Damn, I didn’t expect Patrick to show up at the school, he has a way of making surprise entrances. Everyone was waiting for us with a few exceptions, a couple of the Pack will be stationed in various positions around the perimeters to assure other supernaturals that the O’Connell’s may or may not have brought with them will be dealt with before they break into our barriers. A couple of witches from a local coven have helped by setting a few perimeter spells that will notify the Pack of a breach. It really isn’t anything new, the coven requests herbs for their magic and we need extra security. The coven leader Michael came to Oklahoma from Ireland about the same time my grandfather came over and the two forged a peaceful relationship.
“Abe, as far as other supernaturals, I’m guessing they’ll have a few tricks up their sleeves. Patrick swears they only rely on their Pack for protection but we aren’t fools nor fool enough to believe it. I’m not sure what type he has with him, but he is known to travel with a banshee, and that still baffles us as to why. There will be at least one or two faeries with him, not the cute little Disney kind either, they can be very unpleasant and perfect spies. Fairies can’t break the barriers of witch’s spells so we are protected, however he can sneak one in the house disguised as a Pack member.”
“What the what? A faerie can be disguised as a Pack member? How in hell can they do that?” He flung his head back a little overly dramatic but I’m sure it was too much for him to take in.
“It depends on what kind he has with him, some have become extinct but there are still some very rare species out there. They’re like little tricky characters, some are good, but I can guarantee he doesn’t travel with the good ones. If he has captured one of the rarest then you can be sure they can only survive on the blood of a child. It’s complicated, to say the least.” I put the cell on the charger.
“Blood of kids?”
“Yeah, creepy huh? My dad said in the old days you could find them on playgrounds waiting for a kid to hurt themselves so they would bleed. If it didn’t happen fast enough they would conveniently cause the child to fall by tripping or pushing them. They would be so small most people thought they were a little gnat but it was a faerie bathing in the blood. If it is in human form they have to have significant amounts of blood to sustain their disguise. They find a lost child or a street kid and take them and fatten them up just to kill them and drain the blood. They’re crafty by setting it up to drain the blood into plastic bags like the blood banks do and can drink a bag a week to keep their disguise going.”
“Then why don’t they just go to a blood bank and steal blood from them, they wouldn’t have to kill a kid to do that.” His face showed the stress he was obviously feeling.
“First part of that answer is, you have to be 18 to donate blood. Second, it has to be the blood of a virgin, most 18 year olds aren’t virgins anymore. At least they won’t spill the blood of a non-virgin, they have a little taste first. If you consider that good.” I was trying to prove there was a bright side to the story.
I put my head back on the head rest thinking about this chink in our training. I couldn’t wait to see Oakley, he was going to be upset we were approached at school. Abel seemed like he was okay, at first he look scared but now he just seemed to go with the flow.