One year later
Mike sat back in his chair. He sipped his morning coffee. Everything around him for the past year had been too horrible to imagine and too quiet. He couldn't even mutter the words to his fiancé, a woman from Boston by the name of Francie, that he had suffered so many losses that he wouldn't be able to marry her in six months. He'd find some other way to break that news to her. Or maybe she could just get the picture. No, he thought. She was smart, but she wasn't that smart. Ron was severely injured, in a coma at the nearby hospital in Vancouver. He visited him almost every day, recounting what had happened. Craig sold himself to the FBI, since they had caught onto his schemes, and was now looking for all of his old workers including Mike and Des. Des . . . Des had faded. Away. Somewhere he couldn't reach. In the race to get the jewel, she had died, a stake to her heart. But she didn't really die. Since that was a vampire stake, and she wasn't a vampire, she almost soon became one. He at first had no idea where she was but just assumed that she was dead. It was better that way.
"Sweetie?" Mike heard Francie call from the kitchen. "You awake?"
"Yeah, but I gotta head out."
He looked over to see her standing there, yawning.'You won't even notice I'm gone. I never loved you and you never even loved me.'
"When will you be back?"
He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door. "Never."
As he walked down the steps to his car, he heard her starting to cry, and then glass shattering on the floor.
After turning on the car, he started down the street. So much had happened. He had met Shannelle, Des's sister. She was still alive. She never talked to her sister though. No one did. And Mike needed to. He needed to see her.
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Doctor Robert Grenallio made his rounds at Kensington Private Hospital early in the morning. He had only a few major and a few minor accident victims recovering from the night before. The patient he mostly worried about, though, seemed to be Ronald Weasley. His family, all with bright red hair, sat in chairs around his bed; younger sister, twin brothers, and two older, and probably wiser brothers. The parents, it seemed, had gone in vacation. Though the kids had sent an owl, Robert sensed that it was going to be a long time before they received it.
He opened the door to 143, the room Ron had been given. Five redheads turned and looked to see who it was.
"Oh hi, Doctor Rob," Said Bill. He was obviously the oldest, the one in charge, trying to handle this the best.
"Hullo," He walked over and sat down next to the sister. Her eyes were puffy and she had a box of Kleenex sitting on her lap. "Are you all right?"
She looked up."No, not really. I don't even know how this happened."
The twins both coughed. He had been there when they had tried to explain it, but she had gone pale, and fainted. They had given up on it all together, it seemed, since the last time he had seen them.
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Des shook as she woke up. Was she really even awake? She looked around. Everything was blurry.
"Why can't I see?" She reached for her bedside table. Contacts. Huh.
A note sat by where she lay. It read:
I heard your friend was sick in the hospital. Maybe you should go visit.
-Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack. She went through a mental phonebook thinking of all the Jack's she knew. Oh, haha. Jack. Her buddy since she had become a stupid vampire. 'Yeah, that's a super idea. Go and suck ALL the blood out of my friend so he definitely won't live. Thanks Jack.'
Though she lived with Jack, he wasn't here. She grabbed her keys, and headed out, not realizing before opening the door that she couldn't leave without someone else during the day. 'Jack?' It was some rule, and Jack probably just broke it. She was just about to walk out, when the phone rang. Why did they have rules like that anyway? Guess they want to keep Ireland safe. So much for that. If Jack was out, he had better have taken Gina with him. Gina, their German Shepard. Completely harmless at times, but she had her moments. And Des was very sure that Gina didn't count as another person. However, she'd deal with that later when security came across him. She reached for the phone and checked the caller id. "Vancouver BC pay phones." Hm. She only knew about half of old her friends that lived there, and no one there has this number. She picked it up.
"Yeah?"
It was silent. Breathing, as if they knew, you're Des, and I'm going to put you in jail.
"Well then, talk much?"
A snort from the other end, then a click. It wasn't Jack. He was in country. And Ron, she supposes that he was at Kensington. Last time she saw him he was whimpering in pain as she was being staked. So it couldn't have been him. Her father is dead, and so is her mother. She supposes it was one of Jack's friends, though she can't think of any one of his friends that don't live near by. Maybe her sister? No way. Not even Mike. She had moved on, and so he should too.
