Blogophilia 13.10 – Honeymoon Part 4
It’s time again for Blogophilia, the fun blog group where Martien gives participants prompts to use in their weekly posting. This week’s prompts are:
Continuing the story from the last three weeks. I had planned to start working on my Executioner stories with next week’s blogophilia, so I may post the remaining pieces of this one as non-blogophilia posts.
Anyway, Verchiel has intruded on Jorick and Katelina’s honeymoon and dumped a vampiress named Sharon on them – a vampiress whose cruel master is hunting her. What is his plan? Does he even know?
They fell into silence. Katelina knew she should suggest some kind of entertainment, but she couldn’t think of one. It had been hard enough to find things for Maeko and her boys to do, and they were happy just talking or playing games. There was a TV shoved in the corner that Katelina had made Jorick buy, but they couldn’t get any channels. She assumed they needed some kind of booster antenna, but the specifics escaped her, and the employee at the twenty-four hour big box store seemed to know even less than she did. “Come back in the daytime,” he’d suggested, like that was going to happen.
The door thumped open and closed, and Verchiel appeared, looking ruffled, a cut on one cheek.
Sharon leapt to her feet. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He waved her off and turned to Jorick. “I ran into Eli.”
“And?” Katelina demanded.
Verchiel seemed to suddenly notice Maeko and the knot of males. “Oh! You have company! How rude. I-”
“You can do that later,” Katelina snapped. “So, about this Eli guy?”
Verchiel touched his cheek and looked surprised at the crimson on his fingers. “Ah. Yes. I ran into him. It wasn’t much of a fight, not a tooth and nail brawl or anything, but he made his opinion known.”
“Did you kill him?” Verchiel shook his head no, and Sharon’s hands fluttered, like a distressed butterfly. “What am I going to do?”
He moved to lay a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not the end of the world.”
“But it is! You said if he took it before the Lesser Council they’d rule in his favor.”
“They would,” Jorick agreed.
“But it won’t come to that. We just need to negotiate.” Verchiel’s cheerful façade flickered and Katelina saw something in his eyes. “You won’t like it, but he’s requested a meeting.”
“What?” Sharon stepped away. “You didn’t agree?”
The redhead shrugged. “It won’t hurt to see what he has to say. Unless you have a better idea?”
“You should have killed him!” Sharon moaned and covered her face. “You don’t understand, I can’t see him!”
Katelina felt the crush of her fear; paralyzing and cold, like being encased in ice and powerless to break free. When she’d wanted to be a mind reader, this wasn’t what she’d had in mind. Not mine, she told herself firmly. Not mine.
Maeko stepped to Sharon’s side and gently patted her back. “Sharon-san will not be alone. We will be there.”
“He won’t be alone, either,” Sharon muttered into her hands. “He’ll have Robin and-and Zeke,” she whispered the name with a shudder. Her voice hardened and she added, “And Dilana.”
“I don’t know who will be there,” Verchiel admitted. “But I’m sure we can handle anyone he brings.” He looked to Jorick for conformation, but the dark vampire only grunted.
“Anyway,” the redhead went on, his usual cheerfulness back. “We agreed to meet at Loren’s house tomorrow evening, and hour after sunset. We’ll talk to him, and convince him to let you go. He can’t keep you forever. After all, change is the essential process of all existence.”
“He’ll never agree to it,” Sharon said bitterly. “And the rest will take his side.”
“We’ll see.” Verchiel gave her a wink. “It might turn out better than you think.”
Sharon wailed and Maeko gently led her out of the room. “Come, Sharon-san, you would like to rest, yes?”
Their footsteps trailed away. Hikaru frowned after his mistress, and flicked long black hair back from his face. “I do not like this.”
“Neither do I,” Takeshi agreed, leaning on his cane, his bright orange hair like a miniature sunburst in the gloomy room.
“I’m sure it will be fine.” Verchiel rubbed his hands together. “Who wants a snack? After my little tussle, I could use a bite.” His eyes wandered towards the still human Ryuu and then away.
Jorick gave a low growl. “We haven’t agreed to harbor her, or to help.”
“You’d turn her away?” Verchiel asked with mock outrage.
“In case you missed it, Katelina and I are supposed to be on our honeymoon!”
Verchiel chuckled. “Honeymoon? Here? You’re right, I missed it, and I bet she did too. A honeymoon is supposed to be somewhere exotic and romantic, not just hiding out in your house.” He tipped Jorick a wink then evaporated before Jorick could kill him.
Maeko left Sharon on the air mattress in the guest room, as Jorick was calling the old junk room. The amenities included some stacks of boxes, an old bicycle, and two air mattresses. It wasn’t what Katelina would call luxurious.
“It’s like camping!” Maeko had assured them when they’d shown it to her. “It is perfect.”
But of course she’d say that.
Katelina didn’t understand the quiet conference the vampiress had with her boys. They spoke in rapid Japanese, breaking now and then to nod. If they’d been human, she’d have been able to pull a sense of meaning from their words, a kind of low level mind reading. As it was, she was able to guess enough, added together with their facial expressions, to give her the gist. Hikaru and Takeshi cautioned against involvement – they were visitors in a foreign country, set to leave in two days. Did they want to risk casualties, or entanglement that might delay them? Maeko, meanwhile, assured them everything would be fine, that they worried too much, and that it was their duty to help.
Though Katelina hated to say it, she almost agreed with the guys.
Topic: Lisa Conrad
Bonus: Jay Sole, Tyler Myrth
1) Hanging on, 2) holding on, 3) upside down, 4) like a bat, 5) tastes like chicken, 6) fairy in disguise, 7) fluttery, 8) hanging out, 9) just chilling, 10) Mind if I stop here?, 11) tattered, 12) beat up but still beautiful, 13) bruised but not broken, 14) taking a rest.