Fate of the Blood Moon's Path (8 page)

“Goodnight my Angel.” I heard him smile. I rolled my eyes and started to run towards my house.

My father was standing on the porch smoking a pipe watching the rain drip down off of the porch roof.

“Said your goodnights?” He grinned.

“You were watching weren’t you? You peeping chief.” I smiled at him.

“I’m not too fond of that boy, you know that. He’s trouble.”

“So am I.”

“But you know better, you’re almost four hundred years old Angel.”

“Keep reminding me how old I am.” I laughed.

“I will be leaving in the morning for a council.” He sat down on the rocking chair.

“What’s the council for?” I asked, leaning against the rail.

“Stuff.” He took a puff.

“Stuff? Why all the secrets father?” I crossed my arms.

“No secrets. I will tell you eventually.” He took another puff.

“Alright. You keep your secrets old man.” I smiled, he smiled back, “I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.” I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight father.”

“Goodnight daughter of mine.”

It had been three days since my father left for the council meeting, and I have not heard anything from him about the meeting.

Two O’clock in the morning, and I still haven’t slept. Lately I just lay there and stare at the ceiling or listen to the thoughts run around in my head. Maybe I should take up drinking like some of the older men here. I see them pass right out after they have had a few too many.

“Angel.” I heard a whisper come from my window. I groaned. It was James.

I got up and walked over to the window and opened it further so that he could come in. With a swift jump he made it from the ground, up to my window sill.

“What are you doing? We do have a front door.”

“I don’t want to use the front door. I like the idea of the whole knight in shining armor coming in with my noble steed and rescuing the damsel in distress.” He grinned.

“Yup. I’m pretty sure that I’m not in distress.” I crossed my arms.

“Sure?”

“Pretty sure.” I started to walk back towards my bed.

“Get back here.”

“No.”

“Yes.” He grabbed my hand and turned me back around towards him. “I have really missed you Angel.”

“I kind of missed you.” I said, trying to be a smart ass. It usually worked-- for a few minutes.

“I’m being serious. You never come hang out with us anymore. Just the other night when we ran, but you didn’t stay very long.” He reached down and took my face in his hands. His big hands practically fit around my whole face. He kissed me with one of those deep kisses that made me weak in the knees.

“Mmmm…No.” I said trying to get away from him.

“Angel. Please. You don’t know what you do to us men. I mean look at you.” He motioned with his hands and did that whole grin again.

I looked down at myself, “Oh yea, look at me. Wearing an old black t-shirt that’s nicely worn out. Yes, that’s sexy.” I failed at making my sexy face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, you don’t know what you do to us women.” I laughed mockingly. Looking him up and down, wearing cut off khaki pants and a black wife beater tank.

He leaned forward and put his arms out lifting me onto him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I felt my heart start pounding, and if I’d had any pigment in me, my face would be flushed. We just stayed like this for a few moments, holding onto one another and breathing each other in. I put my face down into his neck which probably wasn’t a very good idea considering that I wanted to just sink my teeth into him. I refrained, pulling my face back up to look at him.

He leaned again in towards me and started kissing me very, very deeply. His hands were wandering wherever he could get them. After a few minutes we stopped for a breather. We both laughed.

I took my arms and lowered them around his waist, removing his black tank and throwing it across the room. He walked over to my bed and set me on it taking my old t-shirt off and throwing it across the room with his. He picked me up again.

“I could’ve done that.” I stated, motioning to my shirt on the floor. He laughed.

We were finally alone after all these months of my father around and the other five guys.

He had me back in his arms, no clothes and lots of kissing. He threw me hard against the wall. He grinned at me. I didn’t even notice the picture frame behind me had smashed to the floor and the glass was all over the place.

My teeth came out and I tried to hide them. I couldn’t help it.

“Do it.” He said, looking me in the eyes, “Do it…”

And I did. Without hesitation. I bit him. My teeth sank right into his neck, and it was wonderful. It had been a long time since I have had any blood from a person, let alone a Werewolf. It was fabulous. Pure ecstasy. After a few minutes of drinking his blood I licked the wound clean, and it healed instantly. One, he’s a Werewolf so he heals quickly, and two, saliva from a hybrid helps heal the wound.

I screamed in pleasure, and growled so loud, we laughed at each other for it too. He threw us both onto the bed out of breath…I don’t want to bore you with the rest of the details from that night. All you need to know is that it was amazing.

“Shit.” He said breathlessly.

“What?” I asked him out of breath.

“You see what I mean when I say you don’t know what it is you do to us men?” He laughed. We laid there talking for awhile about anything and everything like we used to. Then we fell asleep in each others arms.

It was amazing that he accepted me for who I was, and for what I was. He didn’t judge me. He just didn’t care about the fact that I was half Vampyre. He got me, he saw me. I never had to explain myself to him. That’s what us ladies want in a man. Take me as I am. And he did.

Angel.

4.

Wild Daisies and the Cherokee Rose.

Present Time.

When I awoke the next morning James was gone. In his place was one wild daisy sitting on top the black pillow case. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I sat up and looked around my room to survey the damage. This is when I saw the shattered glass all over the floor.

“Angel?” I heard my fathers voice coming from outside in the hall. “Are you awake?” He was now closer to my door.

“Yea. Yes, I’ll be right out.” I yelled back in a sort of panic.

I ran around trying to find some clothes to put on. I decided on a worn out pair of jeans and a black tank top, then slipped into my flip flops. I looked out the window before I went down stairs. There were police cars out front and the police were talking to people.
What the hell?
I ran down the stairs and collided into my father who was coming out of the kitchen and going towards the front door.

“What’s going on?” I asked him as I steadied myself. The run in didn’t phase him one bit.

