The finely dressed threesome stood on the embankment and stared down where the car had finally come to rest.

Adelaide sighed… it had been her fault.

“Well, isn’t this peachy?” asked Mehrissa Shibata asked sardonically.

“My… my car!” Roger whined.  He dared to peek through his fingers at the destruction.

Adelaide dumbly stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked; she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

“What the hell just happened?” Roger asked when he had gained control of himself.

“I’m sorry,” Adelaide said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Roger had been driving when they left the Landgraab party in Bluewater Village.  The road conditions were treacherous, but they were speeding along the mountain roads with reckless abandon.  Suddenly, the car gave a lurch and had begun fish-tailing. Roger managed to pull to a stop, and ordered Adelaide to get behind the wheel while he went to search for the snow chains that were kept in the trunk.

He had forgotten that while his wife was over 100 years old, that she had never driven before.  All she had to do was sit there, but a child-like curiosity had taken over, and she had begun to fiddle with the controls. The car began to pull forward, and Roger had screamed, “What the ever-loving fuck?”, which was something he had heard his daughter say.

Mehrissa had climbed out of the backseat and quickly thrown open the driver side door to grab Adelaide. Then the car had rolled down the embankment and finally stopped on a mound of snow near a large growth of trees.

Adelaide sighed again.

Roger looked at his wife and for a moment thought about yelling at her and asking her what she had been thinking, but the look on her face was too sad, too worried, and too scared.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he finally said, and pulled Addie close to him.

“I’m sorry I broke the car,” she mumbled.  She was trying very hard not to cry.

“It’s fine. It’s just a car. But you… you’re irreplaceable,” he replied. “I can get someone to tow it out tomorrow.”

Mehrissa groaned.

“Oh. My. God. Can we get a grip please?”

Roger frowned at the woman over his wife’s shoulder.

“Damn it!” Mehrissa exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Your children could be fighting for their lives at this very moment! They could be dead already! Have you two sorry-ass excuses for vampires forgotten about that?”

Adelaide let go of her husband and turned to the woman.

“But you still haven’t told me why the High Elder wants to kill them. I don’t understand what’s happening!”

“Carmichael, have you failed to inform your wife of your little deal with Starla?  Have you completely forgotten that there’s a price on your head for your failure to carry out your mission? Not to mention the contempt the High Elder holds for Adelaide herself.”

“What are you talking about?” Adelaide asked. She looked to Roger just in time to see him making a ‘hush’ motion toward Mehrissa.

“Will someone tell me what is going on here?” Addie demanded.

“Apparently, your husband has been keeping secrets from you. A great many secrets… very dangerous secrets. But it is not my place to say more than that.”

Adelaide turned to look her husband in the eye.

“What is she talking about Roger?”

Roger put his hand on his wife’s shoulder.

“Now is not the time, nor the place Addie. I will tell you, I promise. But for now…” he continued, glaring at Mehrissa, “how do we know we can trust you? How do I know that you aren’t delivering us into the hands of the High Elder just so you can collect a reward?”

“Ugh! As if I would ever be taken in by one of her little plots! No, I’m not taking you to the High Elder. She has no right to call herself that anyway. I was a vampire over three hundred years before that girl was ever turned! The High Seat should belong to me! And if I have to turn to an enemy of the High Council to accomplish that task, so be it.”

“An enemy of the High Council? What are you talking about?” Adelaide asked when the woman was finished with her tirade.

“Stop asking stupid questions! You don’t need to understand everything right now – just know that as it stands, you have my protection… unless I decide to kill you myself just to shut you up!” Mehrissa blurted out, pounding her temples with frustration.

It was true – she was a vampire long before the ‘child’ who called herself the High Elder had taken the Blood Rites. In fact, she had known the girl before she had been turned, when she was still human. She had seen Adelaide once as well… long ago.

But now was not the time for a stroll down memory lane – now was the time for action.

Adelaide turned to Roger and he kissed her gently.

“Our kids… how will we save them? We’re stranded!” Addie whispered hoarsely.

“Seriously?” Mehrissa asked, one eyebrow cocked. “You two are telling me that you have no Talents, no Abilities… that you’re useless? Worst. Vampires. EVER!”

“I can turn into mist,” Roger said quietly.

“Well, that’s something. You?” Mehrissa directed to Adelaide.

“I had a dream… once…”

“Geez. Could you be any more pathetic?”

“Look! If you insult my wife one more time-” Roger began, but was cut off.

“Carmichael, you’re lucky to even be standing here. So I, as an Elder, advise you to remember who you are talking to.”

Roger looked at his shoes.

“Change,” Mehrissa barked.

“Right now?”

“Yes, Carmichael, now. You will move faster as mist if it is truly your Talent. Make your way down the mountain and over the lake. Do not travel along roads, but reach your home quickly. Adelaide and I will meet you there.”

Roger thought for a brief moment about arguing, but then thought of Chance and Mireille at the hands of the High Elder and her zombie companion… if he still existed. Yes, Mehrissa was right – he needed to move quickly if his children were going to make it through the night alive.

Instead of feeling the fear and anxiety that he knew he should be feeling, he forced himself to let go of all his emotions.

The fear, the worry, the love for his son and daughter and his wife who was now bursting to tears in front of him… he let it all go.

He let himself become nothing.

Adelaide sniffled as she watched her husband turn into a cloud of fog and snake down the side of the mountain.

“Are you sure you can’t do anything?” Mehrissa asked gently.

Adelaide gave a small jump and turned toward the woman.

She hadn’t expected to hear kindness in the woman’s voice.

“I wish I could,” Adelaide replied. “I think I turned to mist once, but I was asleep… so I don’t think I’ll be able to do it again.”

