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some semblance of a normal life.
“But don’t you see? We could find out more about this legend, and like Sandra said, where else will we find mention of the ability of humans to resist vampire lull?” Ari said excitedly. “I mean, where else are we going to find out more? I’m open to suggestions.”
“Perhaps you could ask this google again,” Clyde suggested sarcastically, and Ari frowned.
“And what happens when the Ancients realise that we are using their library?” asked Patrick, jumping across the bar and pouring himself and Ryder a pint of amber coloured beer. “Do you think they will just let us peruse the books at our leisure?”
“Victoria is the Elder there,” said Thomas, and both Sandra and Ragon looked up at him in surprise.
“Victoria?” asked Ari.
Thomas ignored her and added, “If I tell her not to, she won’t mention our presence to anyone, least of all the Ancients. We could use the library without them ever knowing that we’re there. It’s not like any of the other vamps will be suspicious, I mean, it’s a university for vampires, and we are vampires!”
It looked as if Ragon was going to argue, but seeing Ari’s hopeful expression, his own face lightened and he said, “I suppose we don’t have any other choice.”
Ari nodded gleefully; in the back of her mind was the thought of continuing her studies at this Pasteur Institute. She didn’t dare mention this to Ragon, but allowed herself to be filled with hope; she would not give up on a chance at a normal life, no matter who wanted her dead.
“So I guess were going back to Uni?” Clyde said excitedly. “God I’ve missed cheerleaders.”
Chapter 4- The Pasteur Institute
The very next evening, on the first day of January, the Coven left the Sleepy Rabbit Inn, destined for the barge which would take them to the Pasteur Institute. Clyde had commandeered the bartender’s car, an old van which looked as if it had been made in the mid 1900’s.
“I’ll make sure he’s compensated,” Ragon assured Ari, when she looked sceptically at the keys Clyde jingled in front of her.
Ari scoffed; it seemed all Ragon did lately was compensate people; first Bert, then Bramond, and now the barman.
As they drove along the near deserted streets, Ari glanced around at the whimsical scenery of inland England. It was a cold day; the countryside was dotted with conifers, while a thick mist spilled onto the bitchermen and obscured the road from sight. Slowly the scenery blurred from a country setting, until the rolling hills revealed what was unmistakably the sea, bringing with it a salty aroma. Before long they had pulled up to a large docking area; an enormous sign above the ramp read ‘Heysham Ferry.’ The group had clambered out of the van and idled down the wooden dock, at the end of which a large ferry sat expectantly.
“So where exactly is this Pasteur Institution?” asked Ari, as she made her way onto the ferry with the rest of the coven.
“It’s a secret building hidden under sea,” said Clyde, failing to hide his smile. “You might have heard of it… I believe the human’s refer to it as Atlantis. You won’t have a problem, holding your breath… indefinitely?”
“Huh?” Ari asked, sure Clyde was joking.
“Clyde is being stupid. It’s on the Isle of Man,” said Patrick, before moving to an undercover area on the second level of the barge.
Ari shook her head and followed the coven onto the barge. The ferry itself was enormous, with many cars crammed onto it, all destined for any one of the several British Isles. The eerie fog that spilled from the forest had stayed with them to the coastline. Now it crept along the water like an unyielding blanket. The fog made it impossible for Ari to see anything at all, so that when the barge’s enormous engines finally started, it appeared as if they were floating above a
“But don’t you see? We could find out more about this legend, and like Sandra said, where else will we find mention of the ability of humans to resist vampire lull?” Ari said excitedly. “I mean, where else are we going to find out more? I’m open to suggestions.”
“Perhaps you could ask this google again,” Clyde suggested sarcastically, and Ari frowned.
“And what happens when the Ancients realise that we are using their library?” asked Patrick, jumping across the bar and pouring himself and Ryder a pint of amber coloured beer. “Do you think they will just let us peruse the books at our leisure?”
“Victoria is the Elder there,” said Thomas, and both Sandra and Ragon looked up at him in surprise.
“Victoria?” asked Ari.
Thomas ignored her and added, “If I tell her not to, she won’t mention our presence to anyone, least of all the Ancients. We could use the library without them ever knowing that we’re there. It’s not like any of the other vamps will be suspicious, I mean, it’s a university for vampires, and we are vampires!”
It looked as if Ragon was going to argue, but seeing Ari’s hopeful expression, his own face lightened and he said, “I suppose we don’t have any other choice.”
Ari nodded gleefully; in the back of her mind was the thought of continuing her studies at this Pasteur Institute. She didn’t dare mention this to Ragon, but allowed herself to be filled with hope; she would not give up on a chance at a normal life, no matter who wanted her dead.
“So I guess were going back to Uni?” Clyde said excitedly. “God I’ve missed cheerleaders.”
Chapter 4- The Pasteur Institute
The very next evening, on the first day of January, the Coven left the Sleepy Rabbit Inn, destined for the barge which would take them to the Pasteur Institute. Clyde had commandeered the bartender’s car, an old van which looked as if it had been made in the mid 1900’s.
“I’ll make sure he’s compensated,” Ragon assured Ari, when she looked sceptically at the keys Clyde jingled in front of her.
Ari scoffed; it seemed all Ragon did lately was compensate people; first Bert, then Bramond, and now the barman.
As they drove along the near deserted streets, Ari glanced around at the whimsical scenery of inland England. It was a cold day; the countryside was dotted with conifers, while a thick mist spilled onto the bitchermen and obscured the road from sight. Slowly the scenery blurred from a country setting, until the rolling hills revealed what was unmistakably the sea, bringing with it a salty aroma. Before long they had pulled up to a large docking area; an enormous sign above the ramp read ‘Heysham Ferry.’ The group had clambered out of the van and idled down the wooden dock, at the end of which a large ferry sat expectantly.
“So where exactly is this Pasteur Institution?” asked Ari, as she made her way onto the ferry with the rest of the coven.
“It’s a secret building hidden under sea,” said Clyde, failing to hide his smile. “You might have heard of it… I believe the human’s refer to it as Atlantis. You won’t have a problem, holding your breath… indefinitely?”
“Huh?” Ari asked, sure Clyde was joking.
“Clyde is being stupid. It’s on the Isle of Man,” said Patrick, before moving to an undercover area on the second level of the barge.
Ari shook her head and followed the coven onto the barge. The ferry itself was enormous, with many cars crammed onto it, all destined for any one of the several British Isles. The eerie fog that spilled from the forest had stayed with them to the coastline. Now it crept along the water like an unyielding blanket. The fog made it impossible for Ari to see anything at all, so that when the barge’s enormous engines finally started, it appeared as if they were floating above a
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