Things are heating up for Claire and Mal. Hopefully, this little 'escape' will do them wonders. But what do we make of Sloane? Stay tuned for more updates! Thanks for allowing me to tell this story and more!
She woke the next morning to the sun slowly rising along the mountains, shining its beautiful light through the windows of the bedroom. Looking to her left, she found the other side of the bed still made, untouched.She stood and opened the door to the balcony, letting in the cool early morning breeze. There were a couple of wooden chairs set up and she happily made herself comfortable as the sun painted its brilliance among the skies. Closing her eyes to let the atmosphere envelope her, she didn’t realize the door opened further as Mal walked out. “How are you feeling?” He handed her a cup of steaming coffee, which she greedily accepted. She brought the mug close to her face, inhaling the sweet aroma. “Thanks. I’m fine. Embarrassed but fine. I’m sorry for last night.” She tucked her legs under her, making herself as small as possible. “Obviously I wasn’t in the right state of mind and you got a front-row seat to the shit show.”Mal held a hand out to her, pulled her from her seat
Gray clouds rolled in; a storm was brewing. The overcast skies and slight breeze caused a slight chill in the air. The steam from her coffee mug billowed into the air as she held it in her hands.“Storm’s coming. Should be a good one. It’s beautiful watching the clouds roll over the mountains, listening to the rain hitting the leaves, smelling the fresh rain. It’s a sight to see…” Jack stared off into the distance.“Cut the crap, Pops. I can’t believe you guys were just beating the shit out of each other. Do you have any idea how awful it was to witness that? To see my father, the man I look up to the most, pummeling his fists into the face of the man that I lo…” She stopped herself just in time. Jack rubbed a hand over his face. “You still love him. Even after all this time. After everything he’s done to you...to us. Claire, I can’t make you feel anything different for him. Just be careful. Malachy is a great man. I’ll admit that, but he has a past that may come back to haunt him. He
Blue and red lights flashed. Broken glass scattered across the road, sparkling in the beams of light from the police vehicles. The rain finally stopped pouring as the wrecker came to take the mangled car away. Jack, the police captain, stood looking at the scene before him. The silver mini van looked as if a herd of bears mauled it. Scratches covered every surface of the vehicle. They left nothing but shards of glass to the windows. Dents pummeled down the passenger side. Something had also caved the roof in. The car was a crushed tuna can. His hands caressed the claw marks left on the side of the vehicle, tracing over the tears in the metal. The passengers, a man and a woman, were found yards away and looked as if a cougar had attacked them. Poor souls, thought Jack as he made his way to the victims.He had seen his fair share of death and despair through the years on the force, but this... This was an otherworldly, violent attack. This was…. Bloodshed. “Sir, what kind of animal
“Come on! Kick harder! Watch your left! Your other left!!!” Jack rubbed a hand over his face, his frustration coming to the surface. Claire ducked just in time as Zach threw a punch towards her face. “Two hours of sparring and you are just now coaching me?!” Claire huffed and pushed the flaming red locks out of her sweaty face. “If only you could move as fast as your mouth.” Jack chuckled. He loved seeing how stubborn his daughter could be when she was angry. Watching her train with her “big brother”, Jack knew she was special. After only two years of combat training and weightlifting, she could hold her own in a fight. Claire dodged another kick, grabbed Zach’s leg, and tripped him. She ended her move by sitting on top of his chest and punching him perfectly in the middle of his face. “Fuck sis. That shit hurts!!” Zach griped. Even after 15 years, Jack’s adopted daughter surprised him. Who knew a simple human could get the best of a vampire? Zach was a full foot taller than C
“The rogue vampires have become a bigger problem than we expected.” “What do you mean? We haven’t seen any lone vampires in the area in years.” Jack stated. He glared at the Council members. The office was shrouded in darkness, except for the light beaming from a computer screen. The video conference had multiple frames illuminated. Each one a member of the Council: Dragon, Vampire, Siren, Fairy, Werewolf, Witch, and Human. Jack glared at the dragon leader as he spoke. “These rogue vampires are heading towards your territory. It’s a small group,five or so. But they are unnecessarily killing humans in their path. The humans are noticing. It is your job to enforce our laws and to end this before they become a bigger problem. Now do it!” The dragon slammed his fist on his desk in anger. “Calm down Nathaniel. He knows what to do. A few rogues are always around. Nothing to have an aneurysm over. On another note: Jack, how is your daughter doing? It’s been a few years since we’ve last
Authority. It was oozing from him. As the men meandered into the room, the air electrified, stealing Claire’s breath from her chest. The man beside her father entered the room with confidence and poise. His size alone was intimidating, throwing in his dark features and serious manner, and Claire understood why the Council sent him. He was obviously a superior warrior who commanded attention. But Jeeeeeeezzz. Claire couldn’t look away. He had to be around 6’4, easily one of the tallest men she had ever seen. His dark chestnut hair was tied back into a low bun, it only made his strong jawline more prominent with his perfectly shaved face. Intense, deep brown eyes rested on her bright green ones. His tailored black suit didn’t even have a wrinkle in it; the complete opposite of the disheveled looks of her family after the rogue encounter. Breathe, girl. Don’t freak out. A god just walked into your house. Be cool. Breathe. She cautiously walked around the couch, while wiping her swe
After eating and having further discussion on training procedures, Jack and Malachy made their way up to the bedrooms. Malachy noticed that the door to Claire’s room was ajar. He closed it over when a hand to his chest stopped him. “She prefers to keep it open at night. I’ll check on her while you finish getting settled in.” Jack walked towards Claire’s bed, where she was sound asleep. Her phone, book, and laptop surrounded her. Malachy couldn’t help but stand in the doorway, watching how Jack interacted with his daughter. He lifted her things from her bed and set them on the desk. He then covered her with a gray blanket and brushed the hair from her face to kiss her forehead. He truly cares for her. Maybe the Council got it right letting him adopt her. Envy filled Malachy’s chest. Jack made his way back to Malachy, and headed towards his room, when he noticed Malachy staring. He was looking at Jack with a slight grin. “You’re a lucky man. Only thing you're missing is a woman t
“Sorry Pops. I gotta go. Rehearsals for the Christmas program have started and our group is preparing an a cappella song. I have to be there early. And then softball starts conditioning this week as well.” Claire rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a muffin, an orange juice, kissed Jack on the cheek, and darted out the door to the waiting car of her friend, Trevor. All before Jack could wish her a good day. Trevor, a human boy who was a year older than Claire, was one member of their choral group. He has been picking her up early in the mornings for the past two weeks for their rehearsals. And Jack had suspicions that the boy had his eyes on Claire. Claire’s phone vibrated in her bag as she slid into the blue pickup truck. Jack: “I need to meet this Trevor, you know.” Claire: “ugh….fiiiiiine…. I can ask him what he is doing after the football game Friday. Satisfied?” Jack: “Deal. Love you.” Claire: “Love you. Now go do whatever retired old folks do :)” She couldn’t believe her