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Chapter 3: London beckoned songs about money written by machines.


I couldn’t let them see my weakness, so I pretended nothing was wrong. As soon as we were inside morph changed into a red and black snake and curled into place on my arm. The hideout was very different on the inside than it was on the outside. The shack was just the top. Just inside the door was a winding staircase that led into a dark basement. The kitchen was connected to the study and lying on a desk was an open cell phone that seemed to have recorded the fight. In the kitchen that was part of the room was an array of potion ingredients next to a blender. Someone had been trying to mix something and by the smell of it I concluded that it was a pathetic attempt at synthetic blood… or something else. On the other side of the room was a coat rack and weapons chamber.
“Where is the other hurt guy?” I asked
With that they started to lead me through more winding hallways. It was a very large and well-planned base, the small entrance was for protection. There seemed to be a room for everything. Soon we came to a strange-smelling room. There was a bed and he was lying on it. He had weird reddish hair with really long sideburns. He also had a nice face, but it was rather chubby. His glasses were on the nightstand and he was still wearing his hat.
“What’s his name?” They told me it was pat. “May I have my gold knife?” I asked quietly. I took out one of my books on our craft. (Yes, sadly I am still in training) (But they don’t need to know that.) I looked up the healing pentagram and they brought me the knife.
“What are you going to do to him?” Pete asked me, obviously recovered. (Damn that was fast.)
I looked up startled. “You shouldn’t be in this room.”
“Why?” he glared at me and I knew I wasn’t trusted, but I couldn’t just ask him if he was thirsty at the moment, so I conjured up a vial and handed it to him. “Drink this if you want to stay in here.”
“Hey! This is mine where did you get it?!?!?”
“I conjured it from the kitchen counter. Its so you don’t…”
he sighed with hate for those who turned him. “I know,” he said “I get it.” He drank the fluid.
“good” I said “now I can continue with the procedure.” I handed him the book and told him to hold it open for me. I got out another bottle and poured the black liquid onto the knife. Then I picked up pats arm and began to cut the pentagram into his flesh. Then I held my hands over it and made the blood rise up in the shape of the mark. I put it in the bottle that was now half empty. Then I did the same to the other arm. I closed the bottle and shook it.
“do you have any garlic?” I asked? “to counter the venom.” He went and got some and even chopped it for me. He handed it to me 5 min. later and I squeezed it dripping the juice into the bottle. I shook it again and then I gave it to Pete.
“he has to drink this?”
“well duh, would you rather we stick it up his a**?” I retorted.
Pete opened pats mouth and poured the stuff down his throat.
“now we wait” I announced.
“I can tell you’re still a trainee, you’re not fooling anyone.”
I stiffened as he continued.
“you act like you’re ******** invincible, high and mighty, like you’re god, but you have weaknesses.”
“wow genius, how’d ya figure that?”
“I noticed you’re a bad actor.” He replied. Then the question possibly leading to my death. “what are your weaknesses?”
I didn’t want to answer, but this powerful feeling was welling up inside me that told me to trust him, even if he was the worst person to trust. Then I remembered that phrase: ‘loose lips sink ships’
“well s**t, my ship is sunk,” I thought. I took a deep breath and said. “swear that you wont use this information to potentially cause me intense pain or worse, to kill me. And never ever tell anyone.”
“I swear”
“am serious, if you ever tell anyone… there will be people that I will have to kill. It’s happened before”
he leaned in closer to listen to me.
“ill never die form being bitten by a vampire. The blood in my body has no limit. but that is where my first weakness comes in.” I paused, and then, “I can never fall in love with a vampire. If I love then and they bite me, I will die slowly and painfully. There is a way to counter it, but I wont go into that now.” I looked up at Pete. He was very close now. I could see in his eyes that look. I knew what he was thinking. It was a painful pleading feeling full of anguish and rage. It hit me all at once, I couldn’t handle his unbearable sadness. The tears started to fall down my face and be jumped back, startled at my reaction. (im also an empath. When people are close I experience everything they feel.)
“are you afraid of me?” he demanded bitterly.
“no, im feeling what you feel.” I answered softly. “it just hit me all at once.
I should have told you about that, but I don’t think of it as a weakness though sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
“you read minds?” he asked in awe.
“no, I read feelings.” I whispered “I can see into your very soul.”
“are you over it?” he tried to ask something else but was silent when the words wouldn’t come. I knew what they were though. I knew what he wanted. I looked him square in the eyes and I nodded.
“just this once.” I said


~KK