Callista felt groggy and absent-minded all day. Karen asked her several times if she had a problem or something, but Calli denied. Callista had chosen to bury her head in the sand and tried to ignore the questions going round and round in her head.
Could it be true? Why haven´t her parents didn´t tell her that she was adopted? Where are her real parents and why did they gave her away? And of course: What interest do Frost have to tell her about it?
She had searched for the name DiAsturien, but there where no useful information on the internet and, that was scaring, when it seemed the site was interesting, it was password protected. The security level was so high, even Chens hightech programs couldn´t crack.
Days passed by, but nothing changed. Blade found dead bodies, but no other signs of vampires. Callista joined him on the hunt, but her thoughts where busy with other questions than the mysterious vampire plague. It was no use, the only one who could answer her questions was Frost and he didn´t tried to meet her again.
After three weeks of waiting Callista couldn´t bear it any more. She told Blade that she would spent another night alone and went directionless through the city. It was cold and dark and it rained a little. She was frozen and wet and lonely. It was Thursday and she was all alone in the old town of New Orleans with the large houses and gardens and trees. Finally she sat down on a low wall.
"Fucking vampire. You wanna talk to me? Come here or leave me in peace forever. Last chance."
It was silent, just the wind in the trees and the light rain in the puddles. Calli sighed and stood up to leave. A laughter sounded behind her. She jumped around, ready to fight.
Deacon strolled near her in the dark.
"Searching for me, sweetness?" he smiled.
"Tell me why you wanted to talk to me." Callista said harsh.
"Calm down, huntress. I´ll tell you everything you wanna know. Come."
He turned to leave. Callista didn´t move.
"Of course I won´t go with you. Are you fucking crazy?"
"If you wanna know, come with me. If not, go play hunting and ask yourself for the rest of your life who you are."
He turned again.
"Why aren´t you just tell me?" she shouted after him.
"Cause you wouldn´t fucking believe me. I´ll show you."
Calli hesitated.
"Huntress... I won´t hurt you." Deacon sighed as if he looses patiences. "Why should I? All this time and effort just to get you in this city. If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it easier, a lot easier. I could have killed you every fucking second."
"You´re crazy, bloodsucker... megalomaniac, arrogant, narcissistic,..." she hissed.
"Quit that." he interrupted her. "I´m all of that.. you don´t have to flatter me." He smiled, but the smile didn´t reched his eyes and he seemed cruel and ruthless. "But above that I´m never breaking my word. I won´t hurt you. Now come on or stop wasting my time."
Finally Callista followed him. There was more to win than to loose. Gaining an inside in the vampires world, perhaps answers to her questions.
A black limousine waited for them. She got on the backseat and slipped on the other seat to let Deacon get in.
Almost soundless the vehicle moved off. The dark empty streets passed by behind the darkened windows.
Deacon remained silent, starring into nowhere. Callista eyed him suspicious. He seemed tense and tired. His eyes were shadowed.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
Without looking at her or even moving he answered. "Erebus. The archives."
