Walking forward, I heard them a minute later and then saw three motorbikes. I walked over the hill and they were driving straight for me. They didn’t stop at first and I held my ground. Within minutes, they were circling about twenty feet around me. I waited while the dust spun up. It made breathing hard.
Assholes.
Finally, one drove closer and the others stopped.
“Fancy finding a piece of tail out here?” the biggest and ugliest said from a few feet away.
He was dressed in dirty jeans and a leather vest. No shirt to cover his overly hairy body. He had several thick gold chains around his neck and I wondered if they got caught up in his chest hair. His shaggy brown hair was oily and rivulets of sweat rolled down his dirty face into his scraggily unkempt beard. All I could smell were the bike exhaust fumes but I had a feeling they covered the group’s body odor. I should be thankful. My eyes quickly scanned the other two. Triplets came to mind. They matched all the way to their bushy beards.
“I’m minding my own business. Leave me alone.” It was pure bravado. Why had the chopper guys left me? The escort idea was gone now.
“We got a live one, boys.”
They were going to have more than a live one if they tried anything.
“What’s in the pack?” the same guy asked.
“None of your business. I would suggest you leave.” I’d deepened my voice because the last thing I wanted was for it to squeak.
They laughed more than they should have. I was a riot when I got going, but still.
I practiced with my sword in the tent but hadn’t had a sparring partner since my father died. This didn’t deter me. I watched as they lay down their bikes and moved closer.
I slid the backpack off and allowed it to tumble to the ground. They spread out.
“You know how to use that sword?” one of them asked.
“Why don’t you be the first to find out,” I said. The tingling in my fingers grew.
“You need to remove it in order to use it,” the third one said.
They laughed at my expense.
“If I need to, I will. I don’t think it will be necessary.” I yawned for good measure.
The energy sizzled again but this time it ran up my arms, through my torso, and down my legs. I should be glowing but the idiots didn’t say anything so I doubted I was. I didn’t think it would stop me from defending myself but it was much stronger and I wasn’t sure how it would affect me.
“Whose first?” I asked and smiled.
“What makes you think we won’t all come together?” idiot number one asked.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I said. “Someone will come in first, I’ll put him down, and the other two will come in together. You don’t think it will go that way so the first will come in alone to see if my fighting skills are as smart as my mouth. I’m waiting.” Talking too much when I was nervous was a thing with me.
Idiot one did the honors. I slipped his grab, bent low, and pulled the knife from my right boot. It was a slow draw because the jeans were tight against the scuffed leather of the boot. He was thankfully slow and missed me on his first charge. I had the knife in my hand and buried it in his gut when he came back for more. I twisted to the side when he went down, grabbing his stomach wound and groaning in pain. The other two charged just as I’d said they would.
I’d witnessed my father fight and kill and I had done the same, though not on his scale. His fighting was a thing of beauty. I wasn’t bloodthirsty but I didn’t turn away from violence. The thousands of hours my father spent training me came back. I could hear him inside my head.
Move, flow with the air, slice, stab, cut. Be one with your blade. He’d taught me to use both a knife and sword. Three minutes later, all three idiots were down. The first one was still alive. He was crawling away while bleeding out. He wouldn’t get far but I couldn’t take a chance.
“They chose death so never leave them alive,” my father had told me repeatedly.
I walked over to the man, grabbed him by the hair, and sliced his throat. A short gurgle was my answer. I removed his bloody neck chains, wiped them on his jeans, and cleaned out his pockets. I checked the other bodies. They each had an assortment of gold and silver coins which went in the backpack after I placed a few in my pockets. The jewelry was stashed in the pack too. I wouldn’t need to sell a small bag of gunpowder for a room on my first night in the city.
I examined the bikes and chose the best one. It had no identifying marks, which was a good thing. These guys belonged to a street gang and they wouldn’t be happy that I’d killed their men or took their money. Spoils of war. They would have done far worse to me, including killing me when they finished.
I’d had my first kill when I was eleven. My father held me that night while my entire body shook. I wasn’t upset about killing the bad man; I was upset that he almost got me. I’d had six years without hurting a fly, but the killing came back easily.
