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the bed and came to stand beside Hank, who pulled me against him. Jayson's breath was warm against my temple as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. I have no idea what might have happened next. No idea. Bill and Opal's images filled my vision; I screamed, grabbed Hank and Jayson and folded space.
* * *
A local agent had been waiting for Bill and Opal after a transfer flight from McClellan AFB. "Why are we going this direction?" Opal asked as they passed Daly City.
"Traffic," their driver replied, taking an exit off the highway. The car was surrounded the moment they stopped at the end of the exit.
"Get out," their driver turned a gun on his passengers. "This is where we end you."
* * *
Breanne's Journal
Hank and Jayson were dumped behind the car as I screamed compulsion. "Let them go," I shouted. Two men held Opal; another two held Bill while the driver took aim—his pistol was pointed toward Bill, first.
Four men took their hands away, but the driver turned in my direction. I gasped as I read him—he had an obsession, and I had no idea whether my compulsion might work against him. "Girlie, I'm gonna shoot you first," he grinned, pointing the gun at me. I didn't have time to register that my question was answered—I held out a hand and he dissolved into glittering sparks.
"Don't you ever, ever, threaten Bill and Opal," I hissed as the sparks winked out. "Now, the rest of you," I turned on them. Yeah, my eyes were red and fangs pricked my bottom lip. "You're going to tell us everything you know, aren't you?" I stalked angrily toward them.
"Breanne, let us handle this," Bill said softly. "We'll take them in. Come on, sweetheart, you've done enough."
"Bree," Hank gripped my elbows, pulling me against his chest. "Let it go, baby. Okay?" They thought I was crazy. Maybe, for a few seconds at least, I had been. If I hadn't stepped in, Bill and Opal would be dead. I wasn't willing to let that happen, and I sure didn't want to attract the attention of anybody else out there by Changing What Was again.
* * *
Jayson closed my hand around a cup of hot chocolate. I was shaking while waiting in a small room inside a ten-story building in San Francisco. Bill had made a call; we'd gotten a conventional ride back to the city and Bill and Opal were in another room while four men were questioned by local agents.
Hank, Jayson and I waited in a small room nearby while the questioning took place. Hank paced and Jayson sent confused looks my way occasionally, but the wait had been made mostly in silence.
At least Bill had seen the sense in placing compulsion on the four men before we were picked up—they didn't need to spill their knowledge of me—that they'd seen me separate particles while showing red eyes and fangs. Bill knew I was vampire, now, and I had no idea what he'd say or do about that. I hunched my shoulders and sipped hot chocolate.
Bill and Opal walked in and closed the door behind them. I was too afraid to look up. I didn't want to see fear or condemnation in Bill's eyes. It brought back too many memories—memories of people staring while their faces (and minds) registered the horror they felt after seeing my scarred and misshapen face and body.
"Breanne," Bill knelt on one knee beside me. "Look at me, sweetheart." I lifted my eyes to him. He smiled. "Thank you for saving us," he said, before leaning in to kiss me.
* * *
"What is that called—what you did?" We all sat around Jayson's kitchen island. Jayson and Hank had passed out drinks; there was no glass of wine, this time—Hank handed me a Scotch and ginger ale, and at least two-thirds of it was Scotch. Jayson asked the question while sipping Scotch and soda.
"It's called separating particles. The Larentii do it," I mumbled. Well, they may as well have me committed for telling the truth.
"Those tall, blue men?" Bill blinked at me.
"You've seen them?"
"I've seen one. He saved your sister."
Lowering my shields, I read the memory in Bill. He'd seen Pheligar.
* * *
A local agent had been waiting for Bill and Opal after a transfer flight from McClellan AFB. "Why are we going this direction?" Opal asked as they passed Daly City.
"Traffic," their driver replied, taking an exit off the highway. The car was surrounded the moment they stopped at the end of the exit.
"Get out," their driver turned a gun on his passengers. "This is where we end you."
* * *
Breanne's Journal
Hank and Jayson were dumped behind the car as I screamed compulsion. "Let them go," I shouted. Two men held Opal; another two held Bill while the driver took aim—his pistol was pointed toward Bill, first.
Four men took their hands away, but the driver turned in my direction. I gasped as I read him—he had an obsession, and I had no idea whether my compulsion might work against him. "Girlie, I'm gonna shoot you first," he grinned, pointing the gun at me. I didn't have time to register that my question was answered—I held out a hand and he dissolved into glittering sparks.
"Don't you ever, ever, threaten Bill and Opal," I hissed as the sparks winked out. "Now, the rest of you," I turned on them. Yeah, my eyes were red and fangs pricked my bottom lip. "You're going to tell us everything you know, aren't you?" I stalked angrily toward them.
"Breanne, let us handle this," Bill said softly. "We'll take them in. Come on, sweetheart, you've done enough."
"Bree," Hank gripped my elbows, pulling me against his chest. "Let it go, baby. Okay?" They thought I was crazy. Maybe, for a few seconds at least, I had been. If I hadn't stepped in, Bill and Opal would be dead. I wasn't willing to let that happen, and I sure didn't want to attract the attention of anybody else out there by Changing What Was again.
* * *
Jayson closed my hand around a cup of hot chocolate. I was shaking while waiting in a small room inside a ten-story building in San Francisco. Bill had made a call; we'd gotten a conventional ride back to the city and Bill and Opal were in another room while four men were questioned by local agents.
Hank, Jayson and I waited in a small room nearby while the questioning took place. Hank paced and Jayson sent confused looks my way occasionally, but the wait had been made mostly in silence.
At least Bill had seen the sense in placing compulsion on the four men before we were picked up—they didn't need to spill their knowledge of me—that they'd seen me separate particles while showing red eyes and fangs. Bill knew I was vampire, now, and I had no idea what he'd say or do about that. I hunched my shoulders and sipped hot chocolate.
Bill and Opal walked in and closed the door behind them. I was too afraid to look up. I didn't want to see fear or condemnation in Bill's eyes. It brought back too many memories—memories of people staring while their faces (and minds) registered the horror they felt after seeing my scarred and misshapen face and body.
"Breanne," Bill knelt on one knee beside me. "Look at me, sweetheart." I lifted my eyes to him. He smiled. "Thank you for saving us," he said, before leaning in to kiss me.
* * *
"What is that called—what you did?" We all sat around Jayson's kitchen island. Jayson and Hank had passed out drinks; there was no glass of wine, this time—Hank handed me a Scotch and ginger ale, and at least two-thirds of it was Scotch. Jayson asked the question while sipping Scotch and soda.
"It's called separating particles. The Larentii do it," I mumbled. Well, they may as well have me committed for telling the truth.
"Those tall, blue men?" Bill blinked at me.
"You've seen them?"
"I've seen one. He saved your sister."
Lowering my shields, I read the memory in Bill. He'd seen Pheligar.
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