Chapter 2: Uncle Jager
The next week went by rather smoothly for Serali, until, that is, Risika took her into Ambrosia for the first time. The dimly lit room was full of other vampires, more than she could have imagined existed in one city. Even in New York, the city where the most strange events take place, she never expected so many. She was a fast learner, and by now, Risika had taught her how to shield her aura; therefore, no heads turned in their direction. None except for Jager's. He was sitting at the bar, still keeping his eyes green, as always. Risika greeted him warmly, and introduced Serali to him.
"He-hello, sir," she stammered.
"Sir?" he laughed. "Why, no one's called me 'sir' for years! Just call me Jager, or Uncle Jager, if it makes you feel more comfortable."
"Yes, si – I mean, Uncle Jager."
"Now, that's better," he turned to Risika. "Seen much of old Aubrey lately? I heard he's still quite angry about you beating him. There are even rumors flying around that he's planning to avenge that night."
"Let him try," she said icily. "He can not harm me now."
"If you say so," said Jager, looking over at Serali as though trying to give Risika a hint. Luckily, Serali was to busy looking around to notice.
"He already took Tora from me," said Risika in response. "I don't intend to let that happen again."
Then she turned away, beckoning for Serali to follow her. Jager's words had deeply disturbed her, however fearless she acted. She would need to everything she could to prevent Aubrey from ruining her life again.
Little did she know that a viper was coiled up in the shadows of the room, listening to every word.
