Friday, June 2, 2017

Chapter 10 of Book 1 of 3 as a sample read

At 10:00 p.m. they left Demetrio’s house and walked down the narrow ancient stone streets until they came to a street called Mesones, where they took a left and walked past several clubs, shops and restaurants until they reached their destination.  Bekka made a mental note to return to the many restaurants they were passing by to try the culinary arts of San Miguel de Allende.

La Noche Piano Lounge was in the portal of Casa Linda, an elegant Boutique Hotel that also had an authentic Mexican restaurant called Bugambilia and a rooftop lounge, The Sunset Bar.  The piano lounge was decorated like a New Orleans bordello. The chairs and booths were upholstered in a vibrant red and from the ceiling hung several low- lighted crystal chandlers. The bar opened at 10 every night and soon filled with all sorts of people, mostly expats enjoying the piano player and the featured singer, and owner, Julia. At dinner Sister Helga had explained that Julia arrived in the new world with Demetrio’s family. She had been alone on the same ship from Spain and his family had protected her. Then she followed them to Mexico City and finally followed him to San Miguel de Allende. If things had been normal, if they themselves had been normal, they might have been lovers, but they had no time to develop that kind of relationship since their days and nights conflicted and Demetrio’s father would not let him wear the pendant.  After midnight a few lucky ones took home a lover, or a couple shared a nice evening together listening to the music and sharing drinks. About 1:30 the Night Vampires and the brujas started to arrive. Pale-faced and dressed in black, they gathered in the lounge followed by their human servants. Susana, Rebe and Bekka arrived well-dressed for their first evening out, but were the only mature women there. All three felt uncomfortable because the young Night Vampires stared openly at them. “Who the fuck do they think they’re looking at?” sneered Susana. She was right, the place was full, and everyone seemed to be sending condescending glances at the three, and Rebe asked, “Why the hell did we have to come here? We’ve already had our blood.  This looks like a scene from a Hollywood movie about Vampires.”  Bekka was not dismayed in the least; she seemed rather excited by all of the people and reasoned, “Sister Helga said Julia would meet us here to tell us a few more things about our new lives.”

“Oh, quit it,” said Susana, “You just want to get a drink, dance, and maybe hypnotize a man or all of them.  They’re all looking at you.” Bekka took a drink off the barmaid’s tray, heavy with red, crystal, wine glasses full to the brim with red or white wine. As she walked by, Bekka took a sip of the wine and said, “Sorry Susana, there’s no beer for you or mango margaritas for Rebe, only red or white wine.” The hostess overheard Bekka and pointed to the barmaid, snapped her fingers and said, “Make it happen!”

 “Thank you,” said Rebe, “I love the mangoes here in Mexico.” The hostess brightened and said, “Yes, how true,” her eyes were practically glowing. “The mangoes we use in our club are from Chiapas. They’re called ‘Butter Mangoes,’ the best in the world. I am also from Chiapas, it’s beautiful there.” The songstress finished her song and let the pianist play on while she made her way over to the three. Bekka noticed how tall she was and then she remembered that Julia was from Spain. She had a slim figure and her pale skin contrasted beautifully against her shiny black hair. She smiled before she spoke and her white fangs looked dangerously sharp. “Hola ladies, welcome to my humble lounge, how do you like it?”

“Nice drinks, great music and I love how you’ve decorated the place,” said Bekka. Rebe couldn’t read Julia’s mind. In fact, she couldn’t make out any particular voices in the lounge, just a smattering of disconnected words here and there. Nonsense words. She wasn’t sure if the establishment or the people themselves hindered her abilities. She wondered if she would be able to differentiate between the Night Vampires and the brujas. They all looked the same to her right now, pale skin, long black hair, young and dressed in black. She could sense their presence and feel their power, but could not break into their minds. Even without telepathy Rebe could feel the magic around Julia sweeping off her like a wave of fresh air. She could also feel the cold evil of some of the patrons. She turned to Julia and said, “It’s quite nice, I like Jazz.” Susana thought, “You liar, you hate Jazz.” Rebe sneered at her. “Are your fangs always that long and white?” asked Susana. Julia placed her hand over her mouth and said, “All the better to eat you with, my dear.” Susana’s eyes widened and Julia giggled, “Just kidding, quite the faux-pas.” Then she relaxed and sat down between them to ease their nervousness. She licked her teeth and they became normal, “Is this better?”