Mike sat back in his chair. He sipped his morning coffee. Everything around him for the past year had been too horrible to imagine and too quiet. He couldn't even mutter the words to his fiancé, a woman from Boston by the name of Francie, that he had suffered so many losses that he wouldn't be able to marry her in six months. He'd find some other way to break that news to her. Or maybe she could just get the picture. No, he thought. She was smart, but she wasn't that smart. Ron was severely injured, in a coma at the nearby hospital in Vancouver. He visited him almost every day, recounting what had happened. Craig sold himself to the FBI, since they had caught onto his schemes, and was now looking for all of his old workers including Mike and Des. Des . . . Des had faded. Away. Somewhere he couldn't reach. In the race to get the jewel, she had died, a stake to her heart. But she didn't really die. Since that was a vampire stake, and she wasn't a vampire, she almost soon became one. He at first had no idea where she was but just assumed that she was dead. It was better that way.
"Sweetie?" Mike heard Francie call from the kitchen. "You awake?"
"Yeah, but I gotta head out."
He looked over to see her standing there, yawning.'You won't even notice I'm gone. I never loved you and you never even loved me.'
"When will you be back?"
He grabbed his coat and headed toward the door. "Never."
As he walked down the steps to his car, he heard her starting to cry, and then glass shattering on the floor.
After turning on the car, he started down the street. So much had happened. He had met Shannelle, Des's sister. She was still alive. She never talked to her sister though. No one did. And Mike needed to. He needed to see her.
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Doctor Robert Grenallio made his rounds at Kensington Private Hospital early in the morning. He had only a few major and a few minor accident victims recovering from the night before. The patient he mostly worried about, though, seemed to be Ronald Weasley. His family, all with bright red hair, sat in chairs around his bed; younger sister, twin brothers, and two older, and probably wiser brothers. The parents, it seemed, had gone in vacation. Though the kids had sent an owl, Robert sensed that it was going to be a long time before they received it.
He opened the door to 143, the room Ron had been given. Five redheads turned and looked to see who it was.
"Oh hi, Doctor Rob," Said Bill. He was obviously the oldest, the one in charge, trying to handle this the best.
"Hullo," He walked over and sat down next to the sister. Her eyes were puffy and she had a box of Kleenex sitting on her lap. "Are you all right?"
She looked up."No, not really. I don't even know how this happened."
The twins both coughed. He had been there when they had tried to explain it, but she had gone pale, and fainted. They had given up on it all together, it seemed, since the last time he had seen them.
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Des shook as she woke up. Was she really even awake? She looked around. Everything was blurry.
"Why can't I see?" She reached for her bedside table. Contacts. Huh.
A note sat by where she lay. It read:
I heard your friend was sick in the hospital. Maybe you should go visit.
-Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack. She went through a mental phonebook thinking of all the Jack's she knew. Oh, haha. Jack. Her buddy since she had become a stupid vampire. 'Yeah, that's a super idea. Go and suck ALL the blood out of my friend so he definitely won't live. Thanks Jack.'
Though she lived with Jack, he wasn't here. She grabbed her keys, and headed out, not realizing before opening the door that she couldn't leave without someone else during the day. 'Jack?' It was some rule, and Jack probably just broke it. She was just about to walk out, when the phone rang. Why did they have rules like that anyway? Guess they want to keep Ireland safe. So much for that. If Jack was out, he had better have taken Gina with him. Gina, their German Shepard. Completely harmless at times, but she had her moments. And Des was very sure that Gina didn't count as another person. However, she'd deal with that later when security came across him. She reached for the phone and checked the caller id. "Vancouver BC pay phones." Hm. She only knew about half of old her friends that lived there, and no one there has this number. She picked it up.
"Yeah?"
It was silent. Breathing, as if they knew, you're Des, and I'm going to put you in jail.
"Well then, talk much?"
A snort from the other end, then a click. It wasn't Jack. He was in country. And Ron, she supposes that he was at Kensington. Last time she saw him he was whimpering in pain as she was being staked. So it couldn't have been him. Her father is dead, and so is her mother. She supposes it was one of Jack's friends, though she can't think of any one of his friends that don't live near by. Maybe her sister? No way. Not even Mike. She had moved on, and so he should too.