Two guns cocked in the enclosed space, first the shackle of the shotgun and then the piece of an old revolver. She had the shotgun leveled at the stomach of a long, tall figure with black hair down to the back of his neck. The man stood taller than her when she told her that he came in peace, also noticing that his eyes are embers in red.
“What do you want, suck head?” She kept the gun leveled to her shoulder.
“I’m just here to find my friend, that’s all.” Val spoke to her in reconciliation when he looked at the children that are upon the stairs, moving closer in inches from him.
“I’m not here to harm anyone. I’m just here to make a truce.”
Clara’s eyes narrowed in pure mystery.
“What is that?”
“I want you to get to know one vampire girl with telekinetic powers. I will keep her here under imprisonment. I will tell my people about it and they will know. If she tries to leave then we will know. If she does anything to harm you and succeeds then we will know as well.”
Clara kept the shotgun to her shoulder. She turned from the vampire with the gun to look at the children that are on the stairs.
“All of you get upstairs. It will be okay.” She nodded her head when they stood there, confused with all of their faces looking at each other. They retreated in curious wonder to the events of anew that are happening in such little time.
“What is in it for the children?” Clara asked Val.
“They haven’t eaten in quite some time. Let me set them up for tonight. I’ll tell my people that this will be marked for our people.”
“That is not going to happen.” Clara clutched her trigger finger around the trigger. The trigger only has about a half of pound until it fires.
“Just listen to what I’m saying. I’m offering a supply line to those children. That’s all.” Val put the hammer down on the gun and dropped it back into his holster.
“I’m not here to hurt anyone. I just want to make us partners.”
“Why should I trust you?”
Val looked at Fred, nodding his head and then looking back at Clara with the shotgun still pointed to his stomach.
“You had a husband a long time ago. He found a child on the side of the road wrapped in a wicker basket. You named the child Jessa. She was such a sweet child. You went to the police to ask for help but they couldn’t find the mother. Months rolled by. You started taking care of her. Those months rolled into years when your husband by the name of Marcus kept truck driving. One night, he came back with his forearm all bandaged up. You knew he did it when you asked him what happened to him. What did he tell you?”
Clara eyes started to well up.
“He said that he slid his forearm one of the semi rims after checking it for air. He had a nasty scrap.”
Val nodded.
“Did you ever see that wound?”
Tears streamed down her face.
“No, not until after I did it. He was standing over the bed. Her bed as all I can see is the blood on the walls. He turned to me, not being Marcus anymore but a monster with a pale face. I ran out of the room and he ran after me. He was never quicker than he was that night. We fell down the stairs as he tried to lunge for me. One of the banister bars broke on our way down and he had me pinned to the ground. He tried to go for my neck but I am better than him. I overpowered him and hit him in the head again and again until there was nothing left. I buried him in the hole about ten feet deep. I couldn’t get out of that hole without a step ladder. But I did it and I planted a garden over it. I told the police that he ran away and they knew I was telling the truth. I never lied to them when I also conveyed another lie. It was the worst lie that I ever had to place on him.”
“You don’t have to say anymore.” Val felt her heartache when he did something that he hardly ever does in his whole unnatural life before. He came close and hugged her as Fred watched all of this.
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