“I guess so,” said Susana, “it doesn’t really matter to me anyway, but why don’t I get fangs?”  Julia seemed to think that was the funniest question ever posed and started laughing and pointing at Susana as though they had known each other forever.  Her laughter was so warm and infectious that they all started laughing though they had no idea why.  Between snorts of laughter Rebe spurted out, “Why is that funny?”  Her snorts made the other three women laugh even harder and she said, still laughing but a bit defensively, “I know I snort when I laugh, that’s why I rarely laugh.” 

“It’s just that,” said Julia, “it’s just that you are of the light, why would you need to control your fangs?” Susana asked, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Because you aren’t predators, silly, you’re cerebral and contemplative.”  Susana did not look convinced, “But we drink blood, we did, already we did that.”

“Yeah, we did,” said Bekka, “and we could have even killed someone.”

“Then your fangs were out,” said Julia, “you just don’t remember.  They will work when they need to work.  It’s different for you.  My, you are so new, you ask questions that babies would ask.  It’s so adorable.”

The pianist played quietly enough for everyone to enjoy conversation and Julia told them about her history with Demetrio. She spoke so fondly of him that Bekka thought, “That skinny bitch probably screwed him once or twice during all those
hundreds of years.” Then Julia said, “I can’t wait till he gets back, so we can talk, I haven’t seen him in ages. I heard Rose is back also, but I haven’t seen her either. Maybe they are getting back together. That would be good for your breed. There’s a prophecy about a White Vampire born from the pure blood of both male and female. I don’t remember the prophecy exactly but I will think about it for you.” Bekka tensed, “Well, he did go to meet her for a little romantic rendezvous in Merida and, I hate to be the one to inform you, but she killed him. She ripped his heart out and took his pendant.” Julia’s eyes grew large and her skin turned red as she digested the sad news and the callous way Bekka had delivered it. She felt sorry for Demetrio, that he had surrounded himself with such people. He must have been very lonely. For that reason alone Julia shed a sparkling red tear and let it run down her chiseled face, wondering if killing these three would be doing a favor for her old friend. She looked at them from left to right. Susana seemed sad and lost, Rebe was crying silently and then she observed Bekka’s tense body and saw her swollen, bloodshot eyes and pale face, and realized that Bekka was trying hard not to become emotional. Lovers, she thought, Bekka was his lover. Maybe they were worthy companions after all. She then said, “That’s terrible, he and I have been friends for a long, long time. I will miss him. Rose will pay for this. I promise you.” She paused, not wanting to dwell on Rose and came back to the matter at hand, “Sister Helga asked me to answer some questions for you. I would like to do that and then just retire to my home to grieve over the loss of my long-time friend.” Rebe blew her nose into a black and red cloth napkin and shot an apologetic look at Julia who nodded forgiveness and asked, “So why don’t you mind hunting in San Miguel de Allende, while Demetrio refused to hunt here?” Julia lifted her sinuous right arm; palms open to the crowd and said, “It’s all of these people, the expats and the brujas. Demetrio couldn’t stand the blood here; it’s strange and tasted bad to him. I don’t know if it has something to do with the physical elements of this town or if the blood here became somehow infected long ago. I can taste what he meant, but the taste doesn’t affect me in the same way, the blood of this population tastes briny, as if you licked the sand after a wave had just deposited it on the beach. The sand itself isn’t bad, but there are elements in it that could probably make you sick if you had a touchy tum tum. That’s the best way to explain it instead of saying something more sophisticated and scientific.” Rebe felt light-hearted for the first time in the past two weeks and asked Julia, “Are you working some Vampire mojo on me to make me like you?”

