twenty-six years, I had met a
lot of vampires but they had all seemed civilized and maybe the
ones I knew actually were. The ones I saw tonight, however, the
druggies such as they were, were a different story. I couldn’t get
over how their bodies swayed with an inhuman grace against the
music and the icy blue of their eyes. The way they bit into the
humans and the roughness of their sexual desires. In that state,
there was nothing human about them; in that state they were
beasts.
The weight that Wyatt had felt drop
onto him when he suspected the first murder had to do with brew,
now felt like it was sitting comfortably on my shoulders. If brew
was addictive, how long before every young vampire started drinking
it? How long before witches became their main target? How long
before the Witches Council took matters into their own hands and a
war between our two species arose?
There was a short scream from the
backseat and I turned to see what had happened. Micah swerved but
regained control and shot a look through the rearview mirror. Fiona
had woken up and was looking at her arms with shock and
confusion.
“Give me a mirror,” she said as she
observed her hands. I fished through my purse and pulled out a
small compact to hand to her. Once she opened it though, it began
to recite a poem to her. After the enchanted mirror finished
sweet-talking her, she closed it and everyone in the car looked at
me.
“What? They’re new at the store and I
thought they were cool,” I said, defending a very embarrassing
moment.
“Why do I look like, Taye Diggs?”
Fiona asked.
“It’s a glamour spell; we had to have
a disguise to get out of the club.” Fiona released a heavy sigh and
waved her hands over her body, causing the disguise to slip away.
She rubbed her head with the palm of her hand and
groaned.
“I’m going to have a hangover from
hell in the morning,” she said and then paused to think. “But I
only had two drinks,” she added. I thought about the mojito I had
had and didn’t remember it tasting funny or feeling the slightest
bit different. Maybe it took two drinks?
“I think your drink was drugged,”
Aiden said to Fiona.
“Why would they drug her?” Micah
chimed in.
“Gwen and Fiona were both marked. They
stamped their hands. I think it’s how they single out the witches
and then they drug their drinks so that they can kidnap and bleed
them,” Aiden said in a disgusted tone.
Micah looked at me with a steely gaze
and it took me a moment to understand why his anger was directed at
me. I bit my lip when I realized that Aiden had just admitted that
he knew about brew and that I was the blabbermouth that had told
him.
“What is going on?” Fiona asked,
concern dripping from her voice. Micah let out a heavy sigh and I
shrugged my shoulders at him.
“Aiden’s a vampire; I thought he might
have heard something. Plus Fiona should know what’s going on
because it is our blood that’s being poached,” I said. I didn’t
think Micah really wanted to tell Fiona what was going on, but she
already knew we were keeping something from her and that cat
couldn’t be put back in its bag; she’d nag us until she got her
way. I could understand why the FPD wanted to keep this hush-hush,
because if the witch population got wind they were being murdered
specifically for their blood, all hell would break loose. The FPD
wanted to handle this as quickly and quietly as possible but if
they didn’t put a stop to it soon, the Witches Council would have
no other choice than to intervene.
“If I tell her, what’s to say that she
won’t run off and tell her father or some other witch who will then
turn around and tell someone else? It’s a snowball effect that I’m
worried about, since you yourself told someone,” Micah said,
sounding aggravated.
“I only told one person and that’s
only because he’s a vampire, someone who I thought could help. I
haven’t told any witches and if you’re worried about Fiona
lot of vampires but they had all seemed civilized and maybe the
ones I knew actually were. The ones I saw tonight, however, the
druggies such as they were, were a different story. I couldn’t get
over how their bodies swayed with an inhuman grace against the
music and the icy blue of their eyes. The way they bit into the
humans and the roughness of their sexual desires. In that state,
there was nothing human about them; in that state they were
beasts.
The weight that Wyatt had felt drop
onto him when he suspected the first murder had to do with brew,
now felt like it was sitting comfortably on my shoulders. If brew
was addictive, how long before every young vampire started drinking
it? How long before witches became their main target? How long
before the Witches Council took matters into their own hands and a
war between our two species arose?
There was a short scream from the
backseat and I turned to see what had happened. Micah swerved but
regained control and shot a look through the rearview mirror. Fiona
had woken up and was looking at her arms with shock and
confusion.
“Give me a mirror,” she said as she
observed her hands. I fished through my purse and pulled out a
small compact to hand to her. Once she opened it though, it began
to recite a poem to her. After the enchanted mirror finished
sweet-talking her, she closed it and everyone in the car looked at
me.
“What? They’re new at the store and I
thought they were cool,” I said, defending a very embarrassing
moment.
“Why do I look like, Taye Diggs?”
Fiona asked.
“It’s a glamour spell; we had to have
a disguise to get out of the club.” Fiona released a heavy sigh and
waved her hands over her body, causing the disguise to slip away.
She rubbed her head with the palm of her hand and
groaned.
“I’m going to have a hangover from
hell in the morning,” she said and then paused to think. “But I
only had two drinks,” she added. I thought about the mojito I had
had and didn’t remember it tasting funny or feeling the slightest
bit different. Maybe it took two drinks?
“I think your drink was drugged,”
Aiden said to Fiona.
“Why would they drug her?” Micah
chimed in.
“Gwen and Fiona were both marked. They
stamped their hands. I think it’s how they single out the witches
and then they drug their drinks so that they can kidnap and bleed
them,” Aiden said in a disgusted tone.
Micah looked at me with a steely gaze
and it took me a moment to understand why his anger was directed at
me. I bit my lip when I realized that Aiden had just admitted that
he knew about brew and that I was the blabbermouth that had told
him.
“What is going on?” Fiona asked,
concern dripping from her voice. Micah let out a heavy sigh and I
shrugged my shoulders at him.
“Aiden’s a vampire; I thought he might
have heard something. Plus Fiona should know what’s going on
because it is our blood that’s being poached,” I said. I didn’t
think Micah really wanted to tell Fiona what was going on, but she
already knew we were keeping something from her and that cat
couldn’t be put back in its bag; she’d nag us until she got her
way. I could understand why the FPD wanted to keep this hush-hush,
because if the witch population got wind they were being murdered
specifically for their blood, all hell would break loose. The FPD
wanted to handle this as quickly and quietly as possible but if
they didn’t put a stop to it soon, the Witches Council would have
no other choice than to intervene.
“If I tell her, what’s to say that she
won’t run off and tell her father or some other witch who will then
turn around and tell someone else? It’s a snowball effect that I’m
worried about, since you yourself told someone,” Micah said,
sounding aggravated.
“I only told one person and that’s
only because he’s a vampire, someone who I thought could help. I
haven’t told any witches and if you’re worried about Fiona
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