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us was funny.
    “Alright. I’ll see what I can find out and
meet with you afterward. Maybe you’ll have some better ideas with
some more information.”
    “Indeed. Take care daughter. Oh, I have
already taken the liberty to notify Tristan.”
    I smiled even though he couldn’t see. Lucian
always knew everything so it didn’t surprise me that he was aware
of Tristan’s complaint yesterday.
    “I’m sure he appreciates being first to
know.”
    He chuckled. “Yes, I’m sure he does. Take
care daughter. I will see you soon.”
    “You too father.”
    I hung up the phone and got ready to leave.
There was a horn honk from outside so I grabbed my jacket and ran
for the door. As I got in the car I smiled at Tristan but he didn’t
say a word. He knows better than to complain. It’ll just lead to
more unwanted situations like this one.
    “You look tired,” he said after a few
minutes.
    “I’m not surprised. This is the second night
in a row that I only managed to get three hours of sleep.”
    He shook his head. “You can go much longer.
You visited Doyle last night.”
    He hadn’t bothered to ask and I didn’t bother
to answer.
    “I asked you not to go see him unless you
needed to.”
    “Part of this agreement is I feed him when he
really needs it too.”
    “He could find someone else for that you
can’t.”
    “I could.”
    “Not easily. Not someone you could trust not
to just kill you.”
    “Tristan. I told him I couldn’t do it anymore
and that he needed to find someone else. Does that end this
argument?”
    “Only if you meant it. I know how he ropes
you back in. You’re the only person in the world who thinks a Demon
is a good guy.”
    “I’m sure he wasn’t at one point. Just as I’m
sure he had done some truly heinous things in his past but as long
as he’s trying to be better I will try to help him be better.”
    “Then help him by finding him another donor.”
He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Hey, you think you could
take out a personal ad for something like that.”
    “And say what? ‘Lonely Demon seeking
energetic woman to feed off and fuck.’”
    “Or what about this one. ‘Hungry Demon
seeking next snack and sex.’ Short and sweet, nothing like Doyle at
all.”
    “Son, stop hating on him. What is your
problem with him anyway? It’s not like he’s the stepdad you just
can’t get along with. I only see him every once in a while but
you’ve hated him since first learning about him.”
    “I’m sorry I don’t love the idea that the one
woman in my life I care about is feeding herself to a Demon. It’s
not right, mom. He could kill you and then where would I be?”
    Alone. I didn’t say it and neither did he.
He’s always feared being alone, even as a little child. My mind was
instantly thrown back into the day I first met him. My too skinny,
dirty, little boy.
    I had been tracking a small pack of
Loup-garou twenty-two years ago. They had been feeding off Human
flesh in the greater Chicago area and I had been sent in to put
them to a stop. The alpha of the group was a sly one. Whereas most
werewolves prefer the woods and country life this one kept his gang
to the inner city. It was harder to be spotted in the crowd and
easier for them to find prey. Twenty-eight Humans had been killed
and partially eaten by this group before I found them at a low-rent
motel.
    After killing them I left the room and
started down the balcony toward the stairs leading to the parking
lot. I was passing the room next to the Loups when I heard a small
voice.
    “Mama. Mama wake up. Please.”
    I didn’t even slow my stride. That wasn’t my
problem if his mom was too drunk to get out of bed. I learned long
ago that you can’t help everyone and there wasn’t anything I could
do about a situation like that.
    “Mama. I’m alone. Please don’t leave me
alone.”
    I stopped without turning. His tiny voice was
playing my heart strings like a harp. He sounded so sad and the
worst thing was the