Monthly Archives: November 2016

Meredith at the French Market

Meredith strolled through the French Market looking for a sun hat. It was November and 78 degrees. She couldn’t stop thinking about the note she found next to her pillow this morning. 

“Are you predator or are you prey? Decide!”

Her phone buzzed it was Jim again. I should have never told him, she thought.

“I need you to come home now, or I will fly out there and get you,” Jim said.

“You don’t understand, this is about my brother. I have a lead,” she said. “Oh I like that one,” she said to the lady seated at the table. It was brown weave with a sunflower.

“In New Orleans, that’s unlikely. I just don’t know if we can continue like this and who are you talking to?”

“What do you mean?” she asked even though she had heard this all before. 

His insecurity blared through her phone. 
She felt that ache in her throat that she often got when having this conversation with him. 

“Are you seeing someone else?” he asked. “Is it Dan Okada?”

And there it was again. She was sleeping with any man she was friends with.

“No, Dan is like a brother to me. I have to go.”

She put her phone away, but Jim buzzed again. She just ignored it. He had no reason to doubt her, she had never cheated on him. She played by the rules of being the good socialite girlfriend and he fit her list of qualifications too. He was perfect on paper as her best friend Sylvia always said. Unfortunately that’s all he was. She prayed everyday, “God let me love him today.” But that prayer was never answered. Jim would not stop buzzing there was a voicemail and two angry texts.

As she turned and exited onto Ursuline Avenue she locked eyes with a stunning man grinning at her as if he was looking into her soul. She almost felt violated by his predatory eyes. She felt a jump in her stomach and turned away. The message from the morning ran across her mind.

“Are you predator or are you prey? Decide!”

She knew the answer. She was prey. But if she was to find her brother she had to be a predator. She turned back around and looked straight back at him. Her stomach ached, her face quivered. He dropped his smile and loosened his gaze. He nodded at her in approval as he stepped into the coffee shop across the street. How did he do that? He was so close how did he just appear across the street? Was he….a vampire?


Tegan’s Freedom

As Tegan walked over dried leaves on Spring Street her phone buzzed incessantly. Everyone needed her advice or opinion on something. She realized with Justin gone she was now in charge. Really in charge. She had to call Ian, she was able to contact Ian for the first time in a hundred years, without permission, secrecy or repercussions. 

Justin’s new prison offered a new opportunity. She might even be able to reunite the clans. She was getting ahead of herself. For now she just needed to call her estranged husband. So why was she hesitating? Because she knew deep down there was no happily ever after with Ian. He would eventually try to take over the Clan himself if she let him back in.

Then there was Dylan husband number three always loyal but rash and vicious when needed. He was often more action than thought. He could be a problem too. 

Maybe she should lock them all in coffins she thought.

Tegan’s side of events

         Tegan arrived at the Bean on Beacon and Charles as Dan ordered his coffee. She hid in the back and felt into his energy. He was tense, emotional, angry. She went further and read his thoughts. He and Sean O’Rourke were preparing to leave their job today. Good for them, that Weller could be a son of a bitch, she thought. She needed more intell on everything else he was doing today. She had to touch him.

       “MEDIUM CHAI with whole milk, extra cinnamon for Tegan,” the barista said. 

        She moved forward to the faux white marble counter, Dan was standing close by, she nudged him as she walked by, a slight tingle of electricity went right to her solar plexus. He had the deep magic of the Okada bloodline but he buried it, sealed it behind a thick gray wall. She grabbed her chai, turned around, smiled, looked straight on into his deep brown eyes as she nudged him again as she tried to exit.

         “Tegan? Like Sarah and Tegan?” he asked.

             She felt his attraction like a blue flame hovering in the small space between them. She knew that energy. She had to cut it off.

            “More like running late, Tegan.” she said winking her right green eye at him. 

            She glided out the door sending a surge of sharp, frigid wind his way so he could not follow. She needed to get to his office before Dylan found Sean O’Rourke there.

A Bad Day

Tegan swallowed hard as she paced the floor her mind was a triathlon of thoughts. Who freed him? Why? How did they free him? Someone was always watching the tombs on the security system. And her last thought, it was bad to have just staked one of the only vampires in the world strong enough to help them.

Dylan only had one thought.

“The truce is over, Tegan,” he said. “The O’Rourkes will be coming, if we do not get to them first.”

With that he sped out of the tomb.

“Dylan, DON’T! Damn it.”

She raced up the stone steps after him, but he was gone only the aspen scent of him remained. The O’Rourkes, we could manage them, they weren’t hunters anymore. They were harmless. Oh shit, they were defenseless and she had placed Dan with them. This is was turning out to be one of the worst days in the last one hundred years!

First Draft, A Stake to the Heart

She didn’t hesitate upon the words entering her ears, piercing her heart, she raised the wooden stake in her right hand and rammed it hard right through Justin’s heart.

He let out a loud gasp. His brown eyes widened as he stared at her grasping for the stake.

Dylan gasped as well, but saw the opportunity and rushed over placing his hands over Tegan’s and shoved the stake in further.

Justin’s head flew back.

“How could you?” he whispered. I thought you understood.”

Tegan was silent as the tears flowed down her porcelain cheeks. Dylan lifted Justin’s body and placed him in Philippe’s empty coffin.

“Chains, we are going to need chains,” she said.