Meeting

I have everything you need to know about your family’s history. All you have to do is tell me what Meena and Willow are doing.

The Watermill, nine a.m.

It was obvious he wanted to meet up with me. He was going to tell me what my mother wouldn’t. But Willow and Meena weren’t doing anything. They were helping me, but that was what they were supposed to be doing.

As I thought about them, the phone buzzed. Another message.

Come alone

I turned the phone off and put it into the pocket of my jeans. It was almost dawn now, the sky outside turning from dark blue to grey. I was supposed to meet him outside the Watermill pub in a little more than two hours. I knew where it was, a few streets away on the corner of Bleaker Street and Inner City Road, which, unpredictably, led into the main part of Slake where the skyscrapers and apartment blocks were. The dismal mock of New York or London in Slake was a big failure.

It would take me fifteen minutes to walk there. Why had he chosen that spot? It was very busy, so he couldn’t make any threats on me. Or maybe he could, because in the bustles of everyday business nobody would hear. I wanted to know what was going on with my parents. My mother’s manner had proved there was definitely something I had missed. The problem was, how I could get away from Meena and Willow to meet him there.

Then I turned to the window and saw that the sun was coming up.

“You should go to bed,” Willow said, folding her arms. “We’ll scramble. Meet up with Warrior Will out there.”

“No, I’m fine,” I said.

“You won’t be in a minute,” Meena contradicted. “The sun is rising.”

I tried to remember what that book had said about sunrise, but I couldn’t. Why couldn’t I? I had remembered everything else it had said so far! Why was my mind drawing a blank?

Because it was tired. There was a numbness in my brain that was only caused by hours without sleep. I was alert a few minutes ago. But as the sun ascended the trees and it’s watery light hit my eyes, I felt the tiredness wash over me and stumbled to my bed to sit down before my aching legs ceased to hold me up.

“You’re changing,” Meena supplied, “You’re going to be vampire by night, and human by day.”

It stirred a little bit in my memory, something about retaining nightwalker traits. What could that mean? I didn’t have time to ponder it before my eyelids drifted closed.

The End

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