“Dead human bodies were found this morning out in the woods near a camp site.” He stated and kept walking. I followed him out onto the front porch.

“Chief Fowler. Can we steal a few moments of your time this morning?” The officer with the name tag
Paul
asked. I was standing still next to the shut screened door listening very carefully.

“Sure, sure.” He said with his
I’m all ears
voice.

“Have any of your people been up the trails the past few days? Up near the meadow?” He asked. I saw my father tense a little bit. They didn’t notice it, but I did. “We know you’ve been away the past few days.” He finished.
They’ve been keeping an eye on us?

“I don’t think my people have gone up there lately, no. That is not our land. That land belongs to someone else.”

“I see. Do you recognize any of these people?” He asked my father shoving a pile of pictures into his hands. The other officer whose name tag said
Mike
, just stood there and watched curiously to see my fathers reaction. It was the whole good cop, bad cop thing.

“Can’t say that I have.” My father studied the photos not making a face or showing any emotion at the mutilated bodies. I saw the pictures from over his shoulder. It wasn’t too much of a shocker. I had seen worse, or well, done worse.

“I see. Well, if you could just keep your people in the village and down off the trails until we figure out what is going on up there, that would be great.” He tipped his hat to my father and turned around, walking back down the steps to the car.

“Will do.” He stood there and watched the police leave the area. He didn’t move until he saw the tail lights disappear completely.

He stood like a statue with his arms crossed looking around at the village. His eyes settled on The Six, all sitting across the small road in the village, on Chris’s front porch. He finally turned and looked at me after seeing the last of the tail lights and ignoring the Six.

“Hmm.” He made a noise, “You want some breakfast?” He opened the door and let me walk in before him.

“Sure.” I said walking to the kitchen and sitting down.

“Here.” He handed me a plate. Breakfast was already served up. Bacon, eggs, and toast all on the plate.

“Looks good.” I started to devour it.
Yum.

“When you went running the other night,” He started with his mouth full not looking up at me, “Where did you go?”
“If you’re asking if we killed anyone or came across any dead bodies, no we didn’t. But we did smell some blood. We didn’t make much of it.” I shoved some egg into my mouth, “Where have you been the past few days with the council?” I threw a quick question out at him.

“I wasn’t going to accuse anyone. I know it wasn’t any of our people. I was with the council and that’s all you need to know for now.”

“How do you know our people didn’t do it?” I asked him, then paused to ask another question, “Why was there a council meeting?”

“Because our kind, once shifted, don’t exactly tear out the throats, not like that anyways.”

“Not like that? Like in the photos?” I asked.

“You shouldn’t have looked at those.” He took a sip out of his coffee mug. It was all gone, and he looked into his cup like he was disappointed.

“Here.” I got up and grabbed the coffee pot, pouring him some more.

“Thanks.” He smiled, “And yes, not like that, like in the photos. We don’t attack people, we know better. There is only one creature who feasts on human blood.”

“You can’t be serious? Are the Vampyres getting messy? Why would they leave a bloody mess behind on human land?”

“I suppose they want to start trouble again.”

“What then?” I asked, putting the last of my breakfast in my mouth.

“I will decide what to do later on after consulting with more of the council and the Elders. Just stay out of the woods and keep your boys at bay.” He gave a half smile.

“And what of the council father?”

“You need not worry about the council daughter.” He stood up grabbing my empty plate and placing them into the sink. “In two nights we will have our council here around the fire.”

I just sat there not really knowing what to say. I stared at the floor realizing how dirty it actually was. The cracks between the tiles were really quite gross. I shook myself out of it.

“Alright. I will stay out of the forest father.” I said.

He nodded towards me and stepped towards the back door, “I will be out for the day Angel. See you later tonight.” The back door shut.

“Ok.” I said to myself.

Well, I guess I better get something done inside today. First thing I know that I have to do is clean up the glass from the picture frame upstairs. That picture was a gift from my father when I was a little girl.

The photo, it was beautiful. It was of the meadow, past the woods, on our lands. It was where my mother had died. I know, a morbid gift from father to daughter right? He had thought it would keep her memory close to me. In truth, it has. Yet, it hasn’t. I don’t know what she looks like, except for what he tells me of her.

I stood there looking at the photo for a bit, taking the whole frame apart and just threw all of the glass away; even the glass that was all over the floor. I hung the photo back on the wall and stared at it. A meadow full of daisies.

It is so hard for me to imagine those flowers being made imperfect by blood splatters. It’s hard for me to imagine a life without those flowers. Maybe those flowers and that meadow are blessed. And maybe they are cursed. Should I stay out of the forest? Should I stay away from the meadows? What is really going on out there in the forest? Why have the killings started again?

If the Vampyres were going about this the wrong way to get my people into trouble, to get them caught, would I just have to surrender myself to them? Wave my white flag around on the borders and step over? This war between us would have never started in the first place if it wasn’t for my arrival.

I have never heard of any stories before I was born that even once implied that they were enemies. Was it all my fault? Can I blame both of my parents, or only single someone out? They cannot help that they fell for each other can they? One cannot help who they love. Would human kind kill the other’s family to try and kill the one thing that has made their daughter or son happy? William Shakespeare wrote a story about it, with Romeo and Juliet. A family feud, long before the two met. “My only love sprung from my only hate.” Another tragic ending. He must have known my parents and their families. And something that we’re not, is that what we are taught to fear? There should only be fear in fear itself.

Why would anyone wish this upon anyone else? I didn’t understand this. It is true. One cannot help who they fall for. The love at first sight, and the way people are born. They know exactly who they are meant for and what there life will be like the moment they take in the cold air. You know who you are what you are. It is true.