“You have been given a free ride thus far,” said General Edwards. “It’s time to test your duty to this country. I need to know, are you up for it, Ms. Layton?”
The confusing question did little to settle my nerves. Edwards was an uptight, yes-man, who now expected others to yes-man him. Somewhere in his sixties, his shortly cropped hair and shaved face, all the way to his shiny black boots, proved he had no business commanding a fighting force. He didn’t get dirty, nor go without meals or a place to urinate or shit in privacy. This was his third appearance during the past year at an outpost he commanded. It was the first time I’d been ordered to his barely used office which was a tent larger than my sleeping quarters.
Who exactly was I to be called in front of a general?
Tara Layton, at your service. I was the only civilian at the outpost and I desperately needed to stay under the radar. My shoulder-length, thick brown hair, uninteresting features that no one would call beautiful, and five two height, allowed me to stay far below that radar. The general was not helping matters. Forty years ago, vampires and werewolves decided to make their presence known to humans. It went over like one would expect. If it was different than us, kill it.
All hell had broken loose because as it turned out, vampires and werewolves were hard to kill. It would have been easier if the powers that be had figured out early on that the two supernatural entities hated each other. Humans could have teamed up with one side or the other and possibly won. Nope, that’s not how the elite human race worked. Monsters were monsters and needed to be annihilated.
Long story short, we lost the war. Vampires and werewolves had been in control for ten years. Our human military had a limited force and its primary function was to keep rural areas safe. Rural areas were overpopulated due to the surge from the cities. Not all humans lived rurally, but human street gangs ran the city and the people who lived there were a breed of tough individuals who could handle the new rules. This was all happening while vampires and werewolves continued fighting each other. Vamps had the eastern states and weres the west. The military outpost I called home was in the center of the two.
There had to be a catastrophic reason I was standing in front of the general. I was so stunned at what he’d asked me that concentration was hard. He also had a mole on his chin that had two long black hairs growing from it and no matter how much I tried not to see it, I failed.
“Ms. Layton, you haven’t answered my question.”
Oh right, there was a question. Why didn’t he just pluck the hairs?
Edwards was the top commander in the area and he’d never liked me. He’d arrived at the outpost an hour before. The primary function of this unit was to give humans safe passage to towns that no longer wanted them. Sometimes military intervention was required to make the towns open their doors.
I needed to focus and take the general’s question seriously. I had to look him in the eyes, forget the mole, and say exactly what he wanted to hear. So why did I have such a bad feeling about this?
Doing as the general requested could gain me a military position. But, and that was a huge but, I had to keep a low profile. I’d managed to do so for years and a bonified rank wasn’t in my plans.
“How would you like me to answer your question?” I asked carefully, stalling for time so I could think this through.
The general sputtered. Edwards expected blind loyalty even from a lowly civilian. His incredulous gaze went to the other man standing in the tent, Captain Davies. Davies was medium height with a nice full head of military cut brown hair. His most stunning feature was his eyes that were hazel, with eyelashes most women would die for. I wasn’t most women. I didn’t want to catch his eye and draw attention to myself. I didn’t wear makeup or do more than toss my hair in a ponytail to get ready each morning. I wore clothing two sizes too large to hide my curves.
Nothing to see here; I’m a dweeb with a capital D. Davies tended to ignore me and I was good with it.
The general’s eyes said a lot as he stared at me. He didn’t need to open his mouth. His contempt was clear. I glanced at the captain. His uniform wasn’t anywhere near the pristine condition of the general’s and his boots were dusty to the point you couldn’t find the shine with a magnifying glass. He led tough men who killed if it was warranted, and he had their back when they needed him. You would never find him behind a desk.
A small electric current built at my fingertips and I pulled it back. Each day it seemed to get stronger and I wasn’t sure why. If anyone discovered what I was hiding, I was as good as dead. Yeah, I admit it, I was one of the monsters. I wasn’t a vampire or werewolf. I had no idea what I was other than nonhuman.
When I was a child, my father told me I was special, but he said no one could know how special. Objects moved around me and if I wanted something, it appeared in front of me. I was punished when it happened. No, not physically. My father would ignore me and isolate me from his love. It was a harsh lesson but as I grew older, I understood. To be supernatural when humans were still fighting the inevitable, was a death sentence.
My father instilled fear in me and I listened to that fear. After he died, I hid in plain sight. Even though the vampires and werewolves had won the war by then, my fear continued. My job for the military was that of a kitchen grunt. I helped the cook and had cleanup duty.
