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Case #13 – 5: Coffee talk Pt 3

Posted in Fiction, Vampirony with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2009 by vampirony

She’s not convinced.  Well now this must be a first.  A human woman thinking she knows better than a hundreds of years old vampire.  I thought I’d cornered the market on that.  Which is why I feel sorry for her.  She’s treating him like just some guy.  She needs to know a lot more things before she could think like that safely.  Most vampires, by virtue of their sheer existence, can take care of themselves.  But there’s always something.

“How do you know that?  Maybe he’s young and foolish.”

I laugh.  Can’t help myself.  She really wants to control this.

starbux“What?”

“Vamps may be paranoid even in the best of times but they are insanely good judges of character.  And there’s no way a vamp younger than 300 would attract a….friend such as yourself.”

“Why?  What’s wrong with me?”

Oh brother.  “Look.  You are well-trained, ex-military, ex-diplomatic service, card carrying member of the Kick-Ass-Cult.  Of the Three, you’re either perfect predator or partner.”

“What does that mean?”

If I’d known I was going to be giving lessons, I would have brought my Factbook.  Oh well.  Better now, give her a chance to get away, then wait until she’s too far in it.

“I theorize that for every vampire, there are three perfect matches that they are karmically bound to.  Prey, the one they hunt.  Predator, the one that hunts them.  And Partner.  That one’s kinda obvious.  If you were Prey, you wouldn’t be walking around.”

This doesn’t help her and after thinking about the fact I just suggested she’s karmically bound to this HE, I realize my mistake.  Time to take it back a notch.

“Look, you might not be any of those things to..him.  I guess what I’m saying is that vampires don’t leave threats around.  You’re a powerful woman and there’s obviously some…uh, attraction there.”  Yeah, that clears it all up.  Is this when I make it worse and tell her that a lot of vamps just attract lookers so they can feast on pretty meat?  She’s walking around so blind I’m beginning to think this he is the wrong sort, that he’s messing with her and, when she figures that out and tries to kill him, he’ll enjoy it and then end her.

“You saying he’s going to turn me?”

“Contrary to movie and novel folklore, vampires tend to turn humans out of accident more than intent.  They turn a human that they are compatible with and they ruin a safe and reliable food source.  They also threaten their hunting grounds with yet another mouth to feed.”  Not to mention increase the UVA in the area.  Police blotter around here already high on that scale.

“Ok you’ve made your point.  You sound like an expert.  But how do I know for sure?”blocksun

“Well, vamps hate references so unfortunately, you’re going to have to let your night friend decide.  That is, if you’re still interested.”

“No references?  What kind of psychologist does that make you?”

“The reliable kind.  The trustworthy kind. Look I’m in town because another powerful vampire wanted to see me. Beyond telling you that, you’re just going to have to decide who you trust the most: me, yourself, or your Nightwalker. But do me a favor, if you want us to meet, please come up with a reasonable cover so that he won’t kill me on sight.”

“He’s not like that.”

“Says you and every other dog owner.  My dog won’t bite.  I may know I’m destined to be back in this world again but I kinda like my here and now.”

We discuss meet-ups.  I have to get back to her because I’m still waiting for Skovajsa to rear his head again.  I mumble something about never handling two cases together.

“Then why did you agree to meet me?” she asks testily.

Because I get sick of talking to the undead.  Because I need to keep busy, the memories have been bad lately.  Growing restless in my head for a week or so. 

“Honestly, I don’t know.  It sounded urgent.  But my other case is difficult, a Carpathian.”

She raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.  “I have no idea what that means.”

“Cripes, you really are a rookie!  We need to learn you up if you’re going hang with the fang.  By the way, don’t mention anything to your vampy friend about the Carpathian.  Some vamps get pissy about…other vamps.  And work on your plan, we need to keep it honest and real.”

I leave her with that, suddenly need to get out of there.  I stumble into oppressive morning heat and grab for my amulet.  She’s so green, I shouldn’t let her plan anything.  But for now, I head back to my room.  I’m going to need an office stat, especially if I intend to try and manage two vampires at once. 

No point in reminding myself that in 13 lifetimes, I’d never even thought to do that outside of a familial group of vamps (aka horror).  And as I check my mail and see a note from Skovajsa asking to meet Thursday night, there really is no point at all reminding myself how that horror session ended.

Case #13 – 5: Coffee talk Pt 2

Posted in Fiction, Vampirony with tags , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2009 by vampirony

I take it that’s not decaf you’re drinking.”

Morena Fourtenay pauses, hand to her back gripping that yet unseen gun, eyes narrowing.  Well I thought it was funny.

“Who are you?” she asks.

I smile.  She has set my business card in front of her on the table.  I point.

“Ok, dumb question.”  She eases her hand off the gun, back to the table.  “Just how long have you been here?”