I hid the two bikes in a gully and dragged the bodies beside them. I was hot and sweaty by the time I’d finished. The container of water helped and I drank half of it.
I didn’t ask for trouble but I didn’t run from it either. If my father could forgive me for returning to the city, he would be proud.
I felt his presence.
“You’re faster now,” he said inside my head.
I’d noticed my speed while I fought. I hadn’t felt rusty and I knew where the strike was coming before it landed. I’d blocked them all. My father had that ability but it was a first for me.
I tucked the jeans into my boots so my knives would be easier to grab if I needed them again. No, when I needed them. The day was still young and I may not have a place to sleep. My father’s friends could be long gone.
I made it into the city without being stopped again. I was pretty good on the bike. It was something else that came back quickly. The map stayed in the helicopter but I knew the way. I would go to the black market the following day, but if I wanted to last more than ten minutes, I needed to give them a name they knew.
I wasn’t sure if it was wise to give my father’s name.
If Mira and Kenner were still around, I could use their name if they were willing to back me. I drove through the streets which were narrower than I remembered. It could be the cement barricades blocking the entrances to buildings along the route. Street urchins scrambled up and over the short cement walls and ran in and out of traffic. There were no cars, just motorbikes and horses. I saw oxen towing a wagon.
It was the city I remembered.
I found the hotel. It was run-down but no more so than the last time I’d seen it. This was where I’d gone after my father died.I opened the thick wooden door and entered. It was cooler inside with the Spanish tiled floor exactly as I remembered. A familiar woman stood behind the counter. She hadn’t aged.“We’re booked,” she said without looking up. “Try the rooms down the street.”She told everyone this.“Mira?” I asked.She looked up and examined me.“Who are you?” she asked.“Tara.”It took her a moment to accept that I was who I said I was. She walked from behind the counter and drew closer. The biggest smile broke across her face and I was wrapped in her ample arms and pulled against her wide body and bulging breasts. I couldn’t breathe for a moment; her hug was so tight.She released me and held me at arm’s length.“We thought you were dead.”“Why would you think that?” I asked quizzically.“It’s been six years,” she replied sternly.Mira and her husband Kenner—I didn’t know his
The wooden sword was perfectly balanced, though lighter than a metal sword. Kenner had his own metal forge and carved the wooden ones himself. I’d left my sword in my room. Kenner made it for me when my father commissioned it. Kenner said it was his best work. I looked at the swords on the wall and had trouble believing it. They were all beautifully detailed and made with love.We went straight to the courtyard to the area where I’d watched him and my father practice. There were rises of different heights on all sides with sand traps between. I would listen to the clash of their swords for hours as they dodged, jumped, and charged.My father never told Kenner he took it easy on him but I knew. We faced each other but neither of us bowed. Respect to your opponent was given after a fight. Kenner came at me with a solid mid strike which he pulled and reversed the blade so it came upward, looking for an opening.My fingers tingled and I dodged the move, knowing his intent.“You have been
After they walked inside, I stood where I was for a few minutes, wondering if talking to them about the gift was something I should have done. I hated being skeptical of people who obviously loved me, but my father’s training was hard to put aside.I had to trust my intuition and it told me Mira and Kenner would never betray me. I went upstairs to my room. My father’s sword remained in my hand. I placed it on the chest of drawers before I sat on the bed. I held the package for several minutes, simply savoring it. When I was ready, I attacked the string first. It was knotted and had to be cut. I slowly removed the paper. Inside was a square wooden box about an inch thick. It had no seam to open and I wondered if it was simply a piece of cut, polished wood. My fingers tingled as I held it. The energy grew until it lit up the entire room. I allowed it to expand. The box recognized my magic.Blue, purple, and green swirled around the room. I watched the wood change into something else ent
