Vampire Sister

Chapter 36

Carla had brought extremely large fur coats to make whoever that was going inside, look like they were a lot older. Katie insisted that she went inside.

"Katie you are not well." I said.

"I am well enough to talk to someone." She wore the fur coat and walked straight in. She whispered something to the two guards that were standing outside that made them block her from entering. She yelled something to them and came back.

"LSC is way better than NOSC. There's absolutely no respect for vampires from witches." she snapped.

"LSC, NOS what?" I asked.

"London supernatural community. New Orleans supernatural community." Katie expanded.

"Do they have communities for supernatural beings?" Tristan asked. Katie nodded.

"So Carla and Adam? You guys going or what?" I asked.

"I'm sorry but I don't do well with covering up. I'll definitely mess up." Carla said and Adam shook his head saying he can't do it either.

"Fine, I'll go." I said and wore the fur coat.

"I'll go with you." Tristan said and wore another one of the coats. We went inside without encountering any problems. It was pitch black inside. A dimly burning candle was the only source of light. A woman in a red silk saree was sitting there. A crystal ball was sitting on the table in front of her. It glowed like it would in the movies.

"The name's Tara. I predict people's futures. And I see that you haven't come for that." she said.

"Um, Tara. Can you turn the lights on? My eyes are hurting." Tristan said. Was he afraid of darkness too? I didn't get the point. She snapped her fingers and the lights were on. She was a middle-aged woman who was probably too old for how she looked. She looked at Tristan and then at me. Her eyes widened and stayed on me for a long time. Tristan looked at me and then said, "This is my girlfriend and I bought her that necklace. Do you think she likes it?" What the hell did he say? I'm his girlfriend?! But wait, the second part was the important one. She recognised the necklace. That means Bailey's grandma was right.

"Where did you get that necklace?" Tara asked. She was hovering over me. I tried my best to stay still.

Tara was preoccupied with the necklace that she didn't realise that she was making it obvious that she knew something. But when Tristan said, "In an antique store. You seem to know about it." She came back to reality and figured that we weren't who we were supposed to be.

"Who are you two?" Tara asked. There was no point in holding our true selves back so I said, "Kyra."

"Tristan Mendoza." he introduced himself and Tara's eyes widened bigger than ever.

"You are the son of the vampire hunter of New Orleans." she said and my heart stopped. How did she know? She looked taken aback. Probably because she said the term vampire out loud without knowing if we knew about it.

"Vampire hunter? Well, I can accept that he's a murderer but he's not a hunter, right Kyra?" he said and I gave him a weak nod.

"But, what do you know about it?" he asked.

"And why am I supposed to answer you kids?" she countered.

"Because my sister's dying. And we need your help to save her. Please. Help us." I said. Tears filled my eyes to the brim. She looked at me not apologetically but with a tint of sadness in her eyes.

"I'm doing this only because I have a sister for whom I'd go to any extent to protect her. What do you want to know?" she asked.

"First thing's first. We know about vampires and witches. So be honest with us. What do you know about this necklace?" Tristan asked.