“How did you do it?” Fred asked Luka that is still sitting in that same stance. Her blade which is a custom made katana sat between her thighs when Luka looked at her shirt.
“Your asshole of a friend does like to bleed a lot. I always knew him to be a bleeder.” Luka sniffed, trying to wipe the dried blood in her shirt.
“Are you going to ask my question?” Fred raised his voice on the next octave with his face clenched.
“Don’t piss me off. I know what you done and I know what you can do. That Clint Eastwood Unforgiven shit is deep within you. I know what you can be capable of.” Luka cocked her head when she delved deep inside his head.
“You lied about Cicero and what was done. Did you? You knew he was a junkie and the cops cleared for a bigger score. What did you do is worse than just killing a couple of Vampires.” Luka shook her head when Fred started to tremble behind the wheel. He drove closer to the bar with his mind all in many different directions.
“Who shot Cicero? That is what I don’t know. I can’t go deep into that complex mind of…” Luka face lightened up when she her lips dropped down.
“It was after you met her. Didn’t you?” Luka sat there with a stony expression before her lips curled up into a smile.
“What did you do? What kind of inhuman thing did you do?” She started to stream tears down her face with remorse.
“You are nothing like the hunters; none at all.” Luka moved her hand over to his face and touched his cheek like some passionate wonder.
“Keep driving. This is nearly over.” Luka moved her hand back, wiping the tears from her eyes when her face drove into the foundation of getting back into the groove again.
The car’s engine had no chop to it when they drove in silence for almost a minute.
“What is going to happen to Val?” Fred asked with his voice only a croak.
Luka turned and only shrug when they continued to drive in silence.
Fantasy