Time passed, and the waters changed often from smooth to rough turbulence which we could feel beneath the hull, as it slammed against the occasional wave but Bobby kept repeating over his shoulder, that there was nothing to worry about. We drank water and breathed deeply, but poor Freya and Zanzabarr, there was nothing we could to do offer any comfort, but we respectfully cleaned up after the messes they left in her carrier and on the floor of the cabin.
Bobby ascertaining that the sea became tranquil, shut off the engines for a duration of approximately one-to-two hours. He took his seat, resting his feet on the dashboard, taking a quick nap.
Lady D sought to distract herself, plucking a book from her luggage. Raising her gaze, she watched as her petite daughter wished to visit to Bobby; her wobbly legs took slow steps toward the helm.
Ignoring views of the open water in my peripheral vision, I gently knocked on the glass window, alerting Bobby of my presence. Opening the door, the sear air filled my lungs.
“Ah, if it isn’t the little troublemaker.” he muttered, opening one of his eyes, “Can’t you see I’m resting girl?”
“Well, if you’re talking to me, you’re not resting, are you?” I teased, crouching down to sit by the door, “And I’m not a girl, I’m a young woman. Man.”
Bobby moaned, before taking a heavy sigh.
“I assume not.” he kicked his feet off the dash, “And touche.”
I smiled, then glanced over the rail at the ocean.
“So, are we there yet?”
“Bloody hell, did you come out here just to ask me that?!” he leered at her.
“No, not just that.”
“Then why? Please, tell me why!” he pleaded sarcastically.
“Hey, look here Sir, I came out here quiet and respectful to ask you more about this f*cking place you’re taking my mom and I to, so quit the god damn attitude before I blow the engine, leaving all us stranded out here.” I quickly stood, leaning in menacingly, “Together. Cramped. And alone. If you think my mom’s little trick on the road was something? You haven’t seen what I can do when provoked and that Sir, is not a threat but a fact.” I squinted my dark eyes.
“Are you threatening me, half-breed?!” Bobby’s eyes widened.
“No. Like I said…” I sighed, “just stating fact. Half-breed.” my eyes scanned the helm then looked upon two life buoys tucked away under the dashboard.
“Everything all right out there?” Lady D’ voice called from inside the cabin, hearing their voices argue softly.
Peeking my head through the door, I offered reassurance. I turned to Bobby, bowing my head then retreated back inside the cabin, sitting across from my mom. Looking at her, she sat silently, laying the book in her lap, staring at me intensely. I knew, that she knew, something had been said between me and Bobby. Saying nothing, I shrugged, reaching for my bag, searching for my iPod.
Bobby watched as the women fidgeted in their seats. Turning away, he laid his hands upon the wheel.
“Bloody hell, these birds are going to make me wanna drown myself.” he muttered as he breathed deeply. Closing his eyes he controlled his temper, “It’s all right, Robert…after this, you are done. No more. He’ll never hear the end of this, but you’ve been wanting to retire to Paris with your family, and I think these birds…” he glanced over his shoulder, “might’ve just pushed that dream into reality.” he reached out, closing the cabin door with a rough slam.
“Someone’s upset.” Lady D observed, “Yza, sweetheart, what did you say to him, or what did you do?” she grinned, “Hmm?”
“Nothing. Honestly, it’s not my fault.” I answered, fiddling to uncurl my earbud wires, “Why do they always get like this?”
“Well…” Lady D leaned back, “I can’t say this is new for him, because obviously he’s done this before.” she looked at her daughter intensely.
“Obviously.” I nodded, “I’m going to listen to my music, so give me a nudge if we start sinking.” I tucked the earbuds in my ear. Lying back, stretching out across the long seat, Zanzabarr laid close to the seat for security, “Shh, it’s all right big boy.” I reached out my left hand, petting his soft fur.
The tense situation between the three passenger lasted for the duration of the voyage across the Irish sea.
It was during one of my favorite songs with a kick a** beat, when I glanced at the time on my iPod. We’ve been on the sea for almost three hours. Staring at the roof above, I just couldn’t help but wonder, “WHERE THE HELL IS THIS ISLAND ALREADY?” I shook my head, closing my eyes, continuing to listen to the music.
