their own time."
He watched Gabby's receding form until she disappeared through the trees. Listening to the cemetery closely, he heard nothing but the normal sounds of the forest and Sam's heavy footsteps. How could he wait when he was the one being stalked by god knows what? He knew there was nothing he could do but follow his brother home and keep one eye open at all times. And that annoyed the hell out of him. Hesitantly, he followed Sam home.
CHAPTER FOUR
T hree days had passed since Gabby had cast the summoning spell. And for three days nothing had happened. Zac was a very impatient vampire. Ironic, since he had all the time in the world. Strangely, he'd been more patient as a human being and then it took a lot longer to get anywhere other than where you were.
"You know, I'm sick of all this waiting. There's got to be something we can do," he sighed, looking out the window of the parlor into the garden.
"It's only been three days," Sam said, glancing up from his book, annoyed.
The front door slammed closed, but neither of them looked to see who it was. They knew Liz was walking down the hallway.
"Are you going to tell her?" Zac raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you?" Sam retorted.
"Where have you two been hiding the past few days?" Liz said, as she walked into the parlor. "Wait. Maybe I don't want to know the answer to that."
"Then why'd you ask?" Zac grinned wickedly at her when she rolled her eyes.
"Where were you when I came looking for you on Sunday? I thought we were going to do something?" Liz asked Sam, who glanced to his brother, not knowing what he should say.
"We were out with Gabby performing blood sacrifices," Zac winked at her, a mocking tone in his voice. "Why are you asking anyway? I know Gabby told you."
"How did you know?" she asked, confused.
"I didn't, you just told me," he ducked as a cushion flew at his head.
Sam groaned inwardly. Of course Gabby would tell her. They shared just about everything with each other and stood to reason she'd share this bombshell as well.
"When were you going to tell me?" Liz objected.
"I knew you'd disapprove," Zac said, leaning against the windowsill.
"Yeah, of course I do," she cried, annoyed. "Did you think any of it through?"
"Yes, of course I did," he looked away. He didn't like to keep her out of the loop, but he had to.
"All of five seconds!"
"Look, if we had of told you, we would have spent ten years arguing about whether we were going to do it or not. And if you hadn't noticed, I think ten years is a bit of an optimistic time frame for planning our defenses," Zac smiled sarcastically. "That's why I'm me and you're you."
Liz sighed dramatically, sitting back onto the couch, her arms folded across her chest, "Fine. It's too late now."
Zac shook his head, "Anyway, you guys are getting hungry. Have you thought about the Chihuahua’s?"
"We've had to go further afield to hunt," Sam said. "It's getting harder to dodge them."
The werewolf pack had lived in a smaller town nearby for years, or so they had heard. They weren't an issue to the brothers when they had first returned home, but that may have had something to do with them trying to be human. Once they had caught on that vampires were living in the area, they did all they could to inch them out. Especially once they knew that Sam and Liz only fed on animals. Claiming even more territory until they had it all.
"They're pushing us out so they can claim the town," Liz said.
"That's because they know they can't win a fight against all of us together," Zac scoffed. "They're using dirty underhanded techniques to get their own way."
"I know what you're trying to insinuate, Zac," Sam warned.
"What? It's is our home and sure as hell I'm not going to let some dog screw with you," he said defensively.
"The moon is almost full," Sam warned.
The werewolves would be stronger the closer it came to a full moon, when their compulsory transformation neared. It would be stupid to