Graveyards and Sparkly Warlocks
"Remind me why you needed us both to be here?"
Raphael, Stephan, Simon and Magnus were standing near the shallow grave in which Gennyfer Cox was buried.
The graveyard was quiet but just in case any mundies were close by, Raphael had chosen to dig in a block of trees and concealing undergrowth. Simon had showed up soon after he and Stephan finished burying Gennyfer with Magnus sweeping after him.
They had been standing in silence until Simon spoke up with his question.
Instead of answering, Raphael turned pointedly to Stephan.
"Why is the warlock here? I told you to contact the Daylighter."
Stephan gulped and Magnus looked offended.
"You have a fledgling that needs healing. I'm not here for my own benefit."
Raphael sighed. Gennyfer would need healing, the transformation from human to vampire wouldn't fix all her injuries, but it was irksome for one of Raphael's own people not to follow orders.
"Stephan, what did I tell you to do?"
"Call the Daylighter, sir. That's what I did; it's not my fault he was at the warlock's place."
Raphael sighed again.
Then, just because it meant he would have to think about less, he sent Stephan away to the Hotel Dumort. While he was there he was to inform the rest of the clan that they would be welcoming a new member. With a "Yes, sir!" Stephan darted off leaving the two vampires and the sparkly warlock in the dust.
Simon once again broke the resulting silence.
"Why?" he directed to Raphael, who glared.
"Why what?" he replied.
"Why her, I mean I know she was dying but so are hundreds of other people."
If he was still human Raphael would have turned red in anger. As it was, his fangs dropped down and he hissed.
"You tread on thin ice Daylighter."
Magnus laughed, "You have no idea why!"
Raphael turned his glare on the warlock and Magnus twiddled his thumbs, whistling innocently.
"Instinct, so sue me." The leader of the Manhattan vampires spat.
Then he took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. It would do him no good to be seeing red when Gennyfer dug herself out. He might end up killing her and that would make everything a waste of time.
He took a few more calming breaths, a trick that had never helped him as a human but now seemed to be working.
After a few more moments sounds started to come from the grave. Scraping and shifting of dirt.
Finally, a hand came up through the two inch thick layer of soil. Then there was a flurry of movement a Gennyfer dug her way into her new life.
The new-made fledgling emerged and at once launched herself towards Magnus, the most human of the three Downworlders even if it was only by half. Then she screeched in pain as her broken arm (which had been splinted by Stephan while Raphael dug the grave) slammed into a tree.
Simon pulled out one of the bags of blood he had brought. He threw it towards Gennyfer who caught it and seemed to realize that it was food. She ripped it open with her new fangs, splattering blood all over as she did so, and upended it into her mouth.
Once she was no longer rushing about the other three were able to see clearly what a state she was in.
Her skin was painted in blood and dirt; every inch of it was covered in cuts from either the pavement or the werewolf's claws. Her hair was matted with blood, so much that it was impossible to tell what colour it was.
Her clothes looked as if they had been through a shredder and were barely staying on. They were also so covered in blood that a colour could not be found.
The only thing that seemed to have been spared were her shoes, worn white and pink running shoes that only had a few drops of blood on them.
Raphael took another bag of blood from Simon. Gennyfer had nearly finished the first and he didn't want her wailing for more blood to attract any mundies.
He silt the bag open and handed it to her. This time she moved more slowly and sucked every drop of blood from the bag before tossing it aside. Systematically, yet slightly messily, she drank her way through the seven blood bags that Simon had brought.
Simon looked sick.
"Don't worry," Magnus said to him cheerfully, "you were exactly the same. It was fascinating."
Finally, Gennyfer finished. The blank, dead look rose from her eves, replaced with a look of horror.
She looked down at herself, seeing the coat of blood. "What…Who…" she choked out.
She looked up at Raphael who was still standing near her.
"Wh…what happed? Th…the wolf…Amos…you…You told me to sleep."
She held her head with both hands.
"What happened?" she asked again.
No-one was sure how to answer.
Then Simon spoke.
"You just joined the immortal legion of bloodthirsty undead."
Gennyfer looked at him in shock. Raphael thought that she might faint.
Then her shock turned into confusion.
"I…I think I know you."
