Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Vampire Wiles

As we drove back to the Hotel, we talked.

"Well, that is about as fucked up as I have ever seen." Morgan said

"Have you noticed how much you are cussing lately?" I asked, curious

"I live with you, Jessica, and Helen. You are all terrible influences. You fuck me against a tree, and you use your Vampire wiles to get me to give you blow jobs in alleyways. What can I say? I am helpless against you and your Vampire ways." Morgan shook her head. "I have been since I met you. I just did not know it yet. Sneaky nerd ball that you are."

"Yeah. That's it, says the smartest person I know. Secret nerd." I changed the subject. "You know, that is the first time I have ever done a Vampire reveal. Also, I hope Yellow doesn't turn, because if she does, I am in trouble."

"If she turns, I'll stake her witchy ass in the heart. No worries." Morgan assured me.

"That is deeply screwed up anatomy. Ass and heart are not near each other. Or that is a really long stake." I noted.

Morgan heaved a large sigh and ignored that. "So. We know the whole thing now. Why all this happened to Angel. I am still not sure how Andrea got past her intuition but there is no accounting for lust or love."

"You fell for me, after all..." I injected.

"Exactly. Also Jessica: Go figure. Those women obviously thought it was that Andrea is as pretty as they come. You know what? Before this case I used to be a proper detective, not the one sneaking off to other cities with her man every chance she got for a lovely shag, to borrow Helen's term."

"We check out, go home to our family, tell them about all of this, work on your dad, then in two weeks we come back here to the LCPF party with your two daughters and give them a present?" I asked, assembling the sequence from how we left it with Pierre.

"If you mean lay this situation out for my two wives, yes. You know that once we tell them about this, they will not be left behind for only you and I to deal with the LCPF."

"That's what I meant. Your two, twenty-five-year-old looking wives. Pierre will be pissed when he sees them. All grown up."

Morgan snorted. "If he does not like the adult female form, Pierre is going to hate Jessica."

"I am moderately certain that everyone there will come to hate her." I made a choking with my hand gesture.

Morgan pulled on to the car ferry for the return trip. Once safely parked, She turned and looked at me seriously. "We are killing all of them. Correct? That is the plan?"

I looked back, equally seriously. "That is my plan. You do not have to if you do not want to. I don't see how I can be talked out of it."

"I would not try. Jessica and Helen... Hmm. Once they hear this story, I am moderately certain that they will be willing to help, and perhaps insist on helping is closer to the truth. This will be cold-blooded and pre-meditated. I have killed. Even killed premeditatedly, in Bulgaria at the Siren Hall. This feels different. This is not about keeping the Secret or revenge on the HPA. This is pure and simple Vigilanteism. This is outside anything the Council will more than likely approve of. We are risking exposure with this plain, not preventing it. If this were not Angel and Nakoma, we would not even be considering this path."

"If the council does not like it, fuck them." I said firmly. "Standing by because the Secret is not involved is like when the law did not bust the sex slavery thing at the resort that you uncovered because they wanted a bigger prize. In the meantime, people were being used as slaves!"

"I agree, my love. I just want to be sure we are considering all the options."

"You are saying that we could do this a different way. Get the human authorities involved. Let them deal with this." I watched her face closely. Morgan is doing a good job staying unreadable. I am not sure why she tries to, with me.

"I am saying that there is that option. Yes. When we tell our wives or Crew friends what we are planning, they may try to suggest that path as well." Morgan pointed out.

I looked at my hands for a minute, but I remembered Pierre, talking about what happened to Andrea's mother, and what he planned to do with Nakoma.

"Nakoma." I said. That is my entire answer.

Morgan knew what that meant to me. Gave me a single nod of assent. "I understand. Someone has threatened our daughter. You will deal with it."

I nodded very slowly. "The same as if they went after Diana or Laura or Rachel Helena. I am that person now. It is who I have become."

"She is our daughter, and in my case, since she was a baby. That is who I am as well. This course of action decides our other question. We tell Angel ALL of it. I mean all, including that we are overtly making her daughter our daughter. Not more secret support."

"I bet Angel knew all along." I said. "She IS Angel. Only Andrea ever snuck something that big by her."

"Probably. Now Angel has the right to know this. It is up to her to decide what Nakoma ever knows, assuming at some point Nakoma does not manifest Angel's talent. We sent Andrea almost unknowably far away, and we are going to do the same thing with Nakoma's loving great grandmothers. So far, we have killed none of her family until we get to the place that we kill Pierre. Nakoma's grandfather was planning to rape, impregnate, and eventually kill her. He will die for that. By my hand or by yours."

"I am sorry I have been such a bad influence on you." I apologized.

"Well, you are going to make it up to me. Very slowly. I will ignore it if you cry if you will do the same for me. We'll stop for some Mexican food, and then we will go to our room for one more evening of love and innocence. Go home in the morning. Agreed?"

"I am yours to command, as you well know." I told her.

"I command you to love me, even after I do this thing." Morgan replied.

We were actually fairly boisterous at the restaurant. They about know us personally now. We have a regular table that, even though it is crowded, was mysteriously available to us. We drank a fair amount and left a very large tip. They handed us a to-go guacamole without being asked, and that was not even on the plan for the evening.

In the room after our dinner, we made love slowly and for a very long time. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. At one point, I did, in fact, cry about my lost soul. Our tears mixed together.

The guacamole will be on the eggs in the morning.