On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

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๐‘€orning after the full moon, the Lycynians had awakened from the previous nightsโ€™ run. Wherever they were throughout their contained area, they glanced around taking notice of scratches on trees or across the surface of the grass beneath their feet; even bushes were stomped and crushed with their twigs lying scattered about. Leonus walked through the forestry in all his nude glory approaching a pile of clothes left for them near the gates and without glancing at the nakedness from others around him, he quickly dressed then gathered near the gates among men who were dressed.

They exchanged glances then watched as a group of female Lycynians emerged from the trees; their bodies were pleasing to the men standing around. Even Leonus admired their forms before turning away; the gates began to open behind him and once they were released from the compound, the large groups returned to their lives, families and homes.

Leonus returned home; Heather and his sons had ventured to the square leaving a note stating such. He scoffed, throwing the letter on the kitchen table then showered, refreshing himself from the previous nightโ€™s activities. He grabbed a quick breakfast he managed to put together himself then sprinted toward the manor. Entering the front doors, he noticed the staircase had been chained off with a sign that read:




He sneered, as he swung his legs over the chain that rattled from impact. Climbing the stairs, he paused noticing my form standing on the wide break between the flight of curved stairs. Knowing we were going to meet, he stood on the landing.

โ€œAfter you.โ€ he mocked.

โ€œOh, no. After you.โ€ I returned the mockery as I gestured toward the upper part of the stairs.

As I followed him up the stairs, he paused, examining the door frame. Running his fingers along the hinges, he remained silent glancing over his shoulder. Leering at him, I raised my left eyebrow with a smirk. He said nothing as he entered the study, walking toward the desk, sitting in one of the guest chairs.

I kindly excused the two guards who stood watch of the study, due to the broken door however, one remained taking it upon himself to stick around during the meeting. He sat in one of the lounge chairs, listening carefully.

Leonus watched all my moves, wondering if at any moment, my Aura would reappear. Sitting behind the desk, my mannerisms were intimidating.

โ€œLetโ€™s get to it, shall we?โ€ I urged then caught a repulsive scent, โ€œUgh, your stench is repulsive.โ€

He released a low growl, before answering as he leaned against the chairโ€™s arched back,

โ€œSo is yours, but pleaseโ€ฆletโ€™s.โ€

Retrieving a key on its own ring from the desksโ€™ upper right drawer, I tossed it toward him. Catching it, he examined the single key realizing it belonged to one of the trucks we confiscated from the Hunters that captured Axeon, a year ago.

โ€œWhatโ€™s this? Am I going somewhere?โ€ he belligerently persisted.

โ€œYes. You are. And youโ€™re going to love it.โ€ I muttered sarcastically then revealed what I had planned for him, โ€œConsider it a good gesture to the Isleโ€™s supernatural residents.โ€ I continued, โ€œSince you f*cked everything up in the first place.โ€

โ€œMeaning what!?โ€ he argued, leaning forward.

โ€œMeaningโ€ฆyouโ€™re going to retrieve the blood you didnโ€™t bother to order, and bring it back here. Pretty much like...how a dog fetches a bone.โ€ I snapped.

โ€œYouโ€™ve got to be kidding!?โ€ he yelled as he erupted from his seat.

I sat back in my chair, listening as he gave further flack about my instructions of retrieving the blood supply. I watched as he paced the study, waving his arms around in dramatic gestures before he turned, arguing once more rolling his Scottish syllables; eyes squinting in a leering stare,

โ€œYou expect MEโ€ฆto travel across the Irish Sea and feed the bloodsuckers!?โ€

โ€œSee? Weโ€™re on the same page!โ€ I sarcastically clapped, โ€œBut you wonโ€™t be going alone, no-no. I wonโ€™t make it that easy for you.โ€

โ€œEasy!? How is anything YOU do, considered easy!?โ€ he gestured toward me.

โ€œIโ€™ll take that as a compliment.โ€ I grinned ignoring the comment.

