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and reached out to stead himself against the wall.
Peter walked back to Tabitha and reached out a hand to help her, shifting back to his human form as he did. “What the hell did you just do, man?”
Loki shook his head, trying to steady his vision. “I banished her. I don’t have power over those not tied to Fate, so that took a lot of juice. Couldn’t let her see that I’m not as strong as I used to be though.”
Tabitha rushed over to the Andrew, helping him out from under the table. She clutched her young ward tight, stroking his hair to calm down his shivers.
Gene stood up, still in his scaled form, holding his nose. Blood dripped down his chin. “I think she broke my damn nose. Why didn’t you just take her to fucking task? Rip her damn head off?”
Loki smiled. “For one, to risk her shedding even one drop of blood in a way that she could lick it up … you don’t want that to happen. Just trust me. And two, frankly, it’s more fun this way.”
“Fun? Are you insane?” Tabitha looked back over her shoulder at the exhausted god.
“Yes, I am. But you didn’t ask the important question.” Reaching forward, he picked up the Vampire’s severed hand. He started toying with the fingers.
“And what would that be?” She replied.
“Where did I banish her to?” With another popping sound, the hand vanished.
***
Elizabeth Bathory
Elizabeth held her still attached hand over her nose, plugging it as best she could as she struggled to fight her way out of the chest high manure heap. The smell was god-awful, and yet another pantsuit was ruined beyond all hope.
Growling to herself, she mumbled, “I will end you Loki. Rip your throat out and drink your blood till you are empty. Ungh.”
As she stepped forward through the squelching mess, her severed hand appeared in the air before her, middle finger extended. It fell into the manure and vanished with a gloop.
***
1989
***
Peter Criss
Light breezes swept in both directions at the intersection, cooling the otherwise hot day. Peter shook his head, still surprised that both Ian and the werewolves would end up in Denver by complete happenstance. He was the only one who knew the child’s location, and since he had just finished helping Ace with his new album, he figured he could detour on his way to L.A. to check up on the kid.
He spotted Ian sitting outside his middle school, on the front steps during the lunch hour. A grin crossed his lips. The kid was precocious, sitting by himself and using a clunky tape recorder. Peter opened his senses and listened.
“… sitting in class and Mike popped Mrs. Loqa with a spitball. He didn’t get caught. Trisha got blamed instead. Mom, if you sneak into my room and listen to this, don’t tell Mrs. Loqa. I plan on getting Mike to leave Ryan alone and stop stealing his lunch money. If you tell it’ll spoil everything. Back to my notes on the day.…”
Peter stifled a laugh. Ian was doing just fine.
***
Mina & Lilith
The streets of Albuquerque were empty, with only the light of the moon keeping the buildings company at three a.m. on the moonless night. A figure walked out of an alley next to one of the few open shops in the city and into the shop.
Mina approached the counter, studying the menu as she walked through the mostly empty cafe. Jonathan was in the alley, disposing of the animals they had drained, and would appreciate the coffee to cleanse his palate. Neither of them had ever gotten used to the taste of blood. Of their original group of friends, the only one who had embraced the change had been Van Helsing.
He had snapped, become something bestial. She shuddered at the memory.
The barista walked up to the register. She was a mousy woman, pretty, but she was hiding her face behind her brown hair and she was tucked in on herself like she was uncomfortable with the amount of space she occupied in the world. “Can I help you?”
Mina glanced at her name badge. “Hi, Lilly, can I get a café
Peter walked back to Tabitha and reached out a hand to help her, shifting back to his human form as he did. “What the hell did you just do, man?”
Loki shook his head, trying to steady his vision. “I banished her. I don’t have power over those not tied to Fate, so that took a lot of juice. Couldn’t let her see that I’m not as strong as I used to be though.”
Tabitha rushed over to the Andrew, helping him out from under the table. She clutched her young ward tight, stroking his hair to calm down his shivers.
Gene stood up, still in his scaled form, holding his nose. Blood dripped down his chin. “I think she broke my damn nose. Why didn’t you just take her to fucking task? Rip her damn head off?”
Loki smiled. “For one, to risk her shedding even one drop of blood in a way that she could lick it up … you don’t want that to happen. Just trust me. And two, frankly, it’s more fun this way.”
“Fun? Are you insane?” Tabitha looked back over her shoulder at the exhausted god.
“Yes, I am. But you didn’t ask the important question.” Reaching forward, he picked up the Vampire’s severed hand. He started toying with the fingers.
“And what would that be?” She replied.
“Where did I banish her to?” With another popping sound, the hand vanished.
***
Elizabeth Bathory
Elizabeth held her still attached hand over her nose, plugging it as best she could as she struggled to fight her way out of the chest high manure heap. The smell was god-awful, and yet another pantsuit was ruined beyond all hope.
Growling to herself, she mumbled, “I will end you Loki. Rip your throat out and drink your blood till you are empty. Ungh.”
As she stepped forward through the squelching mess, her severed hand appeared in the air before her, middle finger extended. It fell into the manure and vanished with a gloop.
***
1989
***
Peter Criss
Light breezes swept in both directions at the intersection, cooling the otherwise hot day. Peter shook his head, still surprised that both Ian and the werewolves would end up in Denver by complete happenstance. He was the only one who knew the child’s location, and since he had just finished helping Ace with his new album, he figured he could detour on his way to L.A. to check up on the kid.
He spotted Ian sitting outside his middle school, on the front steps during the lunch hour. A grin crossed his lips. The kid was precocious, sitting by himself and using a clunky tape recorder. Peter opened his senses and listened.
“… sitting in class and Mike popped Mrs. Loqa with a spitball. He didn’t get caught. Trisha got blamed instead. Mom, if you sneak into my room and listen to this, don’t tell Mrs. Loqa. I plan on getting Mike to leave Ryan alone and stop stealing his lunch money. If you tell it’ll spoil everything. Back to my notes on the day.…”
Peter stifled a laugh. Ian was doing just fine.
***
Mina & Lilith
The streets of Albuquerque were empty, with only the light of the moon keeping the buildings company at three a.m. on the moonless night. A figure walked out of an alley next to one of the few open shops in the city and into the shop.
Mina approached the counter, studying the menu as she walked through the mostly empty cafe. Jonathan was in the alley, disposing of the animals they had drained, and would appreciate the coffee to cleanse his palate. Neither of them had ever gotten used to the taste of blood. Of their original group of friends, the only one who had embraced the change had been Van Helsing.
He had snapped, become something bestial. She shuddered at the memory.
The barista walked up to the register. She was a mousy woman, pretty, but she was hiding her face behind her brown hair and she was tucked in on herself like she was uncomfortable with the amount of space she occupied in the world. “Can I help you?”
Mina glanced at her name badge. “Hi, Lilly, can I get a café
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