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Chapter 3
Rashel couldn't understand it. She knew that Michael had lived round here; the hospital he had worked at wasn't far from the great dark churches. Someone must have heard of or seen Michael but alas no. Nobody knew of him.
She had been searching relentlessly all day and now he head was pounding with confusing. The search was harder than she thought it would have been and it was extremely energy draining. She must have walked for miles that day but had come up with absolutely nothing.
Rashel slumped down on an old wooden bench. Half of the wooden boards had been kicked in but it was still enough for her to rest on. Her legs ached and the throbbing in her head was nasty. The darkness was coming quickly and again she had nowhere to stay...apart from Lucinda's.
She would have to return there, she had no choice. It was either that or sleep ruff on the streets. Rashel was desperate but she hadn't sunk to that level yet. Besides it looked like it was going to rain and she couldn't sleep if she was wet.
Picking up her bag Rashel walked quickly trying to ignore he headache. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and her throat was extremely dry but she had no money to buy any food or drink. Her foster parents had never trusted her with money.
The walk didn't take long but by the time she reached the shelter she was ready to collapse from tiredness. The massive old-fashioned clock on a nearby tower gave the hour as 7.
Rashel knocked loudly on the door just as the sky started to leak water. She realised then it had suddenly grown chilly.
The door was opened by a woman, but not Lucinda. This was one of the woman Rashel had seen the night before. So there was more woman working at the shelter.
"Yes?" Asked the woman coldly. Her eyes were a weird mixture of blue and silver and her lips for a full blood red. Her skin was translucent and Rashel could see blue veins.
"Is Lucinda here? She said I could stay here if I needed a place" Rashel said politely even though the woman was glaring at her.
"No there is no Lucinda here" Said the woman nastily and made to shut the door. A voice made her stop, a voice that warmed Rashel's heart.
"Rosalind" Said the voice calmly, "What are you doing? Let Rashel in."
Rosalind looked angry but she didn't defy the order. The door was pulled open against and Rashel entered the lit warmth of the building. Lucinda was at the bottom of the stairs smiling beautifully, her silver eyes shinning.
"Hello dear" She said kindly, "I expected to see you again"
"Yeah well I couldn't find a place to stay and I don't have any money so...here I am" Rashel finished lamely. Lucinda only smiled softly.
"That's ok I was hoping you would come back" Said Lucinda" Just made your way into the kitchen I have to speak with Rosalind and then I will be right with you"
Rashel nodded. Rosalind looked angry but kept her thoughts to herself.
The living room was as crowded as it had been before and with the same atmosphere, happy and content, as if the runaways could forget for a night how miserable their lives actually were. There was lots of news faces and known that she recognised from the night before. It was odd but it didn't really worry her. Runaways moved on to new places and new shelters.
The kitchen was empty as it had been the night before. A stomach gave a rumble like thunder and she slumped down on a chair, tired. All her hard work and she had gotten know where. But...
Lucinda. The look in her eyes when Rashel had shown her the picture of Michael was not easy to forget. Lucinda knew something, whether about Michael or somebody who looked like him, she knew something.
There was nothing else she could do. For tonight she would just rest but in the morning....
In the morning she would ask Lucinda for the truth.
*~*~*
Lucinda had never seen Rosalind looking so defiant. Her eyes glittered with inhuman light and he mouth was drawn in a scowl.
"You know its wrong" Rosalind was muttering angrily, "None of them can know any name what if they got away? Are little blood bank would be ruined that's what"
"Ah but your forgetting who runs this little blood bank?" Asked Lucinda.
"You of course but we just cant-,"
Lucinda cut her off with a quick wave of her hand. The anger was rising in her, like steam rising from boiling water. She could feel her teeth sharpening because of her anger...and hunger.
She hungered for blood and there was plenty of it fresh right in the next room. But she had to wait till later.
The problem was Rosalind didn't understand. None of the woman would. She herself hardly understood what was happening...but it was happing. Somehow it had happened and the natural instinct as kicking in, even though it should have died with her other human body functions.
