Page 31 of Vampire Visions

Someone sighed.

“Why can’t we teleport? You didn’t really answer my question.” Sloane stated, annoyance clear in her voice.

“MIST,” Vaughn corrected, and I was sure that wasn’t the first time he’d said it.

“Because it's across the world,” Novak paused, “and would technically be illegal to enter any country like that...”

“We killed like seventy-five supes between the seven of us last week, and you want to talk to me about illegal shit? Not to mention you and Vaughn taking evidence from a murder scene... we talked about morals, Novak...” Sloane’s reply made me grin. I ambled the rest of the way into the kitchen, finding them all watching her.

Vaughn and Palmer were side by side, both sitting on top of the island. Sloane was angled in their direction, sitting sideways in Novak’s lap with her feet propped on Briggs’ right thigh. They had turned the chairs from the small kitchen table around to view the room. York was by the window, his head turned to hide his smile.

“Yeah, Franklin told us to take that shit.” The fae rolled his baby blue eyes at her.

“And you killed like fifty out of those seventy-five all by yourself.” I leaned against the counter, the pointed look on my face daring her to refute.

“I didn’t kill anyone last week, so I’m staying out of this,” York turned as he spoke. He bit his lips together, but it couldn’t keep the laughter out of his eyes.

“I only killed like four...” the shifter stated, turning his head to the right to look over Novak’s head at York.

“Oh my gods. You guys are ridiculous,” Sloane mumbled.

Novak’s shoulders shook, his voice playful as he told her, “You’re the one throwing a fit about flying.”

“Flying would be a waste when we could just drive. It’s really not that far,” I chimed in.

“Why would we do either when we could just teleport there?” Sloane shrugged her shoulders, tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Can you actually teleport?” York asked her. “I’ve only seen you do your disappearing shadow thing.”

“I fade. I don’t disappear. It’s like being a ghost and walking through shadows, and sometimes walls,” she acknowledged, poorly explaining the demonic power to move through darkness. “That’s not like teleporting. I figured out how to do that the other day, and then they,” she pointed to Palmer and Vaughn, “pointed out that it was a fae thing.”

“I don’t teleport,” Vaughn argued, pointing at his chest. “Misting is different.”

“Yeah, okay,” she sarcastically agreed, nodding her head and widening her eyes before continuing. “You turn your body to water and teleport. Actual teleporting just turns your body to particles and then moves you from one place to another, depending on your intent.” She spun her left index finger in the air.

“It’s different,” Vaughn insisted stubbornly.

“It’s the same thing, but with water!” Sloane threw her hands up.

I cut them off before they really got started. “So, we’re renting another van?”

“No.” Sloane looked at all of us before rolling her multicolored eyes. They looked more gold today. I could see less of the green in them, and only a thin line of red. “I have a car that will fit us all.”

“You’re not talking about that tiny little coupe in the garage are you?” Briggs looked horrified. “I couldn’t fit in that by myself.”

“Here we go,” York whispered.

“Fuck off.” She smirked at Briggs. “I have a big girl car, and there’s plenty of room in it.” She pulled her legs away from Briggs, hopping up from Novak’s lap. “If you guys are ready, then Franklin has everything, except our bags, packed and loaded.”

When she walked away, we all watched her hips sway like starving animals. I didn’t know what she was doing to us, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop. For once, Briggs and I were in the same boat. Both of us were struggling to control our alternative forms. My demon no longer wanted, he demanded. The urge to seal our bond intensified every day. So did my fight for that control I’d always held onto so tightly.

Sighing, I turned to leave, then paused to face my friends. “What changed?” I asked them curiously. “Something is different today.”

“They sealed their bond last night.” Palmer slipped from the counter, his eyes on Novak. Novak shrugged but didn’t say a word.

“Who?” I questioned.

Briggs rolled his eyes at me. “Novak and Sloane.” He chuckled when he walked past me.