SEARCH PARTY V

At Esther’s new residence:

“Come on! Give me your best shot, mage!” The words were all scrambled coming from the vampirish Lekan, and Freya clucked her teeth in disgust. She hated fighting vampires.

Without much ado, she released a bout of freezing air, and darts of ice to the vampire that is Lekan, knowing that these species hated extreme temperatures; extreme heat, extreme cold. She watched, more of analyzing, than jubilating, when Leekan gnashed his leftover blackened teeth which were crawling with maggots. He really took up the whole features; a complete shift.

Freya noted it somewhere in her mind to let Aiden and the others know. She wondered where the maggots would go when he shifted back to his normal self. Do they stay in his belly? She shuddered at the insane thought, but she wouldn’t put anything past science and magic.

Obviously, there was the work of a mage in this, but she didn’t think that it was Leonarya. Yes, her false mother was a black magician, but there were lev