But it was still there.
"She was there last night wasn't she?" Asked Rosalind a look of realisation coming over her face, "That girl, Rashel, she was here last night and she is still alive. How?"
"She slept in the bedroom next to mine. The pink room" Lucinda said and she left it at that. Rosalind would understand it.
"But she is human you cant just tell her our names what if she went to the police?"
Lucinda let out a tinkle of a laugh. The police! What could they do against woman such as themselves? And where was the proof. Burnt and the ashes spread all over San Francisco.
"The police couldn't do anything. But let me make one thing clear. No one touches Rashel. If they do they will have to answer to me" Lucinda said, her voice becoming dangerously quiet.
Rosalind nodded quickly and drifted off into the living room. Lucinda waited a few seconds before walking towards the kitchen and the waiting Rashel.
*~*~*~*~*
Selene stepped outside. The moon above was shinning, almost full, silver against the velvety blackness of the night sky. Behind her her team of a few vampires and werewolves was moving without sound. No human would be able to sense their presence but the renegade vampiresses would. Not that they would live long enough to do anything about it.
She set off towards the shelter, keeping to the shadows. Mortals passed her, their faces dreary and worn, heading home after a long days work. Tonight was Selene's work.
She wasn't a death dealer anymore, she was a leader.
Together she and Michael ruled over the werewolves and the few vampires who wanted peace between the species, who trusted Michael and accepted what h was. There wasn't many but there was some and together, vampires and werewolves, they made a powerful force.
Selene spotted Michael in the shadows across the street from the shelter. Wouldn't be long now until the woman started feeding of teenage blood. It had to stop and they would be the ones to stop it.
"Michael," Whispered Selene. He jerked out of some sort of trance. He glanced at the group behind her and nodded.
"So we are doing it then" he said grimly. Selene nodded.
It was a nod that would change everything.
*~*~*
Well hope you like it. In the next chapter Rashel meets Selene and catches a glimpse of her and Michael together. Please review. Thanx.
Chapter 3
Rashel couldn't understand it. She knew that Michael had lived round here; the hospital he had worked at wasn't far from the great dark churches. Someone must have heard of or seen Michael but alas no. Nobody knew of him.
She had been searching relentlessly all day and now he head was pounding with confusing. The search was harder than she thought it would have been and it was extremely energy draining. She must have walked for miles that day but had come up with absolutely nothing.
Rashel slumped down on an old wooden bench. Half of the wooden boards had been kicked in but it was still enough for her to rest on. Her legs ached and the throbbing in her head was nasty. The darkness was coming quickly and again she had nowhere to stay...apart from Lucinda's.
She would have to return there, she had no choice. It was either that or sleep ruff on the streets. Rashel was desperate but she hadn't sunk to that level yet. Besides it looked like it was going to rain and she couldn't sleep if she was wet.
Picking up her bag Rashel walked quickly trying to ignore he headache. Her stomach rumbled with hunger and her throat was extremely dry but she had no money to buy any food or drink. Her foster parents had never trusted her with money.
The walk didn't take long but by the time she reached the shelter she was ready to collapse from tiredness. The massive old-fashioned clock on a nearby tower gave the hour as 7.
Rashel knocked loudly on the door just as the sky started to leak water. She realised then it had suddenly grown chilly.
The door was opened by a woman, but not Lucinda. This was one of the woman Rashel had seen the night before. So there was more woman working at the shelter.
"Yes?" Asked the woman coldly. Her eyes were a weird mixture of blue and silver and her lips for a full blood red. Her skin was translucent and Rashel could see blue veins.
"Is Lucinda here? She said I could stay here if I needed a place" Rashel said politely even though the woman was glaring at her.
"No there is no Lucinda here" Said the woman nastily and made to shut the door. A voice made her stop, a voice that warmed Rashel's heart.
"Rosalind" Said the voice calmly, "What are you doing? Let Rashel in."