“No, no mojo, I’m just trying to explain it in a way that makes sense to you, children of the light,” Julia laughed and batted her eyes in Rebe’s direction and every one giggled.  Rebe’s mango margarita and Susana’s cold beer came at the same time. “Oh, my dear, Rebe, you won’t like the blood here. That drink was made with butter mangoes; most Vampires can’t stand the sweetness. We buy a few every week for the tourists and the expats and if we run out we have an agreement with The Sunset Bar on the roof to serve drinks and tapas to our customers.” Rebe said, “I liked them before I became what I am though.” Julia interrupted her and said, “So you’ve accepted the fact that you’re Vampires?”

“Yes,” said Rebe “there’s nothing to be done about it. I don’t think we can even kill ourselves to get out of this state.” Julia replied, “You would have to ask someone to cut your heart out, and that person would answer to me for the deed. Or you can stand in the full moon’s rays. Or just don’t hunt to fulfill your hunger for blood. Without Demetrio I am your protector while you are living in this town, I take the position willingly along with the responsibility. Sister Helga can watch over you during the day, and I’ll watch over you, or have someone stationed at your house, during the night.” Bekka asked why they needed protection, and Julia responded, “Because you have enemies about whom you know nothing, enemies that would love to rip your hearts out, or get you to drink bad blood, or tie you to a stake and let the moon’s rays destroy you. Your blood is magic, but you don’t understand this yet, don’t understand the power and value of it.  Nobody in this town could take on Demetrio, though, he was stronger than anyone who lives here.  Of course, there were attempts to get his blood at first, about five years ago when he finally returned, but those attempts ended abruptly.  Efficiently.”  She shuddered. “Well,” said Bekka “if Demetrio couldn’t stand the blood available here I suppose we won’t be able to either.”

“Probably not,” said Julia, “that’s going to make it far more difficult to protect you. But I will. How did the full moon go for you all?” Rebe answered first, making sure not to say too much, “Sister Helga helped us get through it.” Then Julia asked, “What about your first hunt?” Susana said, “Sister Helga helped us get through it.” Then Bekka responded, “It went well, you know like fishing, you catch them and let them go.” Julia interrupted and said, “I just remembered a part of the prophecy; that the child of a third generation of pure breeding would be able to heal the tainted. But returning to the matter of hand, you whites don’t need that much blood. Well, some of us need far more and some can manage with less. It’s difficult, but we have learned to control ourselves. It takes a long time and a lot of practice to develop the self-discipline to stop drinking before someone dies.” Julia again motioned to the crowd, “Some of the expats are willing to cut small wounds in their bodies to drip blood into wine glasses for their Vampire friends. These people give of their own free will. Some are cultist; others do it hoping for eternal life, some do it because we ask. There are many legends of gaining beauty or eternal life by supplying a Vampire with blood, but I suspect Vampires started those tales long ago. In San Miguel de Allende we have to be careful that no blood is shed violently, but certain blood types can make us lose control and then there are problems for everybody if someone dies.” Bekka cleared her throat and asked, “Do the police ever investigate you?” Julia looked at her in surprise, and then laughed, “That would be preferable by far, but haven’t you learned that the church is the real power in the country? Has nobody told you of our agreement to forgo violence and murder so that we can live here without persecution? Only one Vampire seems to get away with it and if any other Vampire breaks the agreement then we all suffer.” Susana looked perplexed and asked, “How is it possible to maintain non-violence if your very nature is violent?” Julia answered, “I get most of my sustenance from a blood bank, I sleep with the attendant in exchange for it and I keep some in my fridge. Others have worked out similar arrangements. We, like you, can erase memory from a victim; things go well as long as we operate within the boundaries that we agreed upon hundreds of years ago.”  Rebe then asked, “If the expats willingly donate blood here, why do you need to prostitute yourself with the manager of the blood bank? Couldn’t that blood be infected with something harmful?” Julia replied to Rebe, “Is one mango margarita enough for you?”