Lady D grew tired of reading so she placed her book back in her luggage, then checked on Freya who slept in her carrier. Glancing toward her daughter who lay quietly across from her, she decided to join Bobby upfront in the helm. Wobbly legged, she held onto the door for support. Glancing at the clouded sky through the skylight window, she huffed.
“You can do this, just don’t look at the ocean.” she rasped to herself. Lowering her gaze, she gently slid the door open, feeling the cool air brush against her face. Breathing deeply, enjoying the fresh sea air that had a salty scent, it was then, out in the far distance straight ahead, there it was, a thick and menacing white streak across the entire horizon. Thinking maybe it could’ve been a water version of a desert mirage, she looked at Bobby, “What is that?”
“Where you’re going.” he answered her, keeping the boat in place on the water, before he ventured forward any further.
“Yza!” she called out for her daughter but she couldn’t hear her. Groaning deeply, she turned, retreating back into the cabin, “Yza, get up!” she roughly tapped her leg, then firmly removed her earbuds.
“Whoa, don’t rip my ears off!” I joked, sitting up. Looking up at her, the look on her face was unsettling, “What’s wrong? Are we sinking?!” I fearfully looked around in panic, “Oh god, we’re sinking aren’t we?!”
“No, we are not sinking, don’t be so dramatic.” Lady D grew a faint smile, trying not to laugh, “But come outside, you have to see this.” she turned, “Are we sinking? Unbelievable.” she shook her head, thinking her words couldn’t be heard.
“That wasn’t an answer.” I followed her outside.
“Out there.” Lady D pointed toward the strange horizon.
“We’re approaching the borderline of our destination, we’ll be there in about hour and a half.” Bobby announced calmly.
Island residents rushed through the large village square. The rains had begun again, interfering with shopkeepers annual business of trade or selling their goods. The fishers tied their boats, for the rough seas were too unpredictable to chance losing their barges. A monumental bell tower in the nucleus of the village, tolled with a resounding ding as armed soldiers, Guardians, yanked the rope five times, notifying everyone the harbor was shut down due to the British Isle’s climate. Other Guardians patrolled the square, making sure the stands and tents were covered properly, protecting the displays and trinkets.The substitute-harbor master, a Scotsman, grew frustrated because he disliked taking orders from the Guardians that were supernaturals, Wraiths and Demons alike that dwelt on the Isle. This man was part of the paranormal community, one of the Lycynians, and was the alpha of his bloodline. Frowning, he watched as the soldiers performed their duties outside and sounded the bell. He cursed, when a voice spoke over an old radio on the messy table of empty beer cans and ashtrays of cigar buts. Lycynians ran the harbor, because their ability in hard labor and work, was agreed upon between the Lycynians and the island’s Master. He listened, making sure the voice reached out to the proper frequency and hearing a certain code, he reached for the walkie-talkie, answering gruffly.
“Go ahead.” his gruff Scottish voice declared. Receiving the confirmation of a boat’s approach, he ended the transmission. Turning to venture outside, a man’s silhouette stood in the doorway, startling him momentarily, “Bloody hell, don’t do that!” he barked.
“Don’t get your flea collar in a twist.” the Guardian replied with a cocky English accent. Leaning in the doorway, he waited, placing his hands on the handles of his guns strapped around his slender thighs.
The Scotsman was Leonus Lancaster, the man that had tried arguing with Marxus when he announced the arrivals of new refugees. Ignoring the comment, he approached the young man.
“There’s a boat just ways out, they’ll be arriving soon. Isn’t that your job, shouldn’t you alert Marxus that…”
“I heard you from this…” the Guardian looked around, “mutt-hut. Remember, we hear everything.” he tapped his ear.
Leonus stepped forward, standing inches from the young man. Staring into his big brown eyes, he scrunched his mouth into a pout, biting his lower lip.
“You and your…” he groaned, eyeing the young man up and down in disgust, “Wraith kind might have the majority of the duties around here, but you’re forgetting you little twat, who once owned this island before you infested it with all of your bloodsucking abominations.”
“Bloodsucking abominations, come on Leonus, I think you can do better than that.” the young man mocked sarcastically, “But this isn’t your island, it never was, and you ancestors what, lost it to Marxus’ so what does that say about you and yours? Vikings sure, but weak and not as powerful as you’re going ’round claiming.” he taunted bravely, “I’ll do my part, I’ll inform Marxus. Just make sure the…”
“I know what my duties are, Caleb…no need to remind me.” Leonus growled, flashing his red Lycynian eyes.
