Chapter3

Cass of the East; Thank you. London Vixen, I am afraid Kraven might not make it to Underworld evolution in my story. I am afraid I do not like him terribly.

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"What do you mean, complex?" Michael asked. "Why don't we just call the police to get the lunatic who leaped on the car? And why were you and that woman in my apartment! I should just call the cops myself!" Orithian gripped the steering wheel tighter, annoyed.

"We do not call the police for multiple reasons. A. The police would merely be slaughtered. B. We have been successful enough on are own. And why was I at your apartment? If you didn't notice, at the subway shootout, one of the partakers of the shootout grabbed you. I was there to find out why they might be after you. I picked the lock, entered, looked around. If things had gone better, you would never have know I had been there," Orithian said, turning the corner.

"We have to tell him, Orithian." Hoot said. "I think we can trust him." Orithian glanced at Hoot.

"Tell me what? And how did you know one of the men grabbed my shoulder?" Michael asked. Orithian sighed.

"Well," Orithian said. "Why don't you tell him?" Hoot shook his head.

"You would say it better than me," Hoot said.

"I know, because it was me that shot him, making him release you," Orithian said. Michael was silent. He looked nervous.

"Let me give you a crash course on what has happened," Orithian said. "Werewolves and vampires are real creatures." He looked in the rearview mirror to see his reaction. None.

"They are quite real, and unfortunately for us humans, vampires drink human blood like we drink coffee. Werewolves eat people like we eat fried chicken. And, both vampires and werewolves are quite a bit stronger than humans, physically. We believe their used to be much, much terrifying werewolves and vampires, but they have all but vanished," Orithian said calmly.

"Okay," Michael said. "Then were did they come from?"

"We don't know for sure," Hoot said. "But we know that it is caused by a mutating virus. And it can be transmitted like rabies. Through the saliva glands."

"Which explains why the legend is the bite of a vampire or werewolf will turn you into one," Orithian interjected. "Like the legends, they are extremely affected by a few things. Werewolves, or lycans, as we call them, are violently allergic to silver. Vampires are burned by the sun. Vampires may be weak against garlic, holy water, and crucifixes, but we prefer to not test new attack methods, but stick to proven ones."

"But," Michael said. "Vampires and werewolves real? Be serious!" Orithian gave him a serious look.

"Then, please, explain why you saw me shoot a man four times with magnum rounds, saw him fall, saw the holes left in him in his flesh, and then he got up, chased down our speeding hummer, and punched through bulletproof glass while hanging on at fifty-odd miles an hour?" Orithian said pleasantly. Michael opened and closed his mouth several times.

"I don't know," Michael admitted quietly.

"Then there is no other explanation." Orithian started the car back up, and drove in front of a solid wall. He idled the car, and stepped out.

"What's he doing?" Michael asked Hoot.

"Wait a moment." Hoot replied. The wall suddenly shifted, and opened, revealing a garage.

"What?" Michael asked. Orithian got back in the car. Hoot smiled and spoke as the Orithian drove in and the wall moved back.

"Welcome to Parabellum, Michael Corvin."

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