“Do you put the blood in a milk bottle, is it labeled, does it have an expiration date, does someone deliver it to you?” asked Susana half-joking and getting an elbow nudge from Bekka. Julia answered in all sincerity, “Usually I drink from a wine glass poured from stored blood in a wine carafe.” If Julia got the implication Susana was antagonizing her she didn’t engage. “So what do you know about Rose?” asked Bekka. “Not much, even though I use to travel back and forth between Mexico City and San Miguel for my career. I opened this place and started staying here permanently just a few years ago. As I recall I only met Rose a few times and that was during the War of Independence when Demetrio and Rose fought together. He told me many lovely things about her: about her dedication to overthrow the Spanish, about her strength and about her passion. She always bothered me, if I can be frank, I remember that I couldn’t read her mind, and that was strange. Some people are like storm clouds, too dark to see through but you can still see pieces of the sky, but not enough to accurately assess what they are thinking. Rose’s mind was like a wall, I could get nothing from her. I never trusted her or understood the attraction that Demetrio had for her. It was as if she was a bruja and cast a spell on him.”

“Maybe she did,” said Bekka.

 “No, impossible, she was only about 20 years old.  She would have needed to study every day of her life to achieve that sort of power.”

“Why did you move here full time, isn’t Mexico City more exciting?” asked Rebe and Julia explained, “Yes, it is, but after a while one gets bored, and I wanted a slower pace of life, I have been hit by cars more than a dozen times, usually by drunk drivers, and that hurts. I wanted to spend time appreciating beauty instead of rushing by it. Besides, you expats and others gather here, their blood, is offered for free, without violence. So many of our kind are coming here purely for that reason, but we have to be careful, you know, being a predatory animal makes us quite territorial, but we’ve worked it out. In fact, many of the Vampires who live here now came as tourists and never left. Even though our population is increasing, we haven’t given up our intelligence or common sense because of what we are.” She stopped talking for a second and said, “Maybe we even get smarter after we learn to control our predatory instincts. I suppose when Sister Helga has finished teaching you how to survive you will leave us and hunt on your own elsewhere as Demetrio did.”

 Rebe explained, “Demetrio made a will before he left for Merida leaving us everything he owned.  Sister Helga has explained that we must stay here and start a new life. But we have been talking about our first hunting trip and returning home to settle some scores.” Julia stared into each of their eyes and noted to herself that each of the three had a capacity for evil if they were seeking revenge. Bekka then asked Julia, “Why do the Night Vampires all look so young, as though they were in their late teens?” Julia was not sure how to explain this to them, not knowing exactly what Sister Helga had said, but she responded, “Night Vampires will always be the age they were when turned, whereas White Vampires can turn people and can also create life. They can have children between them, though this is increasingly rare; Demetrio was a baby born of his mother’s womb and his Father’s seed.  He’s not the last one born that way, but pretty close as far as I know. But White Vampires age, they just age very slowly. An example for you to make it clearer is that a baby grows safely in its mother’s womb for five years.”

The four became fast friends as the night wore on, even singing some songs together. The last song was ‘Here Comes The Sun,’ which the ladies found out was a popular drinking song for Night Vampires. “I so miss the sunsets and sunrises, each one different and beautiful, thank god for television,” lamented Julia. “Not me, I didn’t like sunrises,” said Susana, who was drinking her eighth beer, “every time I stared at the morning sun, I was afraid it would explode and bits of fireballs would rain down on cities.” Julia gave her an odd look and asked, “Is she always like this?”

“Yes.” They both answered in unison.