โ€œIโ€™m guessing youโ€™re sending someone with me? Who may that be?โ€ Leonus nodded arrogantly.

โ€œYouโ€™ll find out inโ€ฆโ€ I glanced at the time, โ€œtwo hours. Meet me by the garage. Surely you can do that.โ€

โ€œSurely, but thereโ€™s no way inโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThereโ€™s no way in Valhalla youโ€™re going to do this, I know! Seriously, Leonusโ€ฆget some new argument material! Now, you areโ€ฆand you willโ€ฆand donโ€™t dare sayโ€ฆanother word!โ€ I sneered at him, โ€œGarageโ€ฆtwo hours and donโ€™t be late for if you are, Iโ€™ll have you dragged there. If this act of KINDNESS isnโ€™t performed, how would you like to spend one full year in the prisons youโ€™re so familiar with, hmm? Being fed like a dog in a kennel? You know Iโ€™ll do it, besides I hear you spend more time there than you do at home. And such a shame. You have such a lovely family too.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you dare talk about my family!โ€ he growled, knowing he lost the argument then turned, storming out noticing the change in the young woman. It infuriated him even more, for she wasnโ€™t the whiny little girl he thought she was; she was something more and he feared it. Although, somehow, he respected the strength she showed standing up to a Viking alpha who could easily tear her apart in just a few swipes of his claws. This is something he knew was possible.

Two hours passed and making his way out toward the garage, there I stood waiting; a tall and muscular Demon guard stood alongside me. Leonus recognized him from a few passes here and there on the island and knew he was the wallsโ€™ head supervisor. What his name was, Leonus could care less. His stature though, could compete well for Leonus, if needs be, in a very heated confrontation.

โ€œRight on time!โ€ I smiled, โ€œGood. Say hello to your travel buddy.โ€ I gestured at the Demon, โ€œThis is Wyatt. One of the Isleโ€™s oldest and respected Demon guards. Level four to be exact. As a matter of fact, heโ€™s the one who threw you across the hall upon my arrival.โ€

โ€œAh...good to know. Now I know who else to add to my list of those one day Iโ€™m going to kill.โ€ Leonus barked firmly, โ€œNow, itโ€™s bad enough youโ€™re making me fetch the blood supply which I DONโ€™T have to do but now youโ€™re sending me with the one who almost killed me!? F*ck that, no bloody way!โ€ he shook his head in protest, โ€œI donโ€™t need a babysitter and Iโ€™ve had enough of you and your sassy-bossy little mouth and attitude! Just because youโ€™re the KEEPER doesnโ€™t make you my boss! You donโ€™t own me! No one does! And I wonโ€™t not take orders from a little girl!โ€

โ€œNo, I donโ€™t own you or anyone here and Iโ€™m not a little girl!โ€ I answered calmly, โ€œBut I do own this entire goddamn island, and I do enforce some of the rules Marxus put in place but heโ€™s not here anymore! Besides, this little adventure youโ€™ll be going on, might help your reputation here on the island just a wee-bitโ€ฆdonโ€™t you think? Because you need all the help you can get there! You have no choice in the matter. You f*cked up, so you pick up after yourself!โ€ I continued firmly.

Leonus grimaced with a displeasing frown, clenching his fists. Watching his mannerisms, Wyatt placed his hands on his swordsโ€™ hilt, sensing the tension, itching to put the dog before him, down.

โ€œPlease make a move, Leonus. Make my dayโ€ฆplease!โ€ Wyatt sneered, โ€œIโ€™d love to finish what I started days ago but this timeโ€ฆI wonโ€™t stop! I have a new source of arcane magics Iโ€™ve recently learned and Iโ€™d love to practice them out on you so please...pretty please...make a move!โ€ he clenched his fists that began taking on their dark orange-like hue.

