There is an optical illusion about every person we meet. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Finally he was gone. She silently slipped from the bed he had laid her on. She had to admit it had taken a hit on pride to pretend she was unable to revive that stupid bitch. But then again a few more minutes of being poor defenseless Caryn Rashida brought forth the possibility of eons of power and a return to her old life. Silently she slipped down the hall and into the room where Jessica lay. Caryn had hoped that the timing would be right so that Jessica would still be unconscious from her transition into the immortal world. Kneeling by the bed Caryn pulled a small syringe from her side pocket. She had feared, briefly, that Aubrey would discover it when he brought her seemingly lifeless body to his house, but she knew that that fool's mind would be completely focused on Jessica and would barely register a small lump in her jacket pocket.
Carefully she pressed the needle into the clearest vein in the valley of Jessica's arm. Slowly drawing blood she watched as the red liquid rose higher filling the clear tube. With caution she removed the needle from Jessica's arm, capped it and put it back in her pocket. Rising to her feet she looked down at the young woman who had unknowingly served as another pawn in the endless chess match that had become Caryn's life.
Willing herself miles away to her car, she got in and pulled her real cell phone from the glove compartment. Tucking her hair behind her right ear she pressed the desired number. Lifting the phone to her ear she only had seconds before the call was answered by a smooth low voice. "Lovely to hear from you sister". Without responding to the greeting Caryn smirked and spoke in a sly voice, "you'll never guess who has a new fledgling".