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chose a wife, a peasant girl named Vivian Zokos, who was pregnant with child.   A boy who would be named Micah.   The unborn child’s father was put on a pike like a kabob when he tried to protest.   You see, Damon Caspari is every bit as vicious as his old friend Vlad.”
     
    Zara got up and peered out the window now, feeling quite uneasy.
     
    “Vivian is his mother.”
     
    “Yes,” Twig said.
     
    And Micah chose me,” she said flatly.
     
    “He did.   But we can stop it.   My father speculated that if you could take out Damon, the blood bond would break.”
     
    “Speculated,” Zara said sadly.   “And even if it was all true: take out a warlord vampire?   Just like that huh?”
     
    “Yeah, well, there is something else in his notes.   Something he was working on.   A weapon against those with infected blood.   Something called Liquida Solis .   Liquid sunlight.   One shot of it…and poof.”  
     
    “So…we somehow get this liquid stuff into Damon and I go back to normal, angels sing, and everyone rides off into the sunset?   That’s our plan?”
     
    “Well, you were never really normal,” he said, sitting back next to her.   “But yes.   I think it will undo this…curse or whatever it is.”
     
    “You think,” Zara whispered.   “You also think there is a secret military base under the airport run by the Freemasons.”
     
    “That’s a fact.   I had a friend who worked there.   Said they had all kinds of secret tunnels under—”
     
    Zara cut him off.   “Alright, alright.   Can we just maybe save that discussion for another time and get back to my dilemma? I mean…how do you know it will work? ”
     
    Twig shrugged.   “It’s a theory.   Mostly I’m just going on what I found in my father’s notes, and the movie The Lost Boys .”
     
      “Great.   That’s very reassuring.   My future hangs on some mad ramblings left in a notebook and a 80’s cult classic.”   Zara was starting to look back at her worry over her late history class essay with fond memories.   How small our problems become in the shadow of real dread.  
     
    “You want reassurance?   Maybe you should come down to the Scout.   There’s something I need to show you.”   All the sarcasm in his voice was gone now.   He was dead serious.   Zara gulped.
     

13.
     
    Outside Zara winced at the sunlight. Twig held his hand over the latch to the back door of the Scout.   “A little warning.   What you are about to see is a bit graphic.”  
     
    He flung open the door and Zara saw a white sheet, covering what was obviously a body.   Something was protruding from the chest of the body, and making the sheet stand like a tent.
     
    “Oh god…” Zara said, turning away.
     
    Twig touched her elbow.   “Zara…you have to be strong now.”
     
    She wiped a tear from her eye.   “I am.   Show me.”   She shook off her welling nausea and took a deep breath.  
     
    He nodded.   He looked around, and, convinced there was nobody watching them, uncovered the body.
     
    A young man, with an ivory complexion was looking upward with two lifeless eyes.   A wooden stake was lodged deep into his chest.    Zara knew those eyes—that same metallic blue color she had seen in both Micah’s and Vivian’s eyes.   The young man had a grimace across his face—an expression of frozen agony and torment.
     
    “Meet Jonas Caspari.   Cousin to Micah Caspari.   He was waiting for me in me in the back seat when I left the party.   Damn near took my arm off.”
     
    She touched the boy’s face.   “He’s so young…”
     
    “He’s older than you think,” Twig said. Covering the body back up and closing the door.
     
    She looked at the dead boy’s face.   “I met him,” she muttered.
     
    Twig raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?”
     
    “At the church, I remember now. I saw him biting a girl in one of the upstairs rooms.   I thought they were just…I should of...”  
     
    Twig