โ€œWhen I returnโ€ฆโ€ Leonus continued, โ€œthis isnโ€™t over! I promise you!โ€ he pointed toward the two figures standing before him, โ€œYouโ€™ll pay big time for this, demon b*tch. The world is a big place but yet, itโ€™s so small. Anything can happen, anywhere at any time. Better watch your backโ€ฆKeeper! And you too, magic fingers!โ€ he leered at Wyatt with disgust.

โ€œWouldnโ€™t expect anything less from you.โ€ I replied coldly.

โ€œThis is going to be quite an adventure.โ€ Wyatt muttered with a faint Swedish accent. โ€œAfter you!โ€ he gestured his hand toward the truck door.

Wyatt smiled then glanced down at me, nodding before he followed Leonus toward the truck of which Wyatt would be driving, with me directly behind. Before heading off, I walked around to the passenger side of the vehicle, whispering in a sinister tone as Leonus pulled away from the window,

โ€œThe world is a big place but yet, itโ€™s so small. Anything can happen, anywhere at any time. Better watch your back! Remember that Leonus and if you try anythingโ€ฆWyattโ€ฆโ€ I looked past Leonusโ€™ bulk, โ€œyou have my permission to do what it takes if the dog gets out of hand.โ€ then I stepped back, tapping the truck.

โ€œAbsolutely.โ€ Wyatt nodded.

I stood there watching as the truck drove through the wallsโ€™ gates. I smiled knowing I had won this round but prepared for Leonusโ€™ retaliation which worried me. My confidence level started at 100% but now, watching as the truck disappeared through the tunnel, it bumped down to at least 50% which left me with chills. I knew my limits and I think I just pushed them over the cliff. I sighed then turned, returning to the manor.

The van arrived at RP&Vโ€™s harbor where a group of Demons stood, awaiting to open a portal that would take them to the Heyhamโ€™s harbor.

โ€œYouโ€™re not f*cking telling me weโ€™re going through that!?โ€ Leonus complained, watching as a large portal opened near the docksโ€™ ledge just before running off into the sea.

โ€œThen I wonโ€™t tell you.โ€ Wyatt mocked then nodded in the direction of his fellow Demons who waited until the van disappeared through before closing the rift.

Once arriving at Heysham, Leonus lept from the truck for he had never been through a portal; he leaned over a large trash can upheaving his breakfast. A dizziness rushed over and the sensation of pins and needles stabbed through his body. Wyatt waited, giving him time to adjust to the sudden way of transport knowing itโ€™s different for each individual and couldnโ€™t blame him for his reaction. Glancing at the time, it was being wasted so whistling loudly, he summoned Leonus to get his bulky ass moving and once the large man climbed back inside the vehicle, the Demon mocked,

โ€œWant me to leave the window down so you can stick your head out like a good dog?โ€

โ€œBite me, Demon!โ€ Leonus barked with an under growl.

Wyatt scoffed trying to contain his composure then focused on the road ahead, beginning their unsettling journey that was the most agonizing five hours of Leonusโ€™ life. Itโ€™s bad enough he caught Wraith and Demon scents around the island but being in close proximity of one, made him nauseous, as did Wyatt. The Scotsman gave Wyatt trouble, of course, ordering and demanding him to stop the truck for he needed air and an occasional relief and along the way during their stops, Wyatt kept in touch with the young Keeper; sending her updates on their journey, all of which werenโ€™t pleasant. The drive progressed until they reached Penrithโ€™s town line. Driving through, Leonus cursed obscenities in his Scottish tongue while resting his clenched fists on his bulky lap. Along the way down the street from the clinic, Wyatt paused the truck abruptly with a rough jerk; the Hungarian Demon Nikolaas and Wraith Steven stood in their path ahead of them. Leonus glared around, taking in the sight of the small town, catching strong scents of Wraith and Demon everywhere.