I kept a tight hold on the sword, adjusted my stance, and held on. It glowed and pulsed. My father’s instructions didn’t say how long to keep it in the dirt or that I should hold it. I’d never had an affinity for plants, but now, the surrounding plants reached toward me. I carefully released the sword with one hand and touched one. Its energy caressed my fingers. I exhaled in wonder.“Tara?” Kenner asked.I jumped and then turned and smiled.“My father gave me a few instructions,” I said excitedly. “Apparently, the plants and earth recharge my power. He never mentioned any of this to you?” It was a stupid question because I knew the answer.“He told me it was dangerous for me and Mira to know too much and I took him at his word. When I first met your father, the war between the vampires, werewolves, and humans was raging. The last thing humans needed to know was that there were more supernatural secrets.” He paused for a moment, picking his words carefully. “I was opposed to the vamps
“What are you doing here in the middle of the week, Kenner?” a large man, unwashed and wreaking of alcohol asked.“Get out of my way, Nelson. I have business and it’s none of yours.”“Bastard.”“Drunk.”We continued our slow and steady pace until I noticed motorbikes, very similar to the one stored in Kenner’s barn, parked along a cracked sidewalk.“They’ll know where you got the bike so better off leaving it where it is and ride the horse if you come back. They’ll also know how many of their men you had to kill too.”“It was three.”“Sword?”“Knives.”He bit his lip. “You need no lessons in lying.”I followed Kenner’s example and got off the horse when he did. We walked them closer to a small group of men and Kenner handed me his reins.“Is Murdock around?” he asked no one in particular.“Who wants to know?” The man who spoke was twice the size of Kenner. He wasn’t bad-looking in a Neanderthal kind of way. His shaggy hair reminded me of Dog. The man had recently worked on a motorbike
The rumors were the prophecy my father spoke of in his letter. It made sense but still didn’t help me.“I’m not some great savior,” I told him honestly. “I couldn’t even help myself when I left after my father died.”He waved his hand in frustration. “You found a position in the military as a civilian which is unheard of. You’ve kept your power a secret and stayed hidden. You saved yourself with no help.”“I had no choice,” I argued. “If it’s different, kill it. That’s the human anthem and why I’m in this mess. I’m—” I hesitated. “Different.”He stayed silent until we saw his home in the distance.“You are not a monster,” he said softly but with resolve.I hadn’t said monster but he knew I thought it.My father said he and my mother were powerful but the wielders hadn’t defeated the vampires or weres and they never faced humans. Healing others, making a sword burn, and tingly fingers were one thing, changing the world, quite another.Dinner was a quiet affair. Mira looked between me a
I moved on instinct. My sword was in my hand and blue fire lit up the room.“That answers my question,” the vampire said. He remained seated, seemingly unconcerned that I was prepared to remove his head from his body. “I would suggest you take a seat. It wasn’t easy to find you or get you here and we have much to talk about.”“I do not talk to vampires.”He smiled, showing fangs. His hand came up and he flicked his fingers. Murdock stood from the table and left the room with the man who showed me in.This gave me a minute to observe the vampire. The fact he was the most gorgeous man alive shouldn’t affect me, but it did. I had to remind myself that vampires were designed this way. They tempted their prey with staggering sexuality. I was not immune.“You are coming into your power,” he said.He knew who I was. This was not good. I remained in my fighter’s stance, ready for the coming battle.“Tara.” My name was a caress on his lips. “I have known who you are, what you are, and where yo
“Do not kill her,” Vilkas yelled through large, distorted jaws that should have been unable to communicate.Blue fire ran up my blade and I went into fight mode. The second wolf attacked. Sharp claws deflected my thrust, but power was building inside me and I moved faster than I had in the past two days. Chunks of fur and muscle made the beast roar so loud it hurt my ears.Vilkas was growling as he and Sable fought, but there was no time to check who was winning. Two more wolves burst into the room. They didn’t interfere with the fight between Vilkas and Sable. They came at me.A claw raked my side, causing a burning pain, and I cried out.Vilkas roared at his men. “If you harm her, I will kill you.”I grabbed my burning side with my free hand and felt another surge of power when blood soaked my fingers. My blade burned brighter. I slashed across the first wolf’s throat, almost severing his head.The other two stopped for a moment and spread out. If Vilkas wanted me alive, it gave me