Releasing a few low TSKS, Caleb backed away, teleporting in a mist-like smoke with bright embers. Appearing atop a tall lighthouse, overlooking the island and Irish sea, he removed a radio from his pocket, alerting the Isle’s Guardians, both Demon and Wraith, that a boat was arriving and to inform Marxus as well. Hiding the phone in his pocket, he retreated inside, turning on the light, allowing the voyagers to find the shores. Raising his gaze, he watched as a thick flock of birds, Ravens of the Isle, soared high above.
“All right, Bobby…come on, tell us something.” I pleaded as a menacing fog engulfed the vessel that slowed its speed, “Are we dead, what is this?”
“Hush girl, and listen!” Bobby argued, “Listen carefully.”
Lady D and her daughter remained silent, staring deeply into the foggy veil. Squawking birds pierced the eerie silence as they soared above, maybe they were seagulls, the women did not know. Glancing upward, they watched as black splotches broke through the fog; Ravens, a flock of Ravens flew in circular motions around the cabin of the boat. Some landed on the railing of the helm.
Zanzabarr paced and howled inside the cabin, as if he had the urge to hunt and catch one of the feathered pests, because he was hungry for fresh meat.
Opening a small window of the glass dome around the helm, Bobby allowed one of the birds to hop onto the ledge of the window. He smiled, commenting quickly over the bird’s loud squawks.
“Ah, hello there, friend. Showing the way, as usual, are we?”
The Raven stretched its large wings, releasing a loud string of shrieking squawks that sounded as if it laughed at the man.
Bobby nodded, growing another smile, as if understanding it. Its feathers managed to shimmer in the dull lighting, and it was beautiful. He stroked its chest, whispering to it softly, and then nudged it out the window, closing the glass panel.
The three passengers raised their gaze, watching it join the others swirling above as if Odin released his swarm.
“You communicate with animals?” I observed, lowering my gaze, looking at Bobby.
“Yes.” he grinned, “Some half-breeds are fortunate enough to practice the higher arcane magics, but I’m not the kind of bloke that cared for all that hoopla and grandeur. I prefer the simple life, so I taught myself to communicate with animals.” he glanced at the women’s faces.
“Where did they come from?” Lady D questioned.
“There!” Bobby replied, pointing through the thick fog, where a light began rotating high in the air, “Yes, there it is! The light, do you see the light?!” he looked at the women.
Growing closer, both my mom and I could see the light had morphed into a solid bulb of a massive lighthouse Northeast, guiding Bobby inland. It stood atop a tall hill of the island. The Ravens above turned their course, disappearing deeply into the fog that blurred any further sights, but their faint chirps could still be heard until they eerily faded as if sucked into a void. In the quiet stillness other than the boat’s engine, we could hear a ringing bell.
Holding onto the railing, my mom and I began seeing what we assumed, were structures beginning to appear in the fog. It reminded me so much of the 2001 movie DAGON, where a boat comes across a mysterious island where the inhabitants eat people, an island hidden from everyone.
Exchanging a series of glances with my mom, I was first to break away, feeling a powerful force or energy touching every nerve throughout my body. Lowering my head, I moaned soft whimpers then listened as Bobby gasped. Turning to him, he backed away on the opposite side of the helm, with wide eyes. Glancing down at myself, I stood engulfed in a reddish Aura then turning away, looking up toward the sky, my half-breed senses allowed me to see a veil of some sort, shimmering in a brief flash, mixing with far more powerful magic than I have ever felt in my life. Holding onto the rail, it wasn’t Demon or Shayd magic, but something more. Arcane sigils glistened in the air among the veil before vanishing quickly, as if allowing us passage through.
“What is this?!” Bobby shrieked, “What are you?!” he pointed at the young woman.
“Stop pointing at my daughter, she’s a half-breed, like you!” Lady D argued, lowering the man’s hand, “Just a bit more.”
“A bit more?!” Bobby yelled, “She’s on bloody fire, I don’t know any half-breed that can do that!”
“Bobby, please…” I turned to him, breathing deeply, “I don’t mean you any harm so please calm down. This happens some times.” I pulled my hands off the rail, clenching them tightly. Taking slow breaths, the Aura slowly extinguished until only steam highlighted my petite form. Looking at my mom, she shivered, knowing she sensed the magic tingling down her spine, but couldn’t see it, “I think I should get back inside.”