The job sucked but I felt safe.
Now, for some reason, me, a nobody, was needed to do something very unsafe.
Then it dawned on me. I was expendable.
As minutes ticked by, General Edward’s face went from red to purple. Neither was a good color for him. Had he expected me to jump up and down with joy?
“General, what Ms. Layton is saying is that she’s willing to do whatever it takes.”
The captain didn’t look at me when he said this, but it proved he was a good bullshitter. He oversaw a group of half-crazy rangers who patrolled the outskirts of the city and helped humans escape. Although the captain kept his distance, a few of his rangers befriended me for some odd reason.
The general looked at me, his contempt dripping with the beads of sweat hanging off his chin and mole.
“What do you need from me, General Edwards?” I finally asked.
“This is top secret,” he began and gave me his hardest stare.
I used my finger and made a crisscross over my heart, then laid my palm flat over it to symbolize secrecy. Maybe I should have made a shhh motion with one finger over my lips. He didn’t look impressed with the heart gesture.
“A group of rangers disappeared inside the city,” he said. “We need to know what happened to them.”
“Rangers can’t go into the city,” I said foolishly.
“Sometimes it’s necessary.” A hard stare accompanied his words.
“I’m a civilian. What can I possibly do?” I asked next.
He tried to shred me with his eyes, but it didn’t work. I stood my ground. As a kitchen grunt, I was accustomed to bullying by pretty much everyone. If it weren’t for the group of rangers who semi-adopted me, my life would be hell.
“Frankly, Ms. Layton,” the general said. “You are a nobody. The city is filled with people like you and no one will suspect you.”
Most people didn’t understand why humans stayed in the cities. They were almost considered traitors. I’d lived with my father in the city until I was eighteen and I knew differently. They were strong and they survived the new world without hiding. If it wasn’t for the gangs, I would have returned to the city years ago.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked, trying to keep my tone level.
His purple face darkened further. I might be blamed if his head exploded but the thought didn’t bother me much.
Unfortunately, the general’s head stayed on his neck.“If you want a place to live in comfort and continue to skate through life, you don’t have a choice.”That pissed me off. I worked from sunup until long after it went down. Some days my fingers were raw from scrubbing and my back ached so bad standing straight was nearly impossible. My sleeping cot barely stayed upright and my tent had holes in it. He should try a few weeks getting off his fat ass and working kitchen detail before going home to a substandard tent.I reined in my anger because it wouldn’t get me anywhere.“You want me to find the rangers?” I clarified.“No, just information on their whereabouts,” he said. “We’ll give you something to take into the city and sell on the black market. That’s where their last transmission came from. People are more likely to speak with you. Someone knows what happened to the rangers. Gather as much intelligence as possible. That’s all we need you to do.”It was a big ALL. When I’d left
The problem with sleep, even after drinking enough alcohol to down a ship, was the dreams I’d had since my eighteenth birthday. This night was no exception. I opened my eyes in a bedroom I’d visited many times. The walls were covered in red brocade with gold embroidery. The huge bed took up the majority of space. The bed’s cover had the opposite pattern from the walls with red on gold. I wouldn’t have decorated any room this way, but I hadn’t lived in the eighteen century or earlier. The bedroom reminded me of one of the historical novels I’d read years before.Naked, I sat down on the bed. Sometimes I wore sexy lingerie but not tonight. My mystery man wanted me without clothing and I never argued in my dreams. Not that I knew it was a dream while I was in that strange room. I lay down and positioned my body seductively.The man stepped toward me. He was dressed in tight formfitting black pants and a white shirt with long sleeves that flared at the wrists. On some men the shirt might
My headache worsened the more I thought about returning to the city. I was not ready and I knew it.I left my tent, upset that I couldn’t say goodbye to my friends. I didn’t think I would return. I wasn’t sad about it; I was angry. They would quickly forget about me.A gunship waited. There were five men on board. All were oversized Neanderthals with too many muscles said no girl ever. I was handed a headset. I rested it on my knees while I adjusted the flight straps. I put the headset over my ears and positioned the mic in case I was asked a question. Two men manned M61 Vulcan six-barrel rotary cannons, each facing an opposite doorway. I may not be able to shoot, but I hung out with the rangers and listened when they talked guns and ammo. A third soldier stood in the middle to keep the ammunition rolling if it were needed. A pilot and copilot sat up front. I chose one of three empty seats directly behind them.I wondered why they thought all this firepower necessary but didn’t ask. T
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 bea
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