Read Online From the Ashes (Witches of The Demon Isle Book 8) by Rachel Humphrey-D'aigle - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Rachel Humphrey-D'aigle
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the finding part. Why does it always come down to the tracking and the hunting part?”
Charlie sighed. “We do need a better way to do that. More things to add to our list of things to get done,” he jibbed. “So how do we find anything in here?”
Melinda searched through the shelves. “Oh, wait, look. It’s organized by subject, and it’s alphabetical.”
“Not on this shelf it isn’t,” pointed out Charlie, looking at another wall of books. “These look like collected anthologies of varied topics.”
“Well I’ll start here, you start there, and let’s see if we can keep from calling the whole thing off…”
“Wow. Jazz standard pun… have we sunk that low?”
“Apparently. Man, I haven’t listened to that song in…” she sighed. “Since William played that jazz record on Christmas last year.”
It was mid-July but the memory gave her a chill.
So much of William in this space.
They shifted through book after book until they’d piled up a fair few. Some the entire book dedicated to the subject, and some with potentially helpful entries on vampires.
It took hours for them to reach this point.
“How is it we’ve lived with a vampire all our lives,” moaned Charlie, “and know so little on the subject?”
“We’re familiar with William, the man,” replied Melinda. “Like how he’d give us the answers we needed rather than have us spend hours reading because he’d already done the research.”
Charlie found no argument to that statement.
“We don’t so much know William, the vampire,” Melinda stated. There was so much about his history they did not know. So many personal details he kept to himself. “But we do know some stuff. Like how to kill one, or subdue one. We know what vampires are capable of. How fast they move, how good they hear. How strong they are. We’re not going into this totally blind.”
Charlie fired out a sharp sigh, impressed. “You’re right. That is a good start. And like you pointed out earlier, it comes down to how to hunt one. Difficult task because of all those talents you pointed out a few seconds ago.”
“Unless we have a spare damsel in distress he happens to be in love with we can use as bait…” it slipped out before her mind even had time to think about it. “Um, please ignore I just said that.”
Horrified. Melinda was instantly horrified.
Where did that come from?
Far too soon to make light…
“Yeah, let’s not have that scenario happen again.” Charlie had no idea what else to say to that. Such a sad, simplistic explanation of what happened. “Sis?” he called out softly when she said nothing. Her face turned away from him. He refused to let her and gently coaxed her back.
“Sorry,” she whispered. Tears rimmed her eyes, but the determination in her pupils ordered them not to fall.
“It’s okay to get upset about it. I’m not judging you for that. Or think you’re, you know…”
“Going to my dark place,” she sniffled with a tight grin. “Otherwise known as the four walls that make up my bedroom.”
“You’re not moving back there.” His tone was certain. “I put that place up for sale. It sold fast. It’s gone for good. That room upstairs is just a place you sleep now.”
She sucked in. Calming herself.
“The book stack is getting high,” she noted, getting back on task.
“That it is. It really is a shame William isn’t here to give us the answers. Kind of like cheating on a test and all this reading will seriously damage my brain.”
“You have a brain in there?” Melinda knocked on his head. “Nothing…” She surmised. Charlie was just trying to make her laugh, and it worked.
“Okay, all joking set aside, this stack is a bit daunting. Will take all night to read through it.”
Michael’s voice rang out from the study entrance.
“You’re worried there might be another attack before we figure out what to do?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’ve got my help for a while.” He was
Charlie sighed. “We do need a better way to do that. More things to add to our list of things to get done,” he jibbed. “So how do we find anything in here?”
Melinda searched through the shelves. “Oh, wait, look. It’s organized by subject, and it’s alphabetical.”
“Not on this shelf it isn’t,” pointed out Charlie, looking at another wall of books. “These look like collected anthologies of varied topics.”
“Well I’ll start here, you start there, and let’s see if we can keep from calling the whole thing off…”
“Wow. Jazz standard pun… have we sunk that low?”
“Apparently. Man, I haven’t listened to that song in…” she sighed. “Since William played that jazz record on Christmas last year.”
It was mid-July but the memory gave her a chill.
So much of William in this space.
They shifted through book after book until they’d piled up a fair few. Some the entire book dedicated to the subject, and some with potentially helpful entries on vampires.
It took hours for them to reach this point.
“How is it we’ve lived with a vampire all our lives,” moaned Charlie, “and know so little on the subject?”
“We’re familiar with William, the man,” replied Melinda. “Like how he’d give us the answers we needed rather than have us spend hours reading because he’d already done the research.”
Charlie found no argument to that statement.
“We don’t so much know William, the vampire,” Melinda stated. There was so much about his history they did not know. So many personal details he kept to himself. “But we do know some stuff. Like how to kill one, or subdue one. We know what vampires are capable of. How fast they move, how good they hear. How strong they are. We’re not going into this totally blind.”
Charlie fired out a sharp sigh, impressed. “You’re right. That is a good start. And like you pointed out earlier, it comes down to how to hunt one. Difficult task because of all those talents you pointed out a few seconds ago.”
“Unless we have a spare damsel in distress he happens to be in love with we can use as bait…” it slipped out before her mind even had time to think about it. “Um, please ignore I just said that.”
Horrified. Melinda was instantly horrified.
Where did that come from?
Far too soon to make light…
“Yeah, let’s not have that scenario happen again.” Charlie had no idea what else to say to that. Such a sad, simplistic explanation of what happened. “Sis?” he called out softly when she said nothing. Her face turned away from him. He refused to let her and gently coaxed her back.
“Sorry,” she whispered. Tears rimmed her eyes, but the determination in her pupils ordered them not to fall.
“It’s okay to get upset about it. I’m not judging you for that. Or think you’re, you know…”
“Going to my dark place,” she sniffled with a tight grin. “Otherwise known as the four walls that make up my bedroom.”
“You’re not moving back there.” His tone was certain. “I put that place up for sale. It sold fast. It’s gone for good. That room upstairs is just a place you sleep now.”
She sucked in. Calming herself.
“The book stack is getting high,” she noted, getting back on task.
“That it is. It really is a shame William isn’t here to give us the answers. Kind of like cheating on a test and all this reading will seriously damage my brain.”
“You have a brain in there?” Melinda knocked on his head. “Nothing…” She surmised. Charlie was just trying to make her laugh, and it worked.
“Okay, all joking set aside, this stack is a bit daunting. Will take all night to read through it.”
Michael’s voice rang out from the study entrance.
“You’re worried there might be another attack before we figure out what to do?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’ve got my help for a while.” He was
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