The Thirst In Me

Thirty-Two

Veron's POV

"Why can't I help?" Vanessa asked as she stared at me. "Keisha is my friend too."

"Well, we have different definitions of the word friends." I hissed at her.

Why would she want to help after she had done so much to hurt Keisha? Thinking about it now, she is probably the one who helped Don get into the house in the first place.  

"What are you doing here by the way?" I folded my hand across my chest and gave her a scrutinizing glare.

"I spent the night with Damion." She answered, glancing at Malik.

"And is that all? Why else are you here?" I grilled her.

Before she could answer, Uncle Malik held up his hand. "Enough! We are straying from what's important here. We need to find Keisha before Don drains the life out of her."

My head snapped toward Malik. "Why would you say something like that Uncle?" I shouted at him.

He placed his hand on my shoulder. "You have smelled her blood right?" He asked and I nodded.

He continued. "Then you know it's hard for a vampire to resist her. It won't take long for Don to lose control. We need to find her before that happens."

I sighed. He is right. I will deal with Vanessa later.

"Ok. How are we going to do this?" I turned to Uncle Malik.

He sighed and rubbed his head. "I really have no idea."

"I do." We turned around to see Kaitlyn standing in the doorway. "Uhm... I might be able to help find her." Kaitlyn said timidly.

"How so?" Uncle Malik asked.

Kaitlyn stepped forward. "Well, I'm a tracker."

Uncle Malik scolded. "Are you now? And when did you develop this skill?" It was clear that he was angry at her.

Kaitlyn held down her head and spoke quietly. "About a year now."

"A year?!" Malik shouted. "And you are just telling me about this now? I ought to have you killed!"

"No. Please I didn't think it was important....not until now." Kaitlyn pleaded.

Would Uncle Malik have her killed for not telling him about her skills?

I shook my head trying to focus on what was important. Finding my Keisha.

"You are not getting killed," I told Kaitlyn, ignoring the glare that my uncle was giving me. "Now how does this work? Do you just think about her and know where she is?"

Kaitlyn laughed a little. "No, it doesn't work like that. I have to smell something she was wearing then my fingers will take it from there. I will just automatically draw the place that she is being held."

"Wow. That's so cool." Vanessa spoke. I didn't even remember that she was here.

I flashed to Keisha's room and grabbed a blouse that was on her bed. I gave it to Kaitlyn while Uncle Malik provided her with a pencil and a piece of paper.

She closed her eyes and took a whiff of the blouse. We waited patiently but nothing happened. Her brows crunched together. She took another, much longer whiff, and then, with her eyes still closed, she started drawing frantically.