When I arrived home, Kelly blew up! "Where were you? Didn't you think to contact any of us?" I walked strait past her and into my room, stripping off my dirty and torn clothes and throwing on new ones.
I look up to find Kelly's golden eyes staring at me. "What happened." It's not even a question the way she says it.
"I ran into a loner. He was working for them, I took care of him, though if he had had any sense he would have stayed hidden until I got to the house." I say to myself.
She sighs and shakes her head.
We both jump when my cell phone rings. I reach up and grab it off the dresser. "Hello. Shaggy! How's it going?"
"Boss I've got them all. They're having a meeting on fourth and Gregory Street, right by the park. I need you here now!"
Snapping shut the phone, I nod to Kelly. "We've got a job to do. Go round up the werewolves."
Dressed in black and armed up to our noses, we arrive at the park, shaggy motions to us from behind a bush. I slide in beside him. He points to a small clearing were ten vampires are gathered. They're voice are soft and hard to hear.
"I'm going closer." Shimmying up a tree, a leap from branch to branch, until I'm hovering in the shadows. They're voices rise up to me.
"Any more leads?"
"We found Walter dead in sector six. Defiantly a vampires work, but they disappeared.
"I found a werewolf trailing me, I disposed of him."
"Nothing new on the whereabouts of the house, but I found some witches who might be able to help us."
I turn and motion for the other. They circle around the whole clearing. On my signal, we leap in.
I find the nearest vampire, and stake him before he knows what's happening. Already, though, the group is on there feet. I find the leader and chase after him. His dull blond hair is streaked with dirt, but his green eyes glow with a fierce fire.
"Come to find you death?" he growls.
I leap at him, aiming for the knees. He blocks and swipes me away. I'm up fast enough to avoid the second strike, but the first catches me in the shoulder, drawing blood. Switching my stick to my left hand, I face him. We lunge at the same moment. Block, block, feint, strike jab. We go through the motions as though practicing, whirling around the field.
Grabbing my hand to stop a strike, we freeze. My sleeve had been pulled up and we are now touching, skin on skin.
I collapse to the ground as white fire races through my mind. And then I hear his voice.
"What is going on?! Let me out so we can fight!"
I know he can see my mind, but his is blocked by a roiling storm of anger and fear.
"Don't you get it?" I ask in a small voice. "We're soul mates."
