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at the envelope. “Sir, I appreciate what you’ve done for me but I have no experience as a field researcher.”
Mr. Austin held up his hand. “Your parents were loyal members of The Brotherhood, Sean. Being charged with treason will bring shame on your family name.” He grabbed the umbrella from Sean and he walked forward. “After you arrive, you will report to Kenneth via email. He’s now the new Region Leader of Minnesota.”
Sean looked over his shoulder at Kenneth who stood against Mr. Luzier’s limousine. Kenneth waved at him and a feeling of anger ripped through Sean’s mind. That bastard.
“You won’t inform my daughter that you’re coming,” Mr. Austin continued. “You will keep in contact with Kenneth Dearhorn via email and phone. You will sway my daughter away from Dark Sepulcher. Any information from here on out will be about the sanctuary fires and that alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Sean replied in a defeated voice. “I do.”
Mr. Austin nodded. “Don’t mess up this opportunity, Sean.”
Tentatively, Sean unfolded the envelope and peeked inside and found a short stack of bills and a small piece of paper topped by a single plane ticket to Minneapolis.
CHAPTER SIX
A line filled with provocatively dressed young men and women wrapped around the block which led to the front doors of Dark Sepulcher. Veronica froze, shocked to see how the line had grown since her last visit. Perhaps they’d scheduled a special performance for tonight? Had the club’s popularity blossomed so quickly? She took her place in line behind a tall man wearing a ruffled white shirt, black pants, and long artificial nails. Amused, she watched him press his fingers against his fake vampire-style teeth, trying to make them adhere to his natural overbite.
She surveyed the crowd, finding it difficult to separate Deamhan and vampires from humans. Deamhan meticulously disguised themselves with make-up and clothing. And with so many wanna-be humans dressed like vampires, she couldn’t tell one from the other.
The line inched forward. Veronica eavesdropped on several conversations until her gaze met the eyes of two women in line behind her. Except for their height, they looked identical—long brown hair and deep brown eyes. The shorter of the two wore a white mesh shirt revealing a black bra and a white miniskirt. The other wore purple leather pants and a pink tank top.
Twins, Veronica thought. Great.
“Aren’t you cold?” the taller twin asked Veronica.
Surprised, Veronica pointed at herself. “Me?” She knew she wasn’t dressed for Minnesota weather, but neither were they. She no longer owned gloves or a scarf. She sacrificed warmer clothes for club apparel. She shivered then nodded.
“I’ve never seen you here before.” The taller twin’s eyes roved Veronica’s body.
Not again. Veronica wanted to stop the conversation before it started. She turned her back on the twins and stared straight ahead.
“Don’t scare her, sister, especially on her first night here.”
Veronica cringed as they conversed behind her.
The line crept forward and when she reached the front door, the bouncer waved her through without checking her ID. Veronica walked through the curtains and into the stodgy air and interior of Dark Sepulcher. She pushed her way through crowds of contorting dancing bodies, trying to create distance between herself and the Deamhan twins. Music thumped throughout her body.
“You’re back,” a familiar voice said from behind Veronica.
She turned to find the waitress who’d served her the night before.
“You ran out in a hurry the other night,” the waitress stated as she placed a napkin on a nearby table.
“Oh yeah, I-I lost track of time. Sorry about that.” Veronica had no idea why she apologized. She looked over her shoulder. Realizing the twins weren’t following her, she caught her breath and relaxed.
“Wow, you look like you just saw a ghost,” the
Mr. Austin held up his hand. “Your parents were loyal members of The Brotherhood, Sean. Being charged with treason will bring shame on your family name.” He grabbed the umbrella from Sean and he walked forward. “After you arrive, you will report to Kenneth via email. He’s now the new Region Leader of Minnesota.”
Sean looked over his shoulder at Kenneth who stood against Mr. Luzier’s limousine. Kenneth waved at him and a feeling of anger ripped through Sean’s mind. That bastard.
“You won’t inform my daughter that you’re coming,” Mr. Austin continued. “You will keep in contact with Kenneth Dearhorn via email and phone. You will sway my daughter away from Dark Sepulcher. Any information from here on out will be about the sanctuary fires and that alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” Sean replied in a defeated voice. “I do.”
Mr. Austin nodded. “Don’t mess up this opportunity, Sean.”
Tentatively, Sean unfolded the envelope and peeked inside and found a short stack of bills and a small piece of paper topped by a single plane ticket to Minneapolis.
CHAPTER SIX
A line filled with provocatively dressed young men and women wrapped around the block which led to the front doors of Dark Sepulcher. Veronica froze, shocked to see how the line had grown since her last visit. Perhaps they’d scheduled a special performance for tonight? Had the club’s popularity blossomed so quickly? She took her place in line behind a tall man wearing a ruffled white shirt, black pants, and long artificial nails. Amused, she watched him press his fingers against his fake vampire-style teeth, trying to make them adhere to his natural overbite.
She surveyed the crowd, finding it difficult to separate Deamhan and vampires from humans. Deamhan meticulously disguised themselves with make-up and clothing. And with so many wanna-be humans dressed like vampires, she couldn’t tell one from the other.
The line inched forward. Veronica eavesdropped on several conversations until her gaze met the eyes of two women in line behind her. Except for their height, they looked identical—long brown hair and deep brown eyes. The shorter of the two wore a white mesh shirt revealing a black bra and a white miniskirt. The other wore purple leather pants and a pink tank top.
Twins, Veronica thought. Great.
“Aren’t you cold?” the taller twin asked Veronica.
Surprised, Veronica pointed at herself. “Me?” She knew she wasn’t dressed for Minnesota weather, but neither were they. She no longer owned gloves or a scarf. She sacrificed warmer clothes for club apparel. She shivered then nodded.
“I’ve never seen you here before.” The taller twin’s eyes roved Veronica’s body.
Not again. Veronica wanted to stop the conversation before it started. She turned her back on the twins and stared straight ahead.
“Don’t scare her, sister, especially on her first night here.”
Veronica cringed as they conversed behind her.
The line crept forward and when she reached the front door, the bouncer waved her through without checking her ID. Veronica walked through the curtains and into the stodgy air and interior of Dark Sepulcher. She pushed her way through crowds of contorting dancing bodies, trying to create distance between herself and the Deamhan twins. Music thumped throughout her body.
“You’re back,” a familiar voice said from behind Veronica.
She turned to find the waitress who’d served her the night before.
“You ran out in a hurry the other night,” the waitress stated as she placed a napkin on a nearby table.
“Oh yeah, I-I lost track of time. Sorry about that.” Veronica had no idea why she apologized. She looked over her shoulder. Realizing the twins weren’t following her, she caught her breath and relaxed.
“Wow, you look like you just saw a ghost,” the
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