Chapter 11 Meet L

Fear POV (dining room)

"So the army's being bribed by the vamps to close off Newport," Bree said after she swallowed half of her second sandwich.

"They think the Halfling's here," Tara said as she grabbed her glass of milk. Chris was sitting beside me tracing circles on my jean covered knee.

"Do we need to start up the council?" Bree asked Chris. When he didn't answer, she threw a piece of ham at him. He looked up angrily.

"Do we need to start up the council?" she asked again.

"I don't know if we should. I mean it could be a coincidence," he said. Bree glared at him. "We'll have to tighten up security."

"How?" Bree asked furiously.

"Stay closer to the house. No going out at night for anything. No one comes in the house till daylight. Double up the bedrooms," I glanced at Chris as he spoke. "All doors and windows are to be locked by five p.m."

"So speak the alpha, so shall be law," Bree said still glaring at him.

Tara patted Bree's arm, "You'll survive without the midnight run." Bree stiffly nodded

Chris continued tracing my knee. I've always hated my knees, but at that moment, I could easily like them. I glanced across the table to Tara. She was smiling as she ducked her head to presumable bite her sandwich.

Chris stopped what he was doing and started sniffing the air. Bree immediately did the same.

"Smell that?" Chris whispered to her.

"They're close," Bree answered.

"Who's close?" I asked.

"Vamps," Tara said quietly.

"But it's still daylight," I said quickly. They only ignored me.

"L. L's curious," sad Tara.

Bree took in a deep breath, "You've spoken to her?"

"No, the Legion has power, and as temporary peace keeper, she has to keep the law," Tara said.

"Have I missed something?" I asked.

A strong wind started blowing from the center of the room. All of us were slammed against the far wall of the room and the table and chairs were thrown against the wall with the fireplace within a few seconds later.

Just as quick as the winds started they ended, and a beautiful, thin woman stood in the origin of the winds. She was tall, maybe six feet, with black eyes, white hair, and the palest skin known to the human species. She was wearing a long flowing deep green dress.

Chris, Bree, and Tara were immediately free of the spell. They lowered their heads but never took their eyes off the strange woman.

I tried to do the same but found I couldn't move. I tried to speak but my voice was not audible.

"Christian, Bree, Tara," she said showing fang with each symbol and rolling her R's. "Long time since I was brought in a dispute. Every time has been about the supposed Halfling," she smiled and walked over to stand in front of me. "Is this the new victim?" She took my wrist and smelt it. "She has been promised," She dropped it and turned back to him. "Is there reason you keep her?"

"Yes," he said still glaring at her.

"Speak up," she demanded impatiently. "You know how I hate dealing with the Legion."

"She's his chosen," Bree said lowly.

"Chosen?" the woman asked surprised. "You chose a human?"

"Not exactly human, L" corrected Tara which got the attention of the woman. Tara straightened her head and raised her shoulders. "She's latent, as was her mother."

L looked back at me. "What was your mother's maiden name?"

"Sherri Hill," I answered immediately.

"How old is she?" L demanded the trio. As if I wasn't in the room.

"Soon to be nineteen," Chris whispered.

L turned on him. "Give me your wrist now," she demanded. He did so immediately, and she sank her fangs deep. I could not see her eyes, but felt the moment she became furious and pushed him away from her. He continued to bleed.

"You started something you will follow through with. Now, tell her what you did to her," She demanded.

My invisible bonds were immediately gone but all I could do was fall forward before blacking out.

AN: This looks like a good stopping point.

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I'll try to have more chapters next week. No promises.

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Jordan J