!”
I left her room and slammed the door behind me. Lena had made her bed. She could freaking well lie in it, too.
Chapter Four
So, there it was. It was time to turn the page, right? It’s what I had to do, but it was damn hard. I had such strong feelings for this woman and I never understood why exactly. She was so vulnerable when we met. I was her knight in shining armor. It seemed like we were being forced together by something bigger than ourselves. I liked being a caretaker, a hero, a lover. But loyalty had to be earned for that privilege of my heart. In the end, I knew she was the love of my life, but that no longer mattered. I needed to refocus and keep my eye on the prize. The goal was to save my people. I needed to keep that a priority.
I wished I still had Goshi in my life. Goshi was a mentor and an amazing person to have connected with. It was odd; through all of this, the only person I had felt ever “got me” was Goshi, not Tommy. I felt a bond with Goshi, the little blue man who kicked my ass and trained me kind of like a Jedi knight, that was from a different world, one where I began to heavily develop my discernment skills--my sense of right and wrong was honed sharper than ever. It was heart-wrenching to think all of it with Goshi was a lie. I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to believe it. At a core level, I think I was even more heartbroken at losing Goshi than I was at losing Lena, truth to tell.
I don’t think I had ever felt lonelier than I did at this very moment. I wanted to run, but where would I go? And besides, saviors of a vampire people did not run. I needed to hold firm and stand strong. It was time for me to start figuring out this ridiculous riddle of what my purpose is as ‘The Chosen One.’ It was time to accomplish what I had been called to do, protect and serve, meditate, mediate and evolve us as a people, for the greater good and well-being of us as a collective species.
There was only one place to go and only one thing to do. If I couldn’t speak to Goshi, I needed to do the next best thing. I needed to speak with Atticai. Even though the mere thought of being in his presence turned my stomach. I knew in my heart of hearts that he would be the one Mani who could give me the answers I sought.
I took a deep breath. I had a problem; my last words to him were pretty harsh, in fact, I pretty much banished him from our society and those who stood with him. Not that he would have ever fought alongside me. I was pretty adamant that he and I would never work together. But, had I known Krull was coming, I might not have spoken so hastily or thrown around my weight like some entitled…king.
Shame flooded me at the way I had used my position to oust Atticai. Even the Chosen One could fall from grace. And I realized that I had, for making Atticai into an outlaw, when I probably could have negotiated some sort of truce if I hadn’t been such a hothead about Lena. For the good of the Mani people, I needed to eat some humble pie with Atticai and see if there was any chance he’d speak with me.
I had no idea where to find him though. He had left with a fifth of my crew, including Rubidoux, one of my top guys, after Tommy. I cringed at the loss of Tommy. That was going to hurt more than anyone would ever know.
I was pretty sure I knew where to find that guy on any given night. Rubidoux was a regular at Flatlands, so, I guess that was the best place to start.
Before I went out and did something as outrageous as trying to look for Atticai for advice, I should at least speak with people in my own crew, some of whom might have an idea what I was supposed to do as the Chosen One, things that maybe Goshi had not told me because inside of Goshi had been Atticai, who had had his own personal agenda.
Wyatt and Hector had been around awhile. I wasn’t sure for how many years Cyrus had walked the earth, but I figured, for now, it was time to have a closed-door meeting with the three of them, my generals by default. I needed some generals in my army. While I began to consider Yari as my primary advisor, I needed other close confidants, Mani who would fight alongside me. Wyatt, Hector, and Cyrus had proven to me that the most important thing in battle, next to courage, was loyalty. They had proven their loyalty to me and it was priceless. As Tommy and Lena had both proven, loyalty was never guaranteed. It had to be earned in both love and war. I was learning these things, the hard way. I had screwed up love which messed me up, but only personally. If I screwed up war, it would take down all Mani.
Time to round up my team. I knocked on Wyatt’s door and asked him to get Hector and Cyrus together and meet me in the library downstairs.
The home’s library was filled with books, of course, but this one had a conference table right smack in the middle of the room that looked like something out of “The Apprentice” TV show.
Cyrus, Hector, and Wyatt came into the library and shut the door behind them. They stood around expectantly.
“Have a seat, guys,” I said.
The three Mani men all sat down around me at the conference table. I looked the three of them over, and they could seriously pass as brothers. Cyrus was built a lot like Tommy. He was about six feet tall and built like a pit bull, but Hector and Wyatt were about two inches taller and skinnier. Hector had a Middle Eastern look to him with a hint of Spanish. He had full eyebrows with a very distinct look that had royal overtones. I would have thought that maybe he was Greek if I didn’t already know he was from some obscure Third World country.
Wyatt looked like a typical good old boy from the Midwest. He had a Southern presence to him, and was very unassuming. I know that he and Hector had amazing fighting skills that I had experienced first-hand, the fact being that they were two of the three reasons I had been turned into a vampire.
I figured Cyrus was probably a great fighter even though I had never seen him in action. He was previously one of Krull’s boys, and all of Krull’s people are trained fighters. I needed Cyrus very much, to help with strategies to fight Krull. He would know their weaknesses.
What all three of these guys had in common was, at one time or another, they looked at me as the enemy. That was a very good thing because that showed how loyal they actually were, that we now faced each other across the conference table as common allies in the fights from other forces. Last night, all three of them could easily have left with Atticai, but they chose to stand by me. That said a lot. That proved more to me than they could ever know. That they stood firm in their conviction.
Wyatt cleared his throat, waiting to find out what this was about.
But, first, I needed to hear it from them. I needed to know their stories. I assumed they knew mine, but I knew nothing about any of them. I heard bits and pieces, but nothing to form a strong opinion on character, experience, and intelligence. Their actions had spoken louder than words, but it was time to get to know them as men, not fighters.
“Wyatt,” I said, “Let’s start with you. Why are you here?”
Wyatt looked at me and seemed a bit u
ncomfortable. I knew I needed to reword the statement. These guys needed to know I was here to learn about them, not question them.
“Let me rephrase that, Wyatt. I know you have walked the earth since the mid-1800s. Can you give me the Reader’s Digest version on how and why you’re sitting here today? I would feel if I understand you guys better. It would help me to lead better.”
Wyatt smiled. “No problem, Josiah. You’re right about me being alive since Abraham Lincoln days. My mom named me after Wyatt Earp. I never knew my dad, and in my mind, I chose Wyatt Earp as a father figure. I never met the man, but through the years, I had come to terms that I might never know exactly who my father was, but I have felt solace that it could have been Wyatt Earp.”
“Did you know for sure?” I asked.
“My mom was vague about anything to do with my real father. When I was growing up, I didn’t really care. I was glad she named me after the baddest lawman of all time. It gave me great comfort knowing that on some weird level, we were connected, even if it was only by name.”
“How did that affect you growing up?” I asked.
“It affected me greatly. I was a pretty big gambler in the 1890s. Gambling was my vice and eventually, my downfall.”
“How?” I asked.
“It was the night of December 21st, 1891, when I first crossed paths with a Mani.”
“What happened?” This was exactly what I wanted to know. I was all ears.
“I was gambling in a small town in North Dakota. We were having an all-night, blaze-out session. A bald fellow and I had equally cleaned up the table. We were both sitting on at least five large. That would be about $100,000 today, if not more. We were playing Texas Hold’em and I was dealt ‘Big Slick.’”
“Big Slick?”
“Ace-king. It’s a great starting hand, but if you miss the flop, the hand can get you in trouble. I raised it about $500 pre-flop. Meaning, I bet before we saw any of the community cards.”
