Son of a King
When women begin showing up dead all across Toronto with distinctive puncture wounds on their necks, Vicki Nelson, PI, is on the job – along with her 450-year-old vampire partner. But if he’s not behind the attacks – who is? A strange, young couple new to the city could hold the key to discovering the truth. Handling two kinds of vampires was hard enough. Just how many different sorts were there? Second story in the “Different Sorts” series FINAL CHAPTER -- NOW POSTED!
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8. Chapter 8
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“So,” Buffy said, sitting down at the dining table with her friends, “what can you tell me?”
Xander heaved a pile of books and papers onto the table, as Willow unfolded her laptop. Edward and Bella sat gracefully across from them.
“I found out as much as I could on the drive up, “ Willow said, as her computer warmed up. “I let Xander drive.”
Edward looked at Xander suspiciously, taking in the eye patch. “Is that legal?” he asked.
Willow shrugged. “We got here, didn’t we? Anyway, here’s the thing – this resurrection they’re planning … it’s evil, yes. But it may not actually be a bad thing for us.”
Buffy sat up, interested. She was back to business. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” Willow said, sighing, “the thing is – this process, the resurrection, it’s designed to bring back the First, yes. But to bring him back in human form. As a mortal.”
“You mean--?” Buffy couldn’t even form the question out loud.
“Yep,” Willow said. She drew her finger across her neck and made a slashing noise. “Nasty axe and he’s history!” She smiled smugly.
“Willow, you’re a genius!” Buffy said, leaning across the table and throwing her arms around her friend.
“Yes, and I did nothing,” Xander said dramatically.
“You drove!” Willow said, trying to cheer him up.
“Yeah,” Buffy said, chiming in. “And with only one eye.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Xander said, still feeling wounded.
“Besides,” Willow continued. “All I really did was a witchy kind of google …”
That comment seemed to appease Xander, but before he could say anything, Edward chimed in. “Does this mean we can kill the First?”
“Yes,” Willow said. “But it means that we have to let them finish the resurrection … we can only kill the First when he’s been made corporeal; when he’s human – and mortal. The vampires have to be allowed to finish their ritual.”
“That means three more women are going to die,” Edward said.
“There are always casualties in war,” Buffy replied.
Bella covered her mouth, but a small gasp still escaped. She tried to avoid eye contact with Buffy. Bella knew they were in a war … but hearing casualties spoken of so … well, casually … it still made her uneasy. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just wish there were a way we could … avoid it. Their deaths.”
“It’s no one we know,” Edward said, rubbing her back. His intentions were kind, but his words felt hollow to Bella’s ears.
She turned to Willow. “You’re a witch, right?” Willow nodded and Bella pressed on. “Isn’t there some way … to put it right? After Buffy kills the First … can’t you, I don’t know, fix the wrong he’s caused.”
Willow’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know,” she said. “Bringing back dead people …” She glanced at Buffy. “Well, it’s tricky business. I kind of stay away from it these days.”
Edward grasped Bella’s hand where it lay on the table. “Bella, we have to do this.”
She nodded. “I know.” She took a deep breath, accepting the inevitable losses. “I guess all we can do now is wait …”
“Three more nights,” Buffy said. “And we’ll be ready.”
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