“Y-yes, I think you should!” Bobby leered at her, then reached out, grabbing the wheel, “There’s more to you, and I’m going to find out when this is all over!” he argued, then grunted, as Lady D roughly slapped his arm, “Bloody hell, what was that for?!” he looked at her strangely.
“That is my daughter.” she warned, “You leave her be, is that understood, Robert?!” her voice was stern with protection.
Gulping quietly, Bobby nodded.
Lady D returned the nod, retreating into the cabin behind her daughter, then closed the doors with a harm slam. Taking her seat next to her, she reached for her daughter’s hand, giving a gentle squeeze.
“Thank you.” I looked at her.
“Never thank me, sweetheart. But you’re welcome.”
“Mommy, I just want you to know, that before these people eat us, I love you.” I remarked sarcastically, trying to lighten the moment.
“And there she goes.” Lady D laughed, “But that’s not funny, I love you too.” she hugged her.
“Robert!” voices called out.
“I hear voices.” Lady D whispered.
“You know what they say about that right? If you hear voices, you’re either dead or insane.” I mocked with a laugh, “No?”
“No.” Lady D argued, shaking her head.
“Dock carefully!” a Scottish voice spoke over the speakers.
Reaching for the two-way radio, Bobby answered roughly.
“I’ve done this before Lancaster, and yet, you always have the need to remind me!” he laid the radio back in its place on the dashboard.
A huff replied over the static, then faded.
Bobby shook his head, carefully angling the boat into the port with perfect maneuvering. Biting his lower lip, turning the wheel slowly, parking along the length of the dock, he turned off the engine. Quickly turning to the cabin behind him, he listened as the women shrieked from his sudden slide of the doors.
“Sorry.” he apologized, “But we’re here.” he withdrew, and then turned, watching as the boat was being pulled closer to the dock by large hooks yielded by powerful hands, “Excuse me, hmm?” he looked into the cabin once more, “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”
He didn’t have to tell us twice. We waited quietly, hearing a series of voices exchanging words outside before a figure had climbed aboard. Holding our breaths, we exhaled with relief as Bobby peeked inside, urging us to emerge from the cabin. Hesitant, we stood, cautiously following him off the boat, staying close to him. Leading us up the ramp greeting figures, I struggled to bounce Freya’s carrier while my mom held on to my shivering shoulders for support. Looking around, there were people standing gawking in interest of us, the new arrivals. Once our steps ceased, Ravens swarmed nearby; the birds caught fish that were thrown high into the air by some of the fishers, emptying their nets. The cold air stung both of our nostrils and lungs, before the stench of fish replaced the crispness. I felt Zanzabarr tugging anxiously, wanting to be let free to catch some of the fish but heeled upon several loud commands. I knew he was hungry, shifting in place, letting out low whines.
Following Bobby, we watched as workers on the dock slowly emerged from a massive warehouse to the right of the harbor, attached to a boathouse of some kind. They shared moments of nods then their eyes widened as they stepped around the two women because of the large wolf. Rushing toward the boat, they retrieved our luggage, packing it quickly on a large trolley used for shipments and cargo. Its wheels annoyingly clanked against the wooden planks, bothering the half-breed that kept glancing back with a frown on her face.
“All yours.” one of the men declared, leaving the trolley next to the mother.
“Thank you.” Lady D offered a smile.
I said nothing but grinned, then glanced around, sensing no Demons present but looking at my mom, there it was, the very same strong pungent wet dog scent. And no, it was not Zanzabarr. Remembering Billy’s description of the Lycynian species, we took a guess that these men were must have been part of that paranormal community. Gulping softly, we kept our observations to ourselves. Breaking my gaze, there was a beach stretching both left and right of the harbor and dock, offering a clean transition from land to sea. The fog hid most of the structures, but we could still see the lighthouse above the concealed rooftops from the village.
“So you’re the new arrivals, are ye?” a man’s voice bellowed in a masculine tone, rolling his Scottish syllables, breaking the women’s concentration on the little things that didn’t matter, “Welcome to the Isle, the Isle of Castillion.” he held out his arms.