Mehrissa shook her head. “No, probably not.”

“Will you tell me what you meant about Roger keeping secrets from me?” Adelaide asked after a moment.

Mehrissa caught herself before she smiled.

“No, but I believe him when he says that he will tell you. I know what you’re worried about – that he’s been unfaithful. It is something that I would worry about if I heard my beloved was keeping secrets from me. But as far as I know, Carmichael has been true to you. His maker said that he was a good man – if naive and easily duped – and I don’t think she was lying.”

Adelaide was stunned.

“You… you know Roger’s maker?”

Mehrissa rolled her eyes. ‘I just had to open my big mouth,’ she thought angrily.

“Yes, before she was cast down and punished by the High Elder, Starla was an Elder – like myself. She was actually one of two vampires that were responsible for Roger’s turning. But both his makers have met the true death… so like you, he’s alone. Did he not tell you when he felt Starla die?”

Adelaide’s head was spinning with information.

“No… he never mentioned it. Can you feel it when your maker dies?”

“Of course. It is a sadness second only to losing the one you have made.”

Adelaide thought for a moment. It explained so much! She knew in her heart that she loved Pasha dearly, but over the years she had wondered why the connection to him was so strong, why it had hurt as long and as deep as it did when he, as Mehrissa put it, ‘met the true death’. She had nearly gone mad with grief.

Roger had been going through that but never said anything?

Adelaide was unsure if she had spoken the last question aloud, but whether or not she did, Mehrissa answered it.

“I suppose he never told you because it wouldn’t have been loss that Roger felt when Starla passed. Starla is the reason the High Elder has put a price on his head. She tricked him into doing terrible things. He was most likely relieved when he felt her blood leave his.”

Adelaide couldn’t believe how much she was learning tonight. No wonder Mehrissa was treating her like some stupid kid, in a sense – that’s exactly what she was!

Nonplussed, Adelaide finally asked, “How will we get home?”

Mehrissa smiled.

“We are vampires. We are faster and more agile than humans. I will jump – you will run.”


Adelaide had barely uttered the question when Mehrissa crouched low and then sprang into the air.

‘It’s almost like she’s flying,’ Adelaide marveled as she watched the other vampire touch down somewhere deep in the trees.

“Meet you in the valley,” Mehrissa called as she sprang up again.

Adelaide shook herself and then turned to take in her surroundings. Mehrissa had not given her the same warning she had Roger about not sticking to the roads. She was glad for that, because she wasn’t sure if she knew how to get home otherwise.

She stretched her legs out in front of her to test the strength of her skirt before she took off running. She was moving so fast that it almost seemed as if the snow flurries were just hanging in the air, just waiting for her to burst through them.


Lorie Rowan stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair.

She was thankful for once that because of her… condition… her temperature ran hotter than normal people’s, or else she would have been shivering before she grabbed her soft terry-cloth robe. As it was, her skin was quickly becoming covered with goose-bumps.

‘Steady, stay calm, no reason to panic’, she thought to herself.

She had stopped off at the drug store on her way home from Chance’s. The waxy paper bag was in the garbage pail, but the box that had been inside it was on the corner of the sink.

No matter what the outcome, she would have to make sure she threw it away. The nuns liked to keep things tidy.

She paced back and forth for a few minutes before she could no longer wait.

She had to see how it turned out…

Lorie unraveled the towel from around her head and let it drop to the floor before she brought her eyes to the mirror.

She wasn’t sure what to think, it had been so long since she had seen her natural hair color.


The weather was wreaking havoc with the cable reception.

Not that there was anything to watch, anyway.

Chance had channel surfed for a few minutes before giving up and tuning in to a music video channel.

He was half asleep, listening to the wind howl outside. He had muted the television, and when the videos were set in a sunny and bright location, like the one he was currently watching – which was set in some desert town – the two mixtures were very disconcerting.

Chance was just drifting off when something – he assumed a large gust of wind – blew the door open.

With the lights off in the yard, he hadn’t noticed the strange party creeping silently up to the front steps, if he had, he may have felt a bit sick at the way his twin was haphazardly thrown over the zombie’s shoulder (the High Elder was no longer paying attention to whether or not he was careful with their young prisoner).

The sound of the door banging open stirred Chance from his slumber, and he bolted up from the couch to close it.

Toby Price, being human and not having to wait for an invitation into the home, stepped inside just as Chance was coming to the door.

“Who are you?” Chance screamed.

Toby grinned wickedly, and began casting his next spell.


7 Responses to “Chapter 6.5 [Bite Sized]”

  1. 10 March 2011 at 1:36 pm

    Is the High vampire… well… I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone, and have absolutely no clue how to do those spoiler links, but, well, is the High vamp somehow related to Pasha, like, a sibling, or so? (I feel all sneaky and stuff xD) Please, write more! I want to see if my theory is right and/or wrong! 😀

    • 10 March 2011 at 4:16 pm

      I think the only way I can keep your comment spoiler free is if I edit it before I approve it (that’s the way I’ve done it before, as I also don’t know how to do spoilers in wordpress comments – not really sure if it can be done!). But what you’ve put so far isn’t a spoiler, so you’re safe. 🙂

      As for replying to it… gah! I can’t. LOL You will just have to wait and see! (nyah nyah) But I promise, when all the mini-chapters are finished, you will know who the High Elder is. 😀

  2. 25 October 2011 at 2:18 pm

    I am catching up and loving every moment of it (no idea how I’ve managed to only just run across this story for the first time a few days ago). I haven’t been reading the comments but I did read the comments on this chapter and… I have been assuming that Pasha was zombie throughout, and that we here in Readerland were meant to know that. :O

    VERY fun story. I will be sad when I run out of chapters in the very near future.

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