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Fallen Angel
Chapter 6: Homecoming
Deshwitat couldn't figure it out. 'This Asher guy is a vampire, but is a friend of Remi's...is that even possible? It doesn't make any sense but maybe—' His thoughts were interrupted as Millenear asked Remi's other acquaintance, Father Dominic Grimaldi, more idiotic questions about exorcisms he had preformed.
"Have you ever had to, uh, abandon an exorcism before, Father?" she asked
"Please, Millenear, call me Dominic, everyone else does, and, no, I have not had to do any such thing," the older man, he looked about 50, answered.
Millenear blushed and bowed her head with a mutter that sounded like, "Of course, sorry." Remi, pausing just long enough from her quiet conversation with Asher to hear this, laughed. "Don't give her a hard time, Dom! She's just curious."
"I remember someone else who curious as well, child. Do you remember what happened to her when she got too curious?" Dom asked with a small smile.
It was Remi's turn to blush. "I'm never gonna hear the end of that am I? Jeez, a girl makes one itsy-bitsy mistake and no one forgets it!" Both Dom and Asher smiled slightly.
'I wonder what she did.' Desh thought to himself. He looked over at Dom and raised an eyebrow. Dominic noticed.
"Itsy-bitsy? Is that what you call almost burning down the entire northern wing of the complex?" He winked at Desh, who found himself smiling as well.
"How—" Rett was about to ask but Remi shouted, "We're HERE!"
Desh looked out the van's window and examined the old house on the outskirts of the city. It was old, and huge, with an equally large property. 'So what are a psychic, a vampire, and a priest doing living together here? And how in the hell does the kid know them?'
Remi didn't even wait for the van to stop. She jumped out and raced towards the manor. Serry! she sent along the mind-link she had with her friend. A woman, not that much older than herself, appeared in the doorway. She had long auburn hair that was in a braid, which Remi knew would be tied with an embroidered leather hair tie. How did she know? Remi had one just like it. 'Serry is wearing black, as usual,' Remi noted. 'Not that I care, in fact, I'm the one that got her in the habit.' She too ran out and met her in a death-hold hug. Remi felt a thought brush her consciousness Rem...We missed you.
"It's so good to be home," she whispered.
"I know," Serry responded, "but don't you think you should introduce your companions? I think they're feeling a little abandoned." Remi giggled at the image that created as she pulled away. She turned around and faced Millenear, Rett, Beryun, and Deshwitat.
"Guys, this is the psychic we came to see, Serena Chandler. Serry, this is Millenear Shepheild, Rett Butler, Beryun of Yung Sung Temple, and Deshwitat L. Rudbich," she said pointing to everyone in turn. Serry smiled at them and said, "Welcome to what we think of as HQ. Come on inside and we'll show you where you'll be staying." Remi followed her inside as the familiarity of the place calmed and comforted her. 'It's like I never left,' she thought.
On the second floor, Serry showed Millenear and Beryun their rooms, which were next to each other. She then showed Rett and Desh to theirs, which were down the hall from the women. "I hope you don't being in your old room, Rem, but we cleaned it up and everything is exactly the same. Except you have a few early birthday presents." Remi grinned as they entered the room.
The walls were painted blood red with black dragons all over the place. The single bed had a black comforter and red and purple pillows. There was a desk and chair, a dresser and mirror, a closet, a small book shelf, a weapons rack, and a door to the adjoining bathroom. 'It's been so long...' Remi spotted the wrapped boxes on the bed and grinned with childish delight.
"Toys?" she asked. Blue eyes met green as she looked at Serry. 'I bet my eyes look that way; full of mischief and amusement,' she thought.
"You bet," answered Serena with a matching grin.
"Dangerous toys?"
"Are there any other kind? Well... for people like us, anyway."
"Good point. Please tell me I can open them now!" Remi felt a little bad about begging like a little kid but still... Go ahead Serry answered mind-to-mind. With a delighted cry she plunged into the gifts with a single-minded ferocity. 'I can't wait to try them out on something... or someone...'