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us a new perspective on things, doesn't it? I suppose we could
change things up just a tiny bit here. I will have to discuss this with my
brethren but I see no reason to continue hunting him. Instead, perhaps we can
put our efforts into the one who changed him, leaving him alone and unknowing.
He should have had a trainer. We will get back to you, and in the meantime the
mist will dissipate. That is all.
    Diandra slumped to the ground as she was roughly pushed out
of the strange creature's mind. She shuddered and wished for home and her
jungle-like bathroom. She'd slit her wrists for a bleach bath.
    "Well!" Jonah shrieked with impatience. "What
did they say? Are they going to let me live?" He danced from foot to foot
in anticipation of her response and a second shudder ran over her from head to
toe as she was forcefully reminded of the cops that came to break the news. The
older of them had danced like he had to pee, she remembered.
    Glaring at Jonah she finally responded. "The Council is
considering it and will get back to us after they've discussed it. In the
meantime you need not fear the mist- it's gone, at least until they make a
decision." She climbed slowly to her feet with the aid of Lizbeth's hand
and looked down at her dewy legs with a moue of distaste. There went this
outfit.
    "That's fantastic, Dia!" Jonah scooped her up,
spun her round in his arms and planted a smacking kiss on her blood red lips,
pulling back with his smile stained in her lipstick. "Let's go home, baby,
and wait for their response." He set her down and started towards the car
then stopped when he realized she wasn't following him. "What?"
    Diandra drew herself up to her full height, planted herself
firmly on the dirt and forced herself into his mind. Then she threw all her
memories as him- the files from the filing cabinet that detailed his dirty
work, the cops at her door and how they treated her as they related her death,
and most of all the way the scene had played out when he changed her into a
vampire. For good measure before she broke the connection she threw a memory of
her and Lizbeth's first time making love into his head. She watched in
satisfaction as he paled, flushed and then paled again before looking at her
with cold eyes. "You lost the right to me a long time ago you selfish son
of a bitch. Don't touch me, don't fucking kiss me, and never call me 'Dia'
again. That name is for friends and you are most definitely not my friend.
Lizbeth and I will be heading home. You can go fuck yourself for all I care. It
is our home now and no longer yours." She grabbed Lizbeth's hand and
headed for the car, striding past Jonah as he stared at her in slack-jawed
surprise. She grinned to herself then turned to Eamon. "Are you coming?"
    Eamon laughed aloud. "Hell yeah, I'd love to! Got any
tuna fish?" he asked as he linked arms with Diandra and the three of them
headed for the Nissan. Jonah stood there and watched them go with a mix of
regret and rage. As the engine noise faded into the distance he threw his head
back and howled his frustration at the moon.
    Chapter
Eight
    A few hours later Diandra, Lizbeth and Eamon were settled
into the parlor with RaeLynn sleeping in her playpen. The adults laughed
quietly as they relaxed for a change watching a campy 80's vampire movie.
Lizbeth and Diandra were curled up together on the loveseat while Eamon had
kicked his boots off and propped his feet on the coffee table. He and Diandra
were nursing spiked glasses of blood while Lizbeth had a glass of white wine
sitting on the end table at her side. The noise kicked up a level as Eamon and
Diandra hooted at the unrealistic ending to the movie and Lizbeth pegged them
with popcorn with unerring accuracy.
    "Oh, come on!" Diandra gasped, wiping tears of
laughter from the corners of her eyes. "Did you see that shit? Did you see
the vampire shrieking in agony as he disintegrated into a pile of steaming ash?
What kind of garbage is that?" She started laughing all over