Nikolaas approached Wyattโ€™s window, exchanging small talk, in Wyattโ€™s Swedish tongue while Steven ventured to the clinic to prepare the shipment. Nikolaas counted on the regular inventory, and since none had been ordered for months, he wondered what had happened. Not much was said in the way of conversation as Nikolaas instructed Wyatt to drive down the street to the clinic; right hand side. Approaching closer, Leonus glanced to the right noticing the name of the clinic written in Gothic lettering with an animated vampire logo beneath it representing the Wraith community with humor:

Blood Brother Clinic: All Fangs Welcome

โ€œYouโ€™ve got to be kidding?โ€ Leonus said sarcastically under his breath as he examined the sign, โ€œBloodsucking son-of-a-bitches! Abominations!โ€

Wyatt released a low muffled Demonsโ€™ growl then muttered as he leered in the corner of his eye,

โ€œYouโ€™re upโ€ฆmutt! And make it quick!โ€

โ€œThe faster Iโ€™m out of here, the better.โ€ Leonus groaned then climbed out of the truck huffing with anger.

Entering the clinic, he began searching for Steven. Stepping inside, he grimaced in disgust as adults sat in chairs either for physical exams or donating their blood for a good cause. They care for and feed their Wraiths, for many are married to some. He glanced ahead noticing a desk, where Steven stood talking on the phone. Before hanging up, Leonus heard the last words before the call ended,

โ€œIf heโ€™s a tall red Sasquatch, then yes...Iโ€™m looking at him. They just arrived. Yes, of course Yzavela.โ€ then he hung up looking at Leonus, โ€œI know who you are, Leonus Lancaster. I know the reason why youโ€™re here and Iโ€™m very surprised to see your kind around here. Especially in a town where my kind can easily tear you apart. Did you know that? And are you trying to create Rippers, man!? Because if thatโ€™s your plan, the lycynian-mutts are going to be our first target.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not my choice to be here...Bloodsucker. Now, are you Steven?โ€ Leonus replied defiantly, disturbing the people inside, โ€œIf so, is the supply ready or not because I need to leave. Your stench is repulsive.โ€ he glanced around at his surrounding environment.

โ€œWatch your step, wolf. Youโ€™re in the presence of very powerful Wraiths and Demons.โ€ Steven threatened, โ€œNow wait outside! Youโ€™re disturbing my people and smelling up the clinic.โ€ and before Steven could say anything more, a Wraith came from out back whispering in his ear that a van was loaded, ready to go, โ€œThe supplies are ready so youโ€™re in luck but I have explicit orders and instructions from the Keeper herself, Iโ€™m the one whoโ€™ll be delivering the cargo, following directly behind you...of course.โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€ Leonus mocked smugly, โ€œSo youโ€™re telling me I was sent out here escorted by a Demon just to be escorted back by a Bloodsucker!? What kind of idiotic nonsense is this!? She doesnโ€™t know what sheโ€™s doing!โ€

โ€œWell Iโ€™m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.โ€ Steven replied, โ€œIt seems she has a trust issue with you. Now...go wait outside like a well trained dog.โ€ he gave Leonus a menacing stare, followed by a low hiss of annoyance then turned, walking out back to see the van loaded.

Leonus stormed out in fast strides after receiving hisses from Wraiths standing around. He huffed, approaching the truck swinging the door open. Wyatt moved to the heavy motion Leonus caused as he climbed back inside. He moaned, waiting for Leonusโ€™ distasteful mannerisms to cease.

โ€œAre you done!?โ€ Wyatt snapped, turning in his seat.

โ€œIโ€™ll take as much time as Iโ€™d like!โ€ Leonus argued, โ€œThis is a waste of my time! All of them can take that blood and shove it up their bloodsucking asses! Now get going!โ€

Wyatt bit his lower lip, wanting to just shred Leonus apart but kept his composure with a lot of control, remembering the Keeperโ€™s words and orders. Leonus shook his head as Wyatt started the engine. Heading back however, Leonus couldnโ€™t contain his temperament as he leaned over, grabbing onto the wheel.

