The second installment in the Voodoo Queens Series
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Darkness Prevails - the words favored amongst the many cursed and downtrodden of the Bayou of The Shunned.
Lisa Dumont is now a prisoner of the Bayou of the Sh...
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As Hezekiah walked towards Abraham with the body in his arms, the five other attendees parted way and bowed just as the other lower bloodsuckers did, but the difference was that they didn't hide their disgust and hate when they saw me following him. I was untouchable, and they didn't like it, not one bit. It didn't stop them from talking about who I was, how strong my stench was, what they'd do to me if they had the opportunity...
Abraham was quiet. He was quiet when Hezekiah approached him, and he was quiet when Hezekiah set the body at his feet. The silence was suffocating. It carried long enough for other members of the clan to gather on the second floor and watch the exchange below, spewing profanities at me.
Hezekiah gave the hecklers up top one warning look, and they immediately hushed themselves.
"Jeanie's murderer," a tall, well-dressed man said next to Abraham. I recognized him as Tekoah, one of the Elder vampires.
"And a member of The Council," Hezekiah added. There were murmurs in that dark, decrepit foyer, rising up towards the ceiling like heat and giving the others on the second floor something to chatter about.
Abraham's face was hard to read. He stared at that woman's body in front of him with her head bashed in; unrecognizable. Like all the bloodsuckers in here, Abraham's face remained the same from the moment he took his last breath as a human. He didn't age. His face brought back hard memories that I hoped no one could somehow see into. Memories of fear and rage. Regret brought by his evil doings. No remorse or guilt in those fiery eyes of his; wearing that scar over his eye like a symbol of pride, even though he never told nobody where he got the scar from. But I knew; I was the one that gave it to him. He was probably reminded of it every time he looked at me.
"Souvenir from your trip," Abraham said to Hezekiah, gesturing to me while kicking the corpse at his feet aside. They all began to laugh - everyone except Hezekiah and Tekoah. I wondered why Abraham was so calm about having lost Jeanie to the hands of the Council.
Casualty of War, I heard in my head. Right - of course. Abraham knew there was a possibility men would be lost. Even the strongest of them.
And he didn't care.
Hezekiah crossed his arms over his chest and just looked at Abraham without saying a word. And I suppose anyone could see that Hezekiah was upset about something, but Abraham saw this as more than Hezekiah just being "upset" - this was his offspring and therefore it was easier for him to detect when something was off. So as people kept on with their laughing and giggling, Abraham's face started twisting - finally, I could read it. And all it said was dread.