Rosalind looked angry but she didn't defy the order. The door was pulled open against and Rashel entered the lit warmth of the building. Lucinda was at the bottom of the stairs smiling beautifully, her silver eyes shinning.
"Hello dear" She said kindly, "I expected to see you again"
"Yeah well I couldn't find a place to stay and I don't have any money so...here I am" Rashel finished lamely. Lucinda only smiled softly.
"That's ok I was hoping you would come back" Said Lucinda" Just made your way into the kitchen I have to speak with Rosalind and then I will be right with you"
Rashel nodded. Rosalind looked angry but kept her thoughts to herself.
The living room was as crowded as it had been before and with the same atmosphere, happy and content, as if the runaways could forget for a night how miserable their lives actually were. There was lots of news faces and known that she recognised from the night before. It was odd but it didn't really worry her. Runaways moved on to new places and new shelters.
The kitchen was empty as it had been the night before. A stomach gave a rumble like thunder and she slumped down on a chair, tired. All her hard work and she had gotten know where. But...
Lucinda. The look in her eyes when Rashel had shown her the picture of Michael was not easy to forget. Lucinda knew something, whether about Michael or somebody who looked like him, she knew something.
There was nothing else she could do. For tonight she would just rest but in the morning....
In the morning she would ask Lucinda for the truth.
*~*~*
Lucinda had never seen Rosalind looking so defiant. Her eyes glittered with inhuman light and he mouth was drawn in a scowl.
"You know its wrong" Rosalind was muttering angrily, "None of them can know any name what if they got away? Are little blood bank would be ruined that's what"
"Ah but your forgetting who runs this little blood bank?" Asked Lucinda.
"You of course but we just cant-,"
Lucinda cut her off with a quick wave of her hand. The anger was rising in her, like steam rising from boiling water. She could feel her teeth sharpening because of her anger...and hunger.
She hungered for blood and there was plenty of it fresh right in the next room. But she had to wait till later.
The problem was Rosalind didn't understand. None of the woman would. She herself hardly understood what was happening...but it was happing. Somehow it had happened and the natural instinct as kicking in, even though it should have died with her other human body functions.
But it was still there.
"She was there last night wasn't she?" Asked Rosalind a look of realisation coming over her face, "That girl, Rashel, she was here last night and she is still alive. How?"
"She slept in the bedroom next to mine. The pink room" Lucinda said and she left it at that. Rosalind would understand it.
"But she is human you cant just tell her our names what if she went to the police?"
Lucinda let out a tinkle of a laugh. The police! What could they do against woman such as themselves? And where was the proof. Burnt and the ashes spread all over San Francisco.
"The police couldn't do anything. But let me make one thing clear. No one touches Rashel. If they do they will have to answer to me" Lucinda said, her voice becoming dangerously quiet.
Rosalind nodded quickly and drifted off into the living room. Lucinda waited a few seconds before walking towards the kitchen and the waiting Rashel.
*~*~*~*~*
Selene stepped outside. The moon above was shinning, almost full, silver against the velvety blackness of the night sky. Behind her her team of a few vampires and werewolves was moving without sound. No human would be able to sense their presence but the renegade vampiresses would. Not that they would live long enough to do anything about it.
She set off towards the shelter, keeping to the shadows. Mortals passed her, their faces dreary and worn, heading home after a long days work. Tonight was Selene's work.
She wasn't a death dealer anymore, she was a leader.
Together she and Michael ruled over the werewolves and the few vampires who wanted peace between the species, who trusted Michael and accepted what h was. There wasn't many but there was some and together, vampires and werewolves, they made a powerful force.
Selene spotted Michael in the shadows across the street from the shelter. Wouldn't be long now until the woman started feeding of teenage blood. It had to stop and they would be the ones to stop it.
"Michael," Whispered Selene. He jerked out of some sort of trance. He glanced at the group behind her and nodded.
"So we are doing it then" he said grimly. Selene nodded.
It was a nod that would change everything.
*~*~*
Well hope you like it. In the next chapter Rashel meets Selene and catches a glimpse of her and Michael together. Please review. Thanx.