Steven traveling behind, watched as the truck ahead momentarily swerved off the road, before making an abrupt halt. Steven sped out of the van listening as muffled gurgling moans erupted from the truck before an unsettling silence. Appearing on the driverโ€™s side of the vehicle, Wyatt wiped blood from his lip while flexing his right hand in and out of a firm fist. He growled, glancing to his left toward an unconscious Leonus.

โ€œWhat happened!?โ€ Steven inquired in concern; not for Leonusโ€™ benefit either.

โ€œNothing. Just the dog became a bit too wild for his own good, so with a good knock to the head and twisting of his insides, heโ€™ll be taking a long nap.โ€ Wyatt stated in a frustrated tone, โ€œFor a few hours, actually.โ€ he flexed his fists as faint lingering arcane sigils twinkled in the air before dissipating.

Steven glanced past Wyatt, observing as the lycan hunched forward; head leaning against the dashboard. Wyatt pulled him backwards where Steven noticed a bruise covering half of Leonusโ€™ face, concealing cuts on his lip and above his right eye. Silver shackles held his bulky wrists together in his lap.

โ€œHeโ€™s notโ€ฆโ€ Steven wondered.

โ€œNo, heโ€™s not. Heโ€™s aliveโ€ฆunfortunately.โ€ Wyatt answered bluntly, โ€œNow, letโ€™s get back before he wakes. If he does, I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ll be able to keep my promise to the young Keeper.โ€ he frowned, โ€œButโ€ฆheโ€™ll wake up just in time for the best part of this entire field trip and you, Stevenโ€ฆdonโ€™t want to miss it.โ€ he smiled.

Steven tilted his head, wondering what he meant then backed away, returning to the van. The drive was quiet; Wyatt listened to music that played on the radio. He tapped his hands on the wheel, following the beat of the tunes. The five and a half hour return, presented a problem since they arrived at Heysham Port during the Boar-wolvesโ€™ reign. Once reaching Heysham, Wyatt dragged Leonusโ€™ bulk out of the truck, laying him on the ground. He opened a portal behind him then knelt down grabbing onto his large shoulders pulling him through, appearing at RP&V. Leaving him lying on the dock, he ordered six other Demons to return to Heysham, helping Steven to transport the blood supply. Before he joined them, he instructed two Wraith guards to take Leonus to the Inn, where he would sleep off the effects.

Time would have been wasted if they had utilized the sea plane hidden away in the warehouse located in Heysham. Steven stood alongside the van where nine large military transport crates piled stacked beside him. Wyatt suddenly appeared with the six guards behind him. He smiled, greeting those he knew among the groups that stood before him. There were definitely enough capable hands to transport the crates.

โ€œMake sure the crates are set in the center!โ€ A demon guard instructed.

โ€œNot to sound incompetent here, or questioning your ways, but how are we going to get nine crates onto the Isle?โ€ Steven questioned, โ€œEspecially since the Boar-wolves are running around?โ€

โ€œDoctor Matthews is expecting us at the hospital so weโ€™ll transport the crates directly there.โ€ Wyatt answered, placing his hand on Stevenโ€™s shoulder in a friendly manner then walked away.

โ€œAh, I see...makes sense.โ€ Steven nodded.

Stacked in the center, the Demons gathered in a circle around the crates with Steven among them and clasping each otherโ€™s hands, making a physical connection and link, the Demons began muttering a spell. Steven glanced around unsure of what actions to take but hearing Wyattโ€™s strict instructions to remain quiet and to not break the circle, the Wraith adhered. As the muttering continued in low voices, Steven began hearing a loud buzzing as if a large hive of bees were present, before becoming more of a crackling-like sound like a fireplace crackling against the wood. The Wraith closed his eyes beginning to feel a tightness in his chest and before he knew it, the group of men were sucked inward like a void, disappearing from their spot at Heysham.

โ€œThey should be here.โ€ a nurse commented, standing behind Doctor Matthews who checked his watch every few seconds and before he could answer her, a powerful gust of energy-like wind blew through the lobby of the medical building.

