I arrive home to pack, only to discover a heart-stopping predicament: A white mask with golden music notes on it. The beings whom this belong to I cannot name out of certain loss of my life, but suffice to say that they are vampires and extremely powerful vampires at that. Vampires powerful enough to police all Vampires just under the Vampire Council. I was more than stunned. I was terrified. I knew that this wasn’t a death sentence or a punishment, as the mask’s color would either be black or red, accordingly. But to talk with beings who could end me at any moment is a terrifying prospect to behold.
Our conversation, which was held at Fae’s home, was both pleasant and apocalyptic. Marme Noir has “Read the Darkness” to see that the four of us hold the fate of the world in our hands. To top that off, our rival X-File wannabe department, MK-ULTRA, has been subverted by the Black Brotherhood. The final words spoken to us were “Beware the Skinwalkers, and Trust No One” before we were dismissed, to begin our trek across America to retrieve the stones that the ASPIS team had recovered. With these, and a trip to South America, we may thwart the plans of the Black Pharaoh, and save the world from certain destruction.
We had a hell of a trip ahead of us, but there was no other means of doing it. Kyle Slates’ metallic arm would set off the metal detectors he would invariably would need to go through to get on any plane, so our only option, besides the very unlikely event of teleportation, was a 25 hour road trip.
And it wasn’t without deterrence nor annoyance. Besides the constant bickering of the two figurative Swords, Kyle and Mr. Ward, and Simon’s constant commentary on their arguments, we had hit a snare with a Byakhee late at night on the final stretch of the trip. The sight of it sent Fae into a crying fit, but I fared far worse: I fainted like an old lady at the sight of it. I could not believe I was so weak of the mind. I had withstood the sight of worse and faired better. Like fighting off an army to die of cancer immediately after, my temporary undoing was both inopportune and shameful. I swear that I will never let myself become undone in such a way again. If I am to divert the disaster ahead, I cannot allow myself to be so careless.