I scarcely remember my life before Sango. It was true. I could barely remember my purpose for coming to that god forsaken town or anything for that matter. Even what my apartment looked like back home. It scared me but it was true.
So much had happened in the few weeks since the night in the club. Once I was a simple reporter, now I was a target of an entire vampire coven, and my only ally were one of their leaders. It seemed strange to me, but I wasn't truly as frightened as I should be. Sure Sango could drain me dry if she decided to, yet she had been true to her word this entire time, what would change her mind now?
The journey out of town was surprisingly simple considering I was a suspect in the murder of the bartender Kiera. For an odd reason, the cops seemed very willing to release me into Sango's custody. That fact bothered me.
I turned to Sango as we sat in the back of the dark tinted cab.
"Hey". I muttered as she looked at me smoothly, her hand resting against her chin.
"Mmm". She muttered seemingly uninterested in anything aside from the moon.
"How is it you got them to release me"? I said leaning my arm on the chair behind her.
Sango smirked, shaking her head as she looked toward the silent cab driver. "I do tend to be quite persuasive. Do you remember the night in the club? You couldn't take your eyes off of me. You and about thirty other men in there". She said smugly.
Of course I remembered that night. How could I not? She was so stunningly beautiful and besides that, something pulled me to her, something unnatural. It was then I saw all of her memories and unwillingly plunged myself into her preternatural world.
"Well," She said breaking my train of thought suddenly. "I told them it would be best if you were released of all suspiscion and be taken into my custody."
"And what? They relented to a beautiful vampire elder, just like that"? I said, not too shocked that she wowed them with her unnatural, haunting beauty.
"That". She muttered reaching into her pocket, pulling out something bronze attached to black leather. "And this". She muttered tossing a shiny badge onto my lap.
I glanced down at her shaking my head. "They believed you were a cop"? I said, the idea seemed ludacris. If they only knew she was second in command to the blood thristy coven targeting the townsfolk.
"Yes". She said turning back to the window casually.
Something else bothered me. So many things she left unspoken between us. If I were to trust her as much as I needed to, I needed to know the truth. My mind was plagued with a thousand questions, yet I started at the beginning. "Tell me something". I said as she glanced back at me without turning her head. "How did you come to this place? From your memories you must be like.. five hundred years old". I muttered dropping my voice as the cab driver glanced in the rear view mirror at us.
Sango shook her head. "A thousand". She corrected quietly, her long fingers drumming on the door.
That should have scared a normal person, but for some reason not me. I suppose if I was crazy enough to enter her coven as basically a walking meal, this fact shouldn't shock me.
She stared out through the glass silently. "I awoke not long before you arrived here. Probably a fortnight." She seemed to almost ignore me completely as she stared out the window. "I learned all that I could of this world. It had changed since last I was awake. I believe it was the 1700's when I last walked under the moon." She spoke softly, her eyes never shifting to me. "That night in the club, me and several followers were.." Her eyes flashed to the driver. "Hunting". She whispered as I nodded slowly.
"It is so easy." She mused, her fingers tracing along the glass. "They are already intoxicated. And under the lights-" She laughed softly. "We look like gods, how easily they are drawn to us".
I shuttered at the thought. My mind flashing back to the night in the club. How very close I was to death. If I'd only knew it at the time.. I shuttered again.
"The alcohol in the blood is bothersome. Taints it, but it is still the same. Does it's purpose". She said casually, as if she were talking about drinking tea.
The eyes of the driver flashed back to us. I questioned whether or not this was a good idea talking about this in front of a human. But I imagine if Sango had seen some threat in the man she'd kill him. I shuttered again. The thought of her hunched down on the man's chest draining him, was not very pleasant.
"But there will be plenty of time for this later." She muttered as the cab slowed on the dark stretch of highway.
The man looked over his shoulder skeptically as Sango threw a few bills into the front seat.
"Come on". She muttered as she swiftly glided off the seat and out the door.
I hurriedly collected my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I followed her.
"Where are we going"? I muttered as my eyes searched the dark trees ahead of us.
"You'll see". She whispered over her shoulder as she stepped gracefully over the thick underbrush.
My eyes attempted to decipher the shapes around us. It was useless considering my eyes weren't nearly as good as hers. I frowned, trying to follow her sleek shape ahead of me. My heart dropped as the tall iron gates of a cemetery came into view.
"Dammit". I sighed heavily. One of the drawbacks of traveling with a vampire. I'd almost all but forgotten they couldn't travel in day light. The thought of spending the night in a crypt was not at all comforting.
She stopped, her hair flowing over her shoulder lightly as she smirked. "It isn't the Four Seasons. But unless you prefer to wait here". She said pushing on the gate as she turned away from me.
I gritted my teeth as I followed her.
As I child I was raised to respect graveyards, to revere them. I didn't venture into them very often. In fact none at all really. This was going to be interesting. I breathed heavily, trying to take in as much fresh air as I followed silently behind her.