"You're probably hungry, Gello," Angela said, playfully reaching over in the passenger seat and ruffling his hair. Angela wondered what the kid saw. Her brother wasn't the scary type. She took a quick look at him. Was he shaking?
Sasha carried his beauty inside the house and tossed her like a sack of flour on the scarlet antique settee. "Mmmm," Sasha hummed as he looked down at Cantina, her neck's prominent veins pulsated and danced against her luscious caramel skin. "Mmmm," he continued to repeat. He strolled into the kitchen returning with a red apple; propelling himself backwards onto the chair fashioned with gargoyle arm rests and feline feet. He waited, waited for his prey or what, he hadn't decided yet. Should he turn her? The divine black woman would be a fierce protector. Sasha kind of liked the idea of surrounding himself with female creatures of the night to watch over him. He'd see what Lucky had to say.
On cue Lucky kicked the massive oak, steel plated door open with her black stiletto thigh high boots with her lucky playmate or victuals slung over her shoulders. She lifted the Filipino's wrist, bared her saber tooth like fangs and bit once more into it. Dropping him on to the Victorian carpet, she stepped over his body, approaching Sasha her trade mark hips swinging.
She kneeled down beside his chair. His left arm lifted from the arms of the chair and he proceeded to stroke Lucky's sleek midnight colored hair. She reached for his apple. Sasha released it and Lucky finished it off. Kind of the way their lives had always gone. He'd start it; she'd finish or complete it.
It was eight o'clock; all the lights were out in the house. Where was Angel? It was to early for her to go to bed. So why was the house completely dark? An alarm set off inside Angela's head. Angelo had already thoroughly creeped her out tonight. "Come on Gello, let's see what's going on with Angel. Grab the sacks of food please." She could tell by his response the dark house wasn't setting too well with him either.
Inserting her keys into the door, she somehow remembered the stories told to her by their Grandfather Charlie. Mom had begged her dad not to tell them such tales of horror and blood letting. Grandfather Charlie had told her they were not stories as much as truths. These things really happened and he suggested they get their lives right with God.
Their mom and her sister and brother, who happened to be twins, were raised in the Church. She didn't think Church was very important. She felt the devil didn't exist and everyone would get to heaven as long as they didn't kill anyone or sleep with someone else's husband or wife. However, their dad was a little more sensitive and thought there was more to this thing of angels and demons.
His family was raised Catholic, they went to Church on Easter, Christmas and other days the Catholics considered important to their faith. So that was how it had gone in their house hold; on Sundays, their mom would sleep in, lounging in the bed until well past noon. While she, Angel, Angelo and their dad would attend Church.
Afterwards, they'd go to lunch at Cincetti's Italian Restaurant and discuss Biblical stories of Jonah and the Whale, Joseph and his colorful coat, the story of Job and many others. Angela, and especially Angelo, found them fascinating. She smiled remembering how Angelo had wanted a sling-shot just like David who slay the giant Goliath. Angel would say it was all stupid and often asked if she could stay home with their mommy; she'd then cry a bit and their dad would enfold her in his arms lovingly.
"Angel!" they both chorused entering the kitchen and flicking on the track lighting. "Look," motioned Angelo. It was a note from Angel informing them since it was Friday night and there was no school the following day, that she would be spending the night with Tisha, one of her posse. Angela didn't realize she was holding her breath and suddenly freed it with a slumping of her delicate shoulders.
"I'm glad she took off," said her brother. "Can I call Sheppard over to spend the night?"
"Fine," she spoke, dropping to the bar stools located next to the island counter top, "But I need to speak to his mother and get her permission."
Angelo dug in his baggy pants pocket for his Droid phone given to him for achieving straight A's the first semester of high school.
"Dude, wanna come over here? No, Angel is not here, her coffin is vacant tonight. Can we go and pick him up, Gela?"
"Sorry, Angelo. I'm not going back out tonight. His parents will have to bring him here."
"Aw, come on, sis, please?"
"The answer is no, Angelo. Let them bring him here. I'm going to watch a movie; Iron Man II. You want to join me? Bring your Jack 'n the Box dinner into the family room if you do. Movie is starting in ten minutes."
Fifteen minutes later Sheppard was at the door, sleeping bag in tow. The night went uneventfully; their parents called to check in as they'd done every night they were away. Angela fell asleep on the couch and dreamt of a vampire with shoulder length chocolate hair bending down towards her sleeping body with fangs so sharp they made her shudder. She pulled the turquoise throw up to her chin and slept soundly the rest of the night.
Cantina was stirring on the settee. "What will you do with her," asked Lucky. Rising to her feet she walked over to Cantina and proceeded to finger her rope like fiery red dreadlocks. Cantina started to blink and twisted her lithe body around to watch Lucky as she circled the woman leering from above. Lucky stooped down and began sniffing Cantina, nostrils flaring, senses heightened. She bared her fangs and Cantina leapt off the couch, full height of five foot ten reached. "What the..." she yipped.
Lucky laughed, turned on her heels and walked away. The Filipino boy was rousing now. Sooo very pretty he was. She now had to answer her own question, the same question she'd just addressed to Sasha. Sasha sat, stretched out in the fine antique chair and watched everything unfold. He soothed Cantina's soul with his eyes. He spoke to the recesses of her mind, as he motioned her to him for the second time that evening. What a captivating creature. She was equally as alluring as his Lucky. Right then and there, he decided to turn her.
Lucky learned that the boy's name was Datu, meaning Chief. He told her this when asked of him. Datu was eighteen years old and would graduate from high school from the same one Charlie Brewster's grandchildren attended. He'd serve them very well. This was even better than the original plan, she thought.
He asked her where he was. She asked him if he was hungry. Lucky decided to change Datu as well. If Sasha could have a playmate, so could she. "Humph," she said, passing Sasha and Cantina; taking the young boy's hand, she led him to the kitchen were she made him a sandwich. She bit him before his mouth could even touch his food and watched as he once more fell to the ground, this time twitching in the throws of the new life that awaited him.
Cantina was different; she could feel it. Her eyes adjusted to the way things now appeared. Standing before her was the man from Voo Doo's dance club. Wait, he wasn't a man… was he? That night Cantina discovered what and who she now was.
"You will never grow old Cantina. Forever you will be twenty two years of age."
"I can't ever see my people again?"
"You know the answer to that Cantina," he replied, embracing her transformed body. If she was shockingly beautiful before; now she shined like a jewel and she was extremely young. Maybe not as young as Lucky's conquest in the kitchen; but only a few years older. Both of them would come in handy in this new twist to destroy the Brewster tribe.
"Ahh, we sleep now Cantina. Look over there; the sun will be up soon. Come, my sweet."
She followed Sasha, her hand in his cold one. The basement housed their sleeping quarters. He lay her down inside the soft, red velvet of her coffin, and gently placed her hands on her chest, then he kissed her subtle lips good night.
Lucky had already tucked in her friend. She watched as Sasha tenderly assisted the girl into her place of rest and felt a slight twinge of jealousy. He didn't see her looking on. She lay down and closed the top of her coffin quietly. A new way off life was going to begin for them all. She would help her old dear friend and sometimes lover destroy the family of Brewster's, and afterwards, she hoped she wouldn't have to leave him to start a new life with Datu. However, she knew if she couldn't get on with the new vampire female, that is what would have to transpire. Something akin to a tear laid on Lucky's cheek. She left it there. It brought back memories of when she was human.