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around his absence? They were Fate after all … he frowned. “All right.”
She leaned forward, almost leering at him. “You will embark on a great quest with what we give you tonight. For a decade we will be …” She glanced at the towel around his waist, and grinned toothily, “watching. After that, boyo, you’re on your own.”
With that said the elderly sister of Fate raised her walking stick and slammed it once onto the ground, as though it was a mighty staff. The sweat lodge shook with impact and in the space of a flinch Robert found himself once again alone, the only remnant of the crone’s visit a glowing thread that had appeared in his hand as she disappeared. Knowledge slammed into him, a rockslide of information hammering his mind, and he fainted, falling to the floor of his sweat lodge.
***
Tabitha Magyari
Tabitha slammed into the buffet, hitting the low bar with the small of her back, sending food flying everywhere. She flipped, ignoring the excruciating pain blossoming through her spine, landing on top of the now empty platters.
Bathory was crouched in the train car, fangs bared, fists balled in front of her in a loose and low stance. Her white pantsuit was spotless, and almost too bright for the aged and run down car they were in. “Where did you find the Abomination? Where is it?”
“Screw you, bitch.” Tabitha was careful not to meet the Vampire’s eyes. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Andrew hiding under the table he had been sitting at. That was as close to safe as he would get for now.
“Aw. The little puppy thinks it has more bite than bark. How cute. You will tell me how you secured the help of the Unblooded in New York. Do you need a repeat performance of our dance back there?”
Faster than Tabitha could track the Vampire darted forward and slammed a fist into her midsection. Tabitha went flying backwards, her head slamming into the train wall.
She blinked, dizzy, and saw Bathory’s clawed hand reaching for her face. And then there was blood.
Something even faster than the elder vampire blurred in the space between bloodsucker and wolf, and Bathory’s hand went flying through the air, severed at the wrist.
Bathory danced back, howling in pain, holding her injured arm to chest. A seven foot tall leopard, a werecat wearing only leather pants and a hefty cross on a thick chain, appeared, protectively standing over her. “Back off, lady. These ones are under our protection right now.”
“Peter …” Tabitha smiled weakly.
“Fucking cat!” Bathory hissed.
Tabitha pushed herself up to her elbows and saw a man, covered in midnight blue scales, standing behind Bathory. He savagely raked his claws across her back.
Bathory sensed it coming and spun in place. The blow missed her by centimeters, shredding her white jacket instead of her flesh. Her foot lashed out as she spun, catching the demon square in his chest.
Tabitha could hear his ribs breaking over the noise of the wind howling through the hole in the roof. The demon fell to a knee, snarling, and managed another rake of his claws, catching Bathory’s calf. Vampire blood spattered across floor and tables.
“Fucking KISS! I hate your music!” Bathory kicked the demon in his face, then ducked, dodging Peter’s rush at her. The Werecat was faster than the Vampire, but her senses gave her an edge that non-vampires didn’t have. She slammed an elbow backwards, catching Peter in the gut.
He slid back, reaching down and digging his claws into the floorboards to stop himself.
The four of them stood frozen for a moment, the only sounds the wind howling above and Andrew whimpering under the table. There was a soft click, impossibly audible despite being diminutive.
Loki stepped out of the bathroom. Raising an eyebrow, he took in the scene. “You.” He pointed at Bathory. “Leave.”
Loki flicked his finger and the Vampire vanished with a small sucking sound followed by a pop.
Loki collapsed to one knee
She leaned forward, almost leering at him. “You will embark on a great quest with what we give you tonight. For a decade we will be …” She glanced at the towel around his waist, and grinned toothily, “watching. After that, boyo, you’re on your own.”
With that said the elderly sister of Fate raised her walking stick and slammed it once onto the ground, as though it was a mighty staff. The sweat lodge shook with impact and in the space of a flinch Robert found himself once again alone, the only remnant of the crone’s visit a glowing thread that had appeared in his hand as she disappeared. Knowledge slammed into him, a rockslide of information hammering his mind, and he fainted, falling to the floor of his sweat lodge.
***
Tabitha Magyari
Tabitha slammed into the buffet, hitting the low bar with the small of her back, sending food flying everywhere. She flipped, ignoring the excruciating pain blossoming through her spine, landing on top of the now empty platters.
Bathory was crouched in the train car, fangs bared, fists balled in front of her in a loose and low stance. Her white pantsuit was spotless, and almost too bright for the aged and run down car they were in. “Where did you find the Abomination? Where is it?”
“Screw you, bitch.” Tabitha was careful not to meet the Vampire’s eyes. Out of her peripheral vision she could see Andrew hiding under the table he had been sitting at. That was as close to safe as he would get for now.
“Aw. The little puppy thinks it has more bite than bark. How cute. You will tell me how you secured the help of the Unblooded in New York. Do you need a repeat performance of our dance back there?”
Faster than Tabitha could track the Vampire darted forward and slammed a fist into her midsection. Tabitha went flying backwards, her head slamming into the train wall.
She blinked, dizzy, and saw Bathory’s clawed hand reaching for her face. And then there was blood.
Something even faster than the elder vampire blurred in the space between bloodsucker and wolf, and Bathory’s hand went flying through the air, severed at the wrist.
Bathory danced back, howling in pain, holding her injured arm to chest. A seven foot tall leopard, a werecat wearing only leather pants and a hefty cross on a thick chain, appeared, protectively standing over her. “Back off, lady. These ones are under our protection right now.”
“Peter …” Tabitha smiled weakly.
“Fucking cat!” Bathory hissed.
Tabitha pushed herself up to her elbows and saw a man, covered in midnight blue scales, standing behind Bathory. He savagely raked his claws across her back.
Bathory sensed it coming and spun in place. The blow missed her by centimeters, shredding her white jacket instead of her flesh. Her foot lashed out as she spun, catching the demon square in his chest.
Tabitha could hear his ribs breaking over the noise of the wind howling through the hole in the roof. The demon fell to a knee, snarling, and managed another rake of his claws, catching Bathory’s calf. Vampire blood spattered across floor and tables.
“Fucking KISS! I hate your music!” Bathory kicked the demon in his face, then ducked, dodging Peter’s rush at her. The Werecat was faster than the Vampire, but her senses gave her an edge that non-vampires didn’t have. She slammed an elbow backwards, catching Peter in the gut.
He slid back, reaching down and digging his claws into the floorboards to stop himself.
The four of them stood frozen for a moment, the only sounds the wind howling above and Andrew whimpering under the table. There was a soft click, impossibly audible despite being diminutive.
Loki stepped out of the bathroom. Raising an eyebrow, he took in the scene. “You.” He pointed at Bathory. “Leave.”
Loki flicked his finger and the Vampire vanished with a small sucking sound followed by a pop.
Loki collapsed to one knee
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