Art and John had returned to pick up Astra with a baby in arms. Art hadn’t really explained where he was going when he dropped Astra off for us to watch her. It was really none of my business but the baby got me curious.
The baby shared an uncanny resemblance with John. The same ash-blond hair and brown eyes. John smiled at the baby with delight unusually.
“What his name?” Kate asked eagerly, probably reminded of Danon when he was little.
“Day,” Art answered.
It was an unusual name.
“Can I see?” asked Astra.
“Yes, but don’t shout you’ll scare him,” John adds quietly kneeling down.
The television broadcast distracted me.
“Several infants in the Marksville, Louisiana area have mysteriously fallen ill. The doctors cannot figure out what has caused these young lives to go into comas. But as we speak I have been told they just discovered the eighth victim. The doctors warn against sending your kids out and close windows at night and make sure you watch them carefully. Back to Oliver with the weather,” the reporter spoke.
Damin was listening intently to the report. When I turned my attention back to John and Art they looked worried.
“A Shtriga,” Damin spoke quietly. “Guess I’m going to Louisiana.”
“Damin, wait,” John spoke. “Be careful, you’re also a viable target to it.”
“It likes girls and infants, I’m a little out of its age range,” he replies.
John looked up at me and stood back up.
He turns to me so his back is to Damin.
“I suggest someone going with him. If the Shtriga starts feeding on him it’s over. These things only appear every twenty years or so you have to hurry,” he whispers. “The only way to save a child who has been fed on by them is to kill it.”
His eyes are grave.
Day starts to cry.
“Shhh, shhh,” John whispers as he rocks the baby, he looks back at me again.
Art takes Astra’s hand and they leave out the front door.
“I’m going, those are kids who are dying and they’ll keep dying if we don’t get rid of the Shtriga,” Damin speaks.
“Do I need to come with you or do you have someone else in mind?” I question.
“No, I’ll call Rave, he lives near Marksville, the police force will kill you if you take any more time off for me,” Damin replies.
“How are you getting there?” I question.
“Can I take the car?” he questions innocently.
“Fine, just drive safely,” I reply annoyed.