Turning around, there stood Steven among Demons who rubbed their hands. Stevenโ€™s hair was slightly messed and once brushing it back with his fingers, he greeted Matthews with a smile and handshake. His nerves were a little unsettled for he wasnโ€™t accustomed to that form of teleportation. Immediately, the blood supply was carried to the morgue where they placed the crates into the massive blood supply freezer. And the blood couldnโ€™t have arrived sooner, for the Isleโ€™s Wraiths were beginning to have the thirst for fresh blood look in their eyes, as well as the faint shadows encircling them. But in the morning, theyโ€™ll all receive their full rations. Once placed safely in the freezer, Wyatt dialed the Keeperโ€™s number, waiting for the connection and once seeing her face on the screen, he revealed everything had been delivered safely.

โ€œThank you, Wyatt. Thank you, very much.โ€ she appreciated.

โ€œNo problem. It was my absolute pleasure.โ€ Wyatt smiled.

โ€œIโ€™m sure it was. Kindly tell Steven that Iโ€™ll meet him in the village tomorrow morning and that Iโ€™ve already made arrangements for his nightsโ€™ stay at the Inn.โ€

โ€œWill do. Have a goodnight.โ€ he nodded.

โ€œI will but Iโ€™ll have a better tomorrow.โ€ she revealed.

โ€œIโ€™m certain we all will.โ€ Wyatt returned the nod then ended the call.

The following morning crept on the island sooner than anyone expected, as the fog glided across the waters and landscaping. Gathered in the village, all the Wraiths waited anxiously outside the hospital where Steven and Wyatt stood, handing out the supply. I utilized one of the smaller crafts, driving toward the village with my mom in the passenger seat, for she wanted to examine the new occult vendors that had arrived during our absence. We parked the craft outside the village wall, walking the rest of the way through the gates. Guards greeted us, holding their supply and nodded, before turning away to consume their portions. You should have seen the Wraiths standing around, including Nick and Caleb right in front. The men and women acted like kids on Christmas anxious for their presents. Poor things, but this is what they need to survive.

I sighed with a smile, pleased to see all my Wraiths walking away carrying bags in their hands. Turning my head looking to my right, stood Leonus leaning on one of the vendorโ€™s stands, with Nathan and two other Lycynians I didnโ€™t recognize in mockery of the situation. I observed as the effects of the tranquilizers were still present, for Leonusโ€™ balance was a little off here and there, with traces of a swollen lip. He sipped from a to-go mug; steam escaping from the top. Having a loud boisterous voice to begin with, Leonus could be heard criticizing the decisions Iโ€™ve made. Especially the part he kept repeating over and over about taking the trip for nothing only to escort Wraiths. They stood among themselves laughing, so I thought as I watched him, โ€œHE WHO LAUGHS FAST, LAUGHS LAST.โ€ then focused my attention ahead, politely pushing my way through the crowd toward the front. Standing alongside Steven and Wyatt who handed out the blood, I asked if they could pause for a moment.

โ€œIs everything alright?โ€ Steven asked.

โ€œEverythingโ€™s fine and itโ€™s about to get even better.โ€ I smiled then turned to the crowd, โ€œEveryone, listen to me please! Since our resident Lycynian alpha over there, Leonus...โ€ I gestured my left hand toward him, โ€œwas so eagerly anxious to retrieve your blood supply, I think itโ€™s only fair that he should also volunteer to hand it out to you. Isnโ€™t that right, Leonus?โ€ I turned glaring at him with a smug smirk.