“The more interesting question is why are you here.”  And why bring a gun to a coffee shop on a hot day?186-019coffee-posters

She assesses me.  I stand up and move over to her table.  Put out my hand.

“Sophie Quinn.”

She takes a moment.  I can see the wheels turning in her head.  This is a mistake, she thinks.  He’s going to kill her for this.  Maybe literally kill her for this.  What business is it of hers what he does? 

She shakes my hand finally.  As she starts to introduce herself, I put up a hand.

“Please.  I always check my referrals.  May I sit down?”

“Sure.”

I sit.  I wait.  Not much of a talker, this girl.

“Well, the coffee is good here but I imagine you had something on your mind when you contacted me.”

She starts to tell me about the dreams, no “I met Vampire X when…” which is patently interesting.  Just He.  Yeah, you heard that.  In CAPS.

“Ever since the dreams started, he’s been different.  Almost as if..as if he’s afraid.”

“How long has this been?”

“About a week or so.”

“Hmm.  Vamps and sunshine don’t mix that well, at least not directly.  I’ve never heard of a dreaming vampire either.”

“But what does it mean?”

“Do you know how old He is?”  I suppose if it isn’t important for me to have his name yet, so be it.

Morena sits back, folds her arms.

“We, uh, haven’t talked about that really.”

“Hm.”

“What does that Hm mean?”

“You’ve only been with him a few months, eh?”

“How did–?”

“Vamps are notoriously long-winded once they break the four month window.  Well, allowing for variation.  After that, you’ll be begging him to shut up.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You know how your great uncle Charlie used to trap you and tell you ‘Well, in my day’ stories?”

“Yeah?”

“Imagine hundreds of years worth of those stories.”

“Oh.”

“Unfortunately, that makes this whole thing difficult.”

“How do you mean?”

“Vamps don’t trust easily.  And because they’re so long lived, a few months is just a blink of the eye to them.  No matter how good you think your relationship is, telling his secret to another human is tantamount to betrayal.”

“But I’m trying to help him.”

“You really are new to this, aren’t you?”  It’s not her fault, really.  I’ve had lifetimes with these creatures to know about them.  She probably has gotten swept up in the danger and romance of it.  Look at the TV, the book store, even our teenagers are being led to believe that vampires are these romantic, even glowing beings that when they meet just the right woman…ur…human, they can be tamed.  They’re just misunderstood.  Well, they are.  More so now than ever.

“A few words of advice, Morena.  He’s a big vampire, he can take care of himself.”

Case #13 – 5: Coffee talk Pt 1

Posted in Fiction, Vampirony, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 30, 2009 by vampirony

Rough night but finally got a few hours sleep.  I thought Seattle was supposed to be temperate, cool, rainy, wet.  Not ungodly hot.  At least the room has air conditioning but it’s a shock to walk outside at 8am and have it be 80 degrees in the Pacific Northwest.

I arrive at the Starbucks across from my hotel for my meeting early.  Again, part of sizing someone up is how they enter.  In this case, I choose the spot out of convenience to me.  Meeting a vampire’s human followers is always a tricky business.  Normally, I treat them exactly like the vampire, many of the master’s traits rub off on them.  And personalities need to mesh.  You can tell a lot by the company someone keeps, especially when that someone can cause you harm if they slip up.

I sit down with a local paper.  Dead girl found in a dumpster.  Small print today, will be no print by tomorrow.  Meet is at 9am.  Should be able to get to the Sports page.

At 8:43AM, a striking tall latina with long raven hair, perfectly fitting t-shirt, jacket, and jeans, and no nonsense eyes that physically move two businessmen out of her way strides in.  I think my jaw drops open.  Morena Fourtenay doesn’t just enter the room.  She owns it.  Hercule’s dossier spoke a lot about her abilities with weapons and combat, her shining career, fast tracked then stonewalled, then reassignment and quitting .  But this woman here looks anything like a quitter.  And the dossier has no ranks for kick-ass-edness.

I toss a look around the room.  Even the picture didn’t do her justice.  Must have been an official one from her embassy days, all prim and proper.  Every able male in the room (and some of the women) are currently fighting a whole different morning woody.  She cases the room while ordering her drink.  But she’s distracted, sloppy.  I’m not trying to avoid her eye contact but her eyes brush by me.

Makes it easy as I wait for her to choose a spot then very casually move to exchange my paper on another open table, peruse it, then sit down right behind her.  That’s when I notice the fidgeting, her fingers drumming against table as she drains her venti in under five.  I let her sweat it out for a few minutes.  The drumming doesn’t let up.  And they say vampires are OCD.  Just as I’m about to say something, I hear her sigh.

“This is a total waste of time.”

I lean back in my chair.  “Coming from an ex-Secret Service agent, that’s saying something.”

She startles, grabs for the back of her jeans, under her jacket.

She’s packing.  In a coffee shop.  Great.  Great start.