At 3 a woman, Itza, arrived at the lounge. When she walked through the door the crowd stopped talking and the pianist stopped playing. Julia wondered why everybody had become silent and the three noticed the crowd all staring at Itza. She was petite, only about five feet tall, but the Vampires lowered their heads and bowed as she walked by. Julia saw who it was and muttered loud enough for the three to hear, “Itza.” She turned to Rebe and sent a thought to her, “Don’t say anything about being White Vampires, your lives depend on it.” Rebe then transmitted this thought to the other two and all three of them nodded in agreement while taking a sip of their drinks. “Please, don’t,” Itza said to the crowd, “have a wonderful evening; my bite is no better than yours.” With that cue the pianist resumed playing and after Itza was served with her own silver chalice of blood, the trays of wine were served again. Rebe noted that the woman was escorted by three muscular, dark-skinned men in suits, all with straight black hair falling around their shoulders. Startled, she realized she could see her own reflection in their deep dark eyes. Mayan men, she thought. Bekka saw Itza walking straight to their table and Julia stood up, running her fingers through her hair and straightened her dress. “Itza, I didn’t know you were in town. You look fabulous,” Julia commented.  Itza arrived at the table and one of her men produced a chair, while another give her a cigarette and lit it. Itza said, “Really, Julia I don’t have to have trumpets sounding to announce my presence and I always look fabulous.” Bekka already hated her, and she could tell neither Rebe nor Susana liked her either. She noticed the woman enjoyed showing her huge cleavage as her v- neck dress plunged down below her belly button and was slit on both sides from top to bottom held together only at the waist by a sterling silver belt that had an Aztec calendar etched in the large clasp. She wore a long obsidian butterfly necklace. Itza noticed their observation of her dress and jewelry. “Can you excuse us?” meaning she wanted them to leave. Julia responded, “They are my guests, Itza, from out of town.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to overstep my manners. It is your place. It’s not Mexico City, but it’s cute,” retorted Itza. “What brings you to San Miguel de Allende?” asked Julia. “Demetrio. A little bird told me he was using that damn web site of his to find some slutty pussy. I hope’s he’s careful, never can tell what you can catch from those whores,” said Itza. Bekka balled her fists under the table as Itza pretended to apologize, “Sorry, ladies no offense intended. I suppose I should thank you for all that you’ve done for this town.”

“Oh,” Rebe replied, “what for? We just came into town a few days ago.”
“I didn’t mean you exactly, of course, I meant your kind, the expatriates, this used to be a nice quiet town, but your money has corrupted it. But, let’s not give you all the credit; the Mexicans have taken your money with a smile and a ‘Si, Senorita.’  Why not? It’s money, as long as you pay them they are glad to have you, but believe me they are not your friends.” Rebe wanted to put her in her place but Julia’s words rang in her ears, “So you said you were looking for Demetrio?” she asked. Suddenly, the three men looked like they were about to pounce on Rebe but Itza held her hand up and said, “It’s alright, she’s American, she doesn’t know protocol.”

“Doesn’t know what?” asked Bekka. Julia was becoming unsettled, nervous that the next few words might set things in the wrong direction so she said, “He left for Merida. By the way you will be pleased to know that a little bird told me he won’t return, since he was murdered there.”

“Really? By whom?” asked Itza. “Rose did it, said Rebe. “Was I asking you?” said Itza not forgiving the second mistake. Rebe wanted to leap at her and push those large breasts into her face and suffocate her with them. “Rose,” answered Julia, “it was Rose, his ex-lover.”

“How delightful, his own lover. Do you have a problem with this?” Julia replied honestly, “Of course I do, you know how much Demetrio and his family meant to me.” Itza drew a deep puff of her cigarette and leaned back with a gleam of joy on her face and said, “You are to take no reprisals against her.”

“What?  Why?” Julia asked. Itza gave her a stern look and said, “Really, Julia you have been living far too long with these, desgracidos. Have you forgotten your place?”