Nathan and the others nudged Leonus with their elbows, alerting Leonus that all eyes laid upon him. He glanced around as Nathan muttered,

โ€œYouโ€™re in deep f*cking sh*t.โ€

โ€œShut it, Nathan.โ€ he argued pushing the cup toward Nathan then slowly approached, giving a look that could kill, โ€œWhat the f*ck do you think youโ€™re doing!?โ€ he continued through his teeth, โ€œThereโ€™s no way in hell Iโ€™m doing this.โ€

โ€œHere he is, everyone!โ€ I announced, deliberately ignoring him, โ€œHeโ€™ll be doing the honors today.โ€ I slapped his back, โ€œIsnโ€™t that right...big alpha?โ€ and as my hand slapped against his back, he could feel a heat sensation, knowing what it was. He growled as I stepped back, leaving him there like a fool in his own sh*t.

Leonus whispered as I walked away,

โ€œDonโ€™t touch me, Demon b*tch!โ€

โ€œAnd donโ€™t f*ck with me, mutt!โ€ I answered authoritatively, โ€œBecause next timeโ€ฆIโ€™ll aim lower! Just ask Nathan.โ€

He stood there defiantly, handing out the bags in a rough manner and at times, throwing it at Wraiths in handfuls cursing. Now thatโ€™s a funny sight to see. Humans passing by to and from their stands or shops, laughed as Leonus; a man some respected, disliked and feared at times, was forced to feed the species he hated most. The entire moment was humiliating and it was perfect! As soon as the supernatural residents received their blood, they drank in a matter of long sips, almost in a frenzied state. As I stood there with my mom laughing, a voice with a kind English tone spoke from behind us,

โ€œExcuse me...โ€ and turning around, there stood Steven.

โ€œHello, Steven. How are you?โ€ my mom greeted.

โ€œHello, Steven.โ€ I added.

โ€œIโ€™m fine, thank you. Itโ€™s good to see the both of you again.โ€

โ€œLikewise.โ€ my mom smiled.

โ€œIt is. And Iโ€™m sorry if maybe I disturbed you with my call. I just...โ€ I stuttered.

โ€œYou didnโ€™tโ€™ disturb anyone, Yzavela.โ€ he commented, โ€œYou had the right. Nikolaas and I were waiting for this inquiry.โ€

โ€œYeah, well...โ€ I remarked, โ€œthere was a complication but itโ€™s been resolved.โ€ I turned, watching Leonus continue handing out...or should I say, throwing the bags.

โ€œAnd it was handled perfectly.โ€ my mom chuckled. โ€œCouldnโ€™t have happened to a nicer guy!โ€

โ€œYes it was. I canโ€™t wait to tell Nikolaas and Roberto.โ€ he smiled, โ€œExcellent big-finish!โ€ he briefly clapped in applause, โ€œWell, Iโ€™m glad to be of service to such a lovely young bird. Luckily, we had extra from our suppliers in Scotland. I know a lot of people from my, umโ€ฆolder days.โ€ he politely bowed then heard a beep emanate from his watch; a message from Nikolaas needing him back in Penrith, โ€œI apologize, but I have to go. Perhaps, if you ever come through Penrith again, we can speak more and learn more, and perhaps take you on a tour of our little town.โ€

โ€œAnd thatโ€™s my cue.โ€ my mom whispered, โ€œOh, lookโ€ฆโ€ she teasingly pointed toward a vendor that displayed nothing of her tastes giving her the excuse to walk away.

โ€œMommyโ€ฆโ€ I called after her but she ignored my plea. I felt stuck in an awkward situation as I focused my attention upon Steven who was a very handsome man of 35 years of age but in reality, he was 238 years. His medium-to dark blonde hair was styled just above the collar of his white dress shirt. His medium shade blue eyes held warmth but there was sternness hidden behind them. Maybe sternness wasnโ€™t the right word but more of a reserved expression. His six foot slender frame was complemented by his steampunk attire. Steven Morough is his name and although I didnโ€™t know his background, heโ€™s a perfect gentleman of elegance and reservation.

โ€œPerhaps someday, if given the chance. Right now, my focus is on this Isle but thank you. Iโ€™mโ€ฆโ€ I handled it nicely, โ€œvery flattered, I am.โ€ I smiled then glanced past him hearing Erikโ€™s laugh and there he stood talking with Jonathanโ€™s and Caleb, flashing another sexy smile.

