Whispers In The Night

Chapter 4 -Kirara's POV-

-Kirara's POV-

She watched the boy as he sat on the edge of her bed with wary eyes. Owen? She felt his comforting presence in the back of her mind. She'd tell him some stuff, but nowhere's near everything. Her mom is resourceful. She would have spies throughout her war path, so anyone seeing him near Declan put him in major danger.

"So," She told him Declan. "Where to start?"

"Maybe with a name?" He smirked. "That'd be nice."

"Fine," She rolled her eyes. "Just, don't laugh."

"Laugh?"

"My name's Kir." She told him with narrowed eyes. So what if he didn't know her actual name? Kiraral was the name that haunted this town's unruly children. Or rather, village, seeing as she wasn't in a very public area. Or era. "Anyways, Declan."

"Yeah?"

"So, as you already noticed, you're not exactly in the same area. This is a small village called Latoè [Lat-awh]. By the way, you probably won't want go outside right now. And don't ask. Umm, so what else?"

"Why'd you kidnap me?"

"Kidnap? Oh, I was doing you a favor. Mary's a bitch, and that's not going to change anytime soon. Trust me, she's like a post-it note. A hot post-it but still a bitch."

"I see."

She stood abruptly and walked out of the room. The sickly sweet and enticing smell of the boy's blood was getting to her. Kirara grabbed her thermos and took two big swigs of blood. She turned and saw Declan standing there, watching her. Owen lounged on the couch, pretending to snooze. She rolled her eyes at him. He curled one lip at her and she noticed with alarm that his fangs were bared. He was good with subtle signals. Suddenly a loud swear and a bang came from the kitchen and she sighed, going out there.

Kirara froze. Janil was back. He was hanging onto Declan's t-shirt by the neck and looking at her amusedly. She growled, her wolf not liking his idiocy. Crap, she thought as her fangs involuntarily lengthened. Declan's eyes widened and his mouth dropped. Her fangs were very odd, and frightening. She had the normal set of vamp fangs, and then a smaller set behind them, barely visible, and a small set on her lower jaw. The small sets collided and sat gently together.

"So," Janil began with an evil glint in his eyes. "You brought a snack I see. May I have a taste?"

"Janihl!" She snarled, her words mangled by the second pair of fangs in her anger. "Sei un idiota! Voi sapete che i mortali di questa gamma sono off limits . Lascialo andare . Ora , o legami familiari non significa molto!" [That's Italian. It means: You idiot! You know that mortals in this range are off limits. Let him go. Now, or family bonds won't mean much!]

"Va bene , basta assicurarsi che gli hai detto di non uscire . I vicini sono ficcanaso , se sai cosa voglio dire . Meglio lui di tornare alla propria epoca presto , se si sa che cosa è bene per voi , e lui".

["Fine, just make sure you tell him not to go out. The neighbors are nosy, if you know what I mean. Better get him back to his own era soon, if you know what's good for you, and him."]

Janil shoved Declan forward and she caught him. Owen growled behind her. Wolves and vamps didn't tend to get along. He growled and Janil grinned. He waved and then disappeared. Grr, an astral projection then. It made sense, he wouldn't have the power to travel here alone. Owen frowned and they shared a look. Nosy neighbors? "Take him," I mouthed to Owen and went to the door. We'd need some food. Real food.

Kirara opened the door slowly and saw most of the village outside, milling around. Women with long dresses and men in suits and top hats. Ah, good old sweet Italy. Her homeland. As she walked down the marble steps of her house, the towns people froze and looked at her. One by one they proceeded to bow to her, as if she was their queen. In a way she was, but she didn't want them to feel that way about her.

"Towns folk," She called out to everyone there. "I am in need of a favor. I have a house guest currently and would greatly appreciate some help in cooking some simple food for them. If a few of you would collaborate and suggest a pie or two, and maybe an entrée. Thank you."

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The town folk shambled off to each of their own houses and she could hear them muttering. Kirara rolled her eyes and stepped back into her house. Owen and Declan seemed to be fighting and she froze. What the fuck? She hadn't even been gone ten minutes. Owen had Declan in a headlock and Declan was flailing. Owen was laughing his head off. He suddenly quieted when he saw her and a sheepish grin came to his face as he let Declan go, who fell on his face with a grunt. She had to stop herself from laughing. The sight of her best friend and this mortal play wrestling just amused her.

Declan rose and glared at Owen with an outrageous expression. He grunted and then caught sight of her. His eyes widened and his heartbeat quickened. The appetizing smell of rushing blood wafted through the air, making her close her eyes. Her fangs threatened to protrude through, but she resisted. It would only freak him out further. When she opened her eyes again, Owen was watching her and Declan was gone. Wait, gone?