“No.” Julia replied as she wanted the tension to ease before any more trouble would ensue. Itza offered her back hand to Julia. Rebe, Susana and Bekka held their boiling anger as their new found-friend bent and kissed Itza’s hand. Julia was relieved, the tension was finally defused. She knew Itza was not much for small town night life and hoped she would leave soon. She was probably out for a hunt and Julia knew that someone in town was going to die tonight. Itza didn’t care much for these civilized blood-lettings, but she respected Julia and wouldn’t interfere in her business affairs. Itza butted out her cigarette and scooted her chair back and stood. Julia breathed a sigh of relief as Itza said, “Well, you know how I prefer a different evening out.” One of her escorts pulled her seat out as she stood up to leave. Then she stopped suddenly as she heard someone say loudly, “Who the fuck are you to talk to us as though we we’re bitches?” Then everyone in the lounge became absolutely silent. It was Susana, drunk and angry Susana. She continued, “I mean I’m sorry and all, but you come in here all queenly and being bitchy and asking, where’s Demetrio?”  The crowd quickly dispersed while others were too shocked to move or they were enjoying the scene. Itza glared her angry eyes at Susana, her finger nails extended and her fangs grew as she retorted, “I think I have found my dinner for tonight.”

“No, she’s mine,” declared Julia, “they are all mine.”

“All three? Come on Julia three is too much for you. It would be kind of you to share with me.” Julia hesitated. “Her highness has made a request,” said one of the men. “You see that’s what I mean, fuck you!” Susana insulted. “Kill her!” Itza screamed at her men. The men stepped forward to grab Susana, but the three women fought them as they tried to advance against her. Rebe used her combat training skills to flip one man over the table while the other two men fought Julia and Susana, pushing Julia to the floor. They both grabbed Susana by the arms, shaking her. Bekka just stared into one of the men’s eyes. He was mesmerized by her beauty as she said, “You don’t have to fight over me.” Immediately, he let Susana go and began to fight the other two men. Susana fell to the floor, red-faced with anger, “I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch!” she continued screaming, but the words became unrecognizable as they mixed with growls and hissing spit. “She’s a shape-shifter!” screamed Itza, unguarded she darted out of the lounge into the street, pushing aside people who were in her way. “It’s a jaguar!” someone screamed. Susana’s clothes fell on the ground and she gave a great roar and leapt after Itza.

Meanwhile, Rebe and Bekka noticed that the two men had fought themselves unconscious but the third man, the one Rebe had thrown across the table, had recovered. She lifted her dress high enough to send a good strong kick to his gut. When he fell on his friends she noticed that he wore a gun holster. “We better get outta here,” said Rebe. So they left the dazed Julia and ran outside to search for Susana. Julia sent a message to Rebe’s mind warning her that she was after a Night Vampire who was also a bruja so she should take care.

“Where the hell did they go?” asked Bekka. Suddenly, they heard a scream on the rooftops and saw Itza running like a diminutive bat-woman on crack. The jaguar was closing in on her. “Get a taxi,” yelled Rebe. They hailed a taxi and followed the jaguar down the streets while the driver looked on in fear and shouted, “Dios mio, this will cost you more.” Bekka leaned forward and turned his head towards her saying, “Por favor.”

Si, mi amor,” he replied as he stepped on the gas pedal sending Bekka reeling into the back seat. Bekka hit hard and asked Rebe, “Do you see her?” Rebe had her head out the window looking up at the rooftops. “No dammit, wait, there she is. Tell him to turn right.” Bekka screamed at the driver, “Turn right,” and he didn’t. “Crap, this one doesn’t speak English. How do you say turn right?” Rebe fumbled for the words and blurted out, “Derrechca.”

Derrecha,” Bekka repeated, and told Rebe, “tell him to keep his eyes on the damn road” The taxi finally turned right, and came to an immediate halt at a dead end. There in the beams of the head lights was the jaguar tangled in clotheslines and Itza was nowhere to be seen.

