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With the light on the flat looked worse. Jet sighed he would give anything to go home. He almost whished he wouldn't find anything, but Rashel and Thierry would kill him if he didn't try. He punched the Circle Daybreak number into the phone dutifully, like he did every night.
A bang sounded outside the door. Jet paused missing the answer from Circle Daybreak. Maybe there are vampires here. He put the phone to his ear.
"Hello, hello. Anybody there?" Female voice but slightly husky.
"Yes. This is Jet. Will you get Rashel to phone me?"
"Absolutely, can I give this number to Clair..."
"No! It's hard enough as it is." Jet knew he snapped but he was already homesick without hearing Clair's voice and not be able to touch her.
"Jet, have you found anything?" She asked quietly, she knew it was a delicate subject. Jet sighed.
"No, Lupe. Nothing, but I am looking still." Jet was watching the light under the door.
"Well never mind, you're coming home for Christmas?" Hope had entered her voice, Jet feel a surge of warmth for Lupe, ever upbeat.
"I hope so but if I find something I have to stay to check it out. Big if."
"I'll get Rashel to phone you but it might take a while. Quinn and Rashel went to clear out a hidden coven we found."
"Okay." Jet didn't mind he had things to do.
"See you." Lupe hung up.
Ow shit that hurt! Jamila bit her lip to stop the cry that was forming. She hobbled into a corner to massage her throbbing toe.
Blondie's voice was coming through the door some words clearer than others. What was he looking for? She thought and he defiantly does not sound English. The phone clicked as Blondie put it down.
Jamila sat for a while but eventually her legs started to cramp and she had to walk round the small balcony. The place was really disgusting old spiders' weds hung on the ceiling with new ones woven between, the spiders that lived there now covering the floor. The only light came through the bottom of the door.
She did try not to make much noise but she failed as the heels of her shoes picked up things from the floor. She wished there was food in her bag of death, as she liked to call it. Her stomach was rumbling adding to the noise her shoes kept making.
The light from under the door finally went out, along with the noise Blondie had been making.
Jet sighed and rubbed his eyes he truly hated this place. He hadn't been dry since he came, four months ago and he felt lonely and alone. Not as if there weren't people, but he hadn't seen any night people, not one since he came. At this point in time he would be glad to see a vampire hunter.
Clair always managed to make him feel better even if they had both been teaching.
Jet poured himself a shot from some whisky he had liberated from someone with no need of any more.
Thierry, it seemed Hannah had come up with the idea of a school but it wasn't really working, not yet there weren't enough students or teachers.
He finished off the whole bottle and reached for the next one, pausing he heard the rhythmic noises from outside in the hall.
Smiling he walked into the bedroom to sleep dreamlessly.
Jamila waited until she was sure he was asleep then pushed the door to the flat open.
Inside was little better than the hallway, damp patches came down from the ceiling. Glasses were scattered on the tabletops and empty bottles of whisky.
"How many tots have you had, Blondie?" She whispered breaking the unnerving silence.
Jamila was shaking and her breathing was uneven.
There were two doors leading off from this room, one was ajar.
Getting control of her breathing and her body, she creped over, as silently as she could, to the door that was ajar and she could hear something stirring inside.
Lying in bed the front door opened, creaking softly. The human whispered words but Jet was a vampire he could hear them perfectly.
"How many tots have you had, Blondie?" Blondie? That was laughable it made him sound so innocent. At least the human wasn't following him from America.
The door to the main room was ajar. Like leading a duck to water. Jet could see the vampire hunter's shadow. She wasn't very good at this.
The door opened further to revel a shape on the bed it moved slightly when Jamila fully opened the door. She silently walked to the end of the bed where the shadows were thickest.
Jet could smell her and see her. Her hair fell down her back and the silly thing had forgotten the main rule, cover your face.
He could kill her in a second. But if he wanted to do his job properly he wouldn't. He needed her alive, but not whole.
This was going to take a while. Jamila had never killed before, now he was alive she could see his chest rising and falling but after swinging her katana he would die. His life would be snuffed out in a second, a smudge on her memory.
"You are a monster." She whispered, her voice like venom, and slammed the katana point down, stealing herself.
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