Following my gaze and glancing over his left shoulder, he realized.

โ€œI see. I understand. Erikโ€™s a very lucky young man.โ€ he commented with a quick grin.

โ€œNo, itโ€™s not like that. I mean...Erik and I are...weโ€™re not...honestly, I donโ€™t know what we are.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s alright.โ€ he nodded, โ€œLike I said, if you ever need anything just let us know and weโ€™ll be more than happy to help and again, nice touch on making Leonus hand out the supply. Couldnโ€™t have done it better myself. Must have really hurt his ego. Have a pleasant rest of your day.โ€ he released a slight laugh then politely stepped away heading back toward the van. Once saying farewells to some friends, he made his trek back to Penrith through a portal that took him straight there, saving him an unnecessary drive.

Turning away, Nick and Caleb suddenly appeared on either side frightening me momentarily.

โ€œDonโ€™t do that!โ€ I joked.

โ€œSorry, but we just feel much better and energetic.โ€ Caleb replied.

โ€œWe can see that, mate.โ€ Erik added as he approached then looked down at me, โ€œHey, Keeps?โ€

โ€œHmm?โ€ I looked up into his gray eyes with a smile.

โ€œThat was...a good gesture for our friends that are Wraiths.โ€ he whispered, โ€œAnd thatโ€ฆโ€ he gestured toward Leonus who continued handing out the bags, โ€œis totally brilliant!โ€ he released a chuckle.

โ€œIt wasnโ€™t just a good gesture, Erik...but it needed to be done. But thank you. That means a lot coming from my jacka**.โ€ then I realized what I had said, โ€œI meanโ€ฆโ€

โ€œYour jacka**?โ€ he teased, โ€œSo Iโ€™m your jacka**?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t say that.โ€ I objected.

โ€œYes you did. Nice to know Iโ€™m yours! Pissant.โ€

Nick and Caleb stood watching us, then Caleb couldnโ€™t contain his words as they rushed out,

โ€œOh, bloody hell! Would you two just snog each other already and get it over with!? Everyone can see thereโ€™s something going on between the two of you.โ€

โ€œNot a bad idea.โ€ Erik joked as he looked down at me, โ€œWouldnโ€™t be the first time, love.โ€

โ€œFirst of all, Caleb...I donโ€™t like that term.โ€ I argued, โ€œAnd secondlyโ€ฆโ€ I glanced at Erik saying nothing before walking away, shaking my head, as I made my way through the villagesโ€™ crowd, finding my mom at one of the vendors, ogling all the fascinating items put on display.

โ€œSee you later, love.โ€ Erik smiled, watching as I disappeared into the crowd then hearing laughter nearby he turned his head watching as Sarah and Jonathan shared a tender kiss.

โ€œErik...Erik, over here! Yoo-hoo! Gorgeous!โ€ a loud irritating female voice shouted in a shrill-nasal tone and turning around facing toward the villagesโ€™ fountain, walking toward him through the crowd, was Betsy, a severely overweight female lycan. Late 20s, blonde page-boy haircut with bangs that framed her wide round face. To Erik, she resembled a female pig, wearing a dress and blonde wig.

Turning around thinking of any place better than his present location, he cursed,

โ€œF*ck meโ€ฆโ€ then he scampered through the crowd.

Jonathan, Nick and Caleb heard her voice and they too, disappeared as she waddled toward them.

โ€œThese men donโ€™t know what theyโ€™re missing. Theyโ€™re in denial.โ€ she complained in a Texan accent as she fluffed her hair then continued through the square, admiring all the men; Wraith, Lycynian and human. It wasnโ€™t the fact that she was overweight that left everyone making fun of the young woman. She had a very foul mouth and nothing but obscenities and filth spewed from her lips. Hence, labeling her as a pig in everyoneโ€™s eyes.

Afterwards, the Wraiths felt refreshed and rejuvenated, as if almost on a high.

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