The next morning the jaguar was chained and pacing while Sister Helga and Bekka discussed the outcome of the evening. Sister Helga explained, “This will make trouble for Julia. Her lounge has always been a place where creatures of the night could enjoy each other’s company. Everything was fine until our little friend here had to pick a fight with the only Night Vampire who is also a bruja. All the Night Vampires, brujas and yes, you White Vampires, are all scared of Itza. No one can cross her. Only a White Vampire who is also a bruja might have the power to do so. But there are none I know about and worse, if there were, they might join forces.” Bekka pointed to the jaguar with its head resting on Rebe’s lap as she was sitting in a chair in front of the purring animal.  Sister Helga continued, “Itza is a very dangerous Vampire and bruja.  Some say she was the first Vampire in Mexico. No one knows how or when she also became a bruja, or whether she was a bruja first.  She is the Queen, and Vampires, when they move, have to inform her because she is the eldest in the land. Even Demetrio’s father wrote to her before they set sail from Europe. Vampires are always territorial. I never knew about Itza until a century ago when she was causing trouble before Pancho Villa.”

“What kind of trouble?” asked Bekka. Sister Helga answered, “There was some rumored agreement between her and the rebels that if she killed certain government officials she would be given sanctuary by the church. The church is very powerful.” Bekka thought about this and asked, “If she is some powerful Queen then why was she afraid of Susana?”

 “She must fear shape-shifters. Maybe she can’t control them. There aren’t many natural shape-shifters left in the world. I’ve never met one until now. Brujas can study to shift, but that’s different,” the Sister reasoned. “There we go!” The shout came from Rebe in the other room and the two women went to see if she had any success yet with Susana. When they entered the room, Susana was crawling on the ground nude on all fours. Bekka laughed while Sister Helga searched for Susana’s clothes. Susana looked down and noticed her hands, “Oh thank God, I’m back to normal. I sincerely thought I would remain a jaguar forever, following Rebe around by a chain.” She stood up and noticed everyone was laughing. She looked down and saw she was naked and said, “Damn it.” Sister Helga came to her rescue and said, I could not find your clothes, poor dear, here’s a bath towel. Now go change.”

“Man, this doesn’t happen to the Hulk. He always keeps his pants on,” said Susana. Rebe turned to Susana and said, “I would have given you a diamond-studded collar and a golden chain, and besides the Hulk is a fictitious character and you are the real deal.”

The three gathered for their morning breakfast and talked about what they were going to do. “We have to lay low,” said Bekka. Susana replied, “We can stay here as Sister Helga promised. I’m sorry I lost control. I mean, that woman was horrible.” Sister Helga gave her a look of utter disgust. “Itza will be very angry. She will seek council with the church elders, Night Vampires, and the brujas for revenge.”  

“What church elders?” wondered Bekka and asked, “Why would the church consort with evil creatures?”

 “Balance,” Sister Helga replied, “the church keeps things in order. The Vampires promise not to kill and make other Vampires, and the Church promises not to persecute them. There are always a few instances when these agreements are violated. That’s why Vampires have to ask permission to move; their whereabouts have to be known. When that balance is upset then things will go through proper channels. If Itza is not satisfied with the church’s verdict then she will seek vengeance on her own terms.” 

“What will she ask for?” asked Bekka. “Your deaths of course, and especially hers,” the nun pointed towards Susana. Susana served herself a bowl of Cheerios adding sugar to the already sweetened cereal. “Fuck her, I ain’t scared. Let’s get her before she gets us.” Sister Helga crossed herself and said, “That would be war. You don’t seem to understand that there are consequences for other people because of your thoughtlessness” Bekka then said, “We should leave Mexico for now and let things calm down. We need to sort out our lives back home, right Rebe?” Rebe nodded and said, “The only things we have to sort out would be our families and our own personal vengeances.” Sister Helga stood and said, “That is a great idea and I will use the time you are away to try to resolve this problem. I will keep Rebe informed with messages by telepathy. I just hope that Itza does not learn you are White Vampires; I don’t want her to bring that before the Church elders or the council. Now go pack while I make your arrangements. Please remember to be back before the next full moon so that I can protect you and provide for you.”

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