Chapter 34
The ride back was pretty tranquil considering all we’d been through. George and Phillip were in front, Steve was in the trunk…
HOLD ON.
What?
THE TRUNK? SINCE WHEN DO PICKUP TRUCKS HAVE TRUNKS?
Oh, we weren’t in the pickup truck. After ruling us Clan Elders we went and bought the coolest limousine you’ve ever seen. It was all black and sat about twenty with this awesome sunroof and a dang minibar in the back. We’d ditched our cellphones and went to the nearest clothing outlet to get new threads.
WHY?
Well…
“He can’t hear us?” asked Trudy.
“Nope. My blood hides us from his beady little eyes and unless he’s bugged every vehicle ever made, we’re safe” I replied.
“Thank God! I didn’t even think I could keep up that ruse any longer” exclaimed Phillip.
“You did a very good job, Phillip, I had no idea…”
“It was your idea, Johnny.”
“Yeah, but that furosemide really did a good job on my memory. I had no idea who you were for a while.”
“When did it start coming back, Sweetie.”
“Oh, bits and pieces here and there but not fully until those two did their whole ‘I choose Johnny for my mate thing’” I said while pointing at the lovely Melissa and Stephanie who were riding in the back seat with the Wolf-pup sleeping between them.
“Do you think he bought it?” asked Melissa.
“Who?” I replied.
“Nat. Do you think he believed us?”
“I’m sure he did.”
“Why?”
“Because if he didn’t we wouldn’t be here right now.”
“Where would we be?” Stephanie asked.
“Probably floating in outer space somewhere” I answered.
“Was it hard?” asked Trudy.
“Was what hard?”
“Forgetting.”
“No. I didn’t even feel it.”
“Feel what? What are you guys talking about?” asked Stephanie.
“Oh, right, you were hibernating. Well, we knew we would need to keep injecting Johnny with furosemide so he wouldn’t recover his memory, accidently slip up, and give away our little secret to Nat. So, whenever Johnny did one of his fainting spells we injected him before he woke up” said Trudy.
“So Nat doesn’t know?”
“About your little bundle of joy having the powers of Lucifer and me all mixed together? No, I can guarantee you he doesn’t.”
“Because if he did?”
“He would eliminate him because he can’t locate him so he can’t control him. He only lets me live because I don’t have the gifts of the Wolf and he really wants us to gather the Clans together so he can watch his little battle of Heavenly Superiors against the Hoards of Hell and the only way that’s going to happen is if we can convince the other Clans we are the Superior family.”
“Are we still going through with it?” asked George over his shoulder from the driver’s seat.
“Yes, we must if we wish to survive what’s coming.”
“So they really are on the way?” asked Phillip.
“Yes, he so much as told me so.”
“Okay, so then we go to war” said George.
“Yes, we go to war.”
“Have you picked which one yet?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Who?” Stephanie asked.
“First Clan” I replied.
“Why First Clan?” she said.
“Well, two reasons actually, the first is we’re no match for Second Clan right now…”
“But we will be when Daemon grows older” she replied with a smile.
“Daemon?”
“It’s the name I’ve picked for him, Daemon LeTorque.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, I thought it sounded appropriate since we’re going to battle with Hell and all; you know, kind of a play on ‘Demon’.”
“Not bad.”
“Thanks. So what’s the second reason?” Stephanie asked.
“The second reason is we already have an ally in First Clan” I answered and saw Melissa respond by removing the blade from her purse.
“An ally? Who?” Stephanie responded.
“My sister.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes.”
“You have a sister in First Clan?”
“Yes. Well, technically, we have a sister in First Clan.”
“We? Who’s we?” she asked.
And I think it dawned on her right before it happened because her eyes grew wide and I heard a sudden intake of breath before her throat was slit.
“I’m we” answered Melissa.
HOW IS OUR LONG LOST SISTER?
Much better now that the two responsible for her mother’s death have been removed. It’s a shame about Stephanie, though.
SHE HAD TO GO.
Yes, I know.
SHE COULD NOT BE TRUSTED TO LET THE CHILD FULFILL ITS DESTINY.
I know.
AND SHE KILLED OUR MOTHER.
That too.
YOU DID WELL.
Thank you, Yin.
YOU’RE WELCOME, YANG.
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