Looking ahead, there he was. A man that stood at 6’6, dressed in a faded, older black leather jacket and jeans that hugged his muscular build, with a knitted cap. His long, collar length red hair peeked along the rim of the cap, matching his brushed beard. Blue eyes had a piercing gaze, complimenting his strong, ruggedly handsome features. Clapping his gloved hands, he then rubbed them together, breathing heavily; the fog from his breath escaped the gaps between his fingers. Looking at Bobby he wondered, raising a curious brow.
“They’re not talkative. Are they?” he wondered about their mentality.
“Oh believe me Leonus, they’re quite now but give them both time and they won’t bloody shut up.” Bobby complained, “Especially the little one.” he turned to the two women who smiled as the men passed by.
“It matters not.” Leonus pushed past Bobby, stepping forward. Before he could finish his greeting, he jumped back then felt Bobby’s hands pulling him away, “By the god Odin, what the bloody hell is that?! A hellhound?!” he raised his hands in surrender, listening to the wolf release deep threatening growls and in between the spaces of his muzzle, he slathered his jaws. His blue eyes bulged in surprise, then studied the two women who remained quiet, “Robert, what is this?!” he looked at the half-breed behind him.
Hearing the Scotsman mutter something about half-breeds, it left me unsettled but I had more important things to focus on, like pulling Zanzabarr back, who sensed something strange about the man and this place, and it is going to take a lot of energy to control him. After all, he does weigh at least 120lbs and I’m only 5’2 height.
Bobby pushed Leonus back a few paces, instructing him to retrieve one of the Jeeps that should’ve been already prepared for him, so he could take the women to the manor.
“The square closes soon, so quit standing around gawking at the women and her wolf, turn your bulk around and get that Jeep here NOW!” Bobby argued bluntly.
Leonus growled, but nodding quickly, he turned, sprinting up the slight slope leading into the village square in an athletic stride.
Bobby sighed, shaking his head, then turned to the women, urging them to follow him once more. Pushing the trolley a little bit ahead, leading us away from the harbor, we stood and waited on the edge of the large village Bobby mentioned quite a few times, revealing it was Raven’s Port and Village, but had a nickname, RP&V.
“This is nothing though loves, believe me. You’ll be seeing a lot more of the island when we pass through the gates.” he glanced around, “This is quite the place, been a long time since I’ve been back here.”
“Island?” my voice broke the awkward silent, “F*ck me.” I muttered under my breath, then turned to my mom, but her attention was grasped by something else obviously far more interesting, “Mommy?” I followed her gaze upward, admiring a statuesque idol of a Raven carved from wood. The details were amazing as it displayed every feather, with eyes carved as if they watched you, shining with red glass stones. It faced the waters behind us, as if it were a sentinel standing guard. The statue was varnished with some kind of high-shine, probably to protect it from the natural weather elements and crashing waters of the sea against the rocks. It was gorgeous but I couldn’t hold back my sarcasm, “Oh my god, yep we sank, died, and went to Valhalla.” I looked around, “No Odin?” I released a frightened laugh.
“No, no Odin, but this Isle did once belong to the Vikings a long time ago and no, you’re not in Dagon either.” Bobby had attempted humor, “No one’s going to eat you or your wolf.” he made eye contact with the young woman, “I watch movies too.” he grinned then turned, hearing an engine approaching, “Ah, there’s our lift.” he gestured ahead, where a black Jeep quickly approached, exhibiting the same R insignia on its side, and a license plate reading Raven #1.
“Well, that explains a lot.” Lady D whispered, “R is for Raven, well, Raven-whatever. Sure, why not.” she shrugged.
“Helpful.” I looked at her.
“All right, let’s get you lasses inside!” Leonus’ voice boomed, peeking his head out of the front seat window.
“A**es, did he just say…” Lady D argued, looking at Bobby.
“No, Ma’am…he did not, he’s Scottish. It took me a long time to understand what he says half the time.” Bobby reassured, “If you listen closely enough, you’ll be able to understand.” he gently patted their shoulders, “Come on, let’s get you packed.” he turned, leading them to the Jeep.
Leonus quickly jumped out of the driver’s seat. Avoiding the size of the woman’s wolf at all costs, he let out a deep growl as the canine snarled, not afraid of letting him know that he wasn’t liked. He watched as the wolf jumped into the large trunk area behind the backseats, then looked down at her, the petite half-breed that slammed the trunk door closed with a hard slam.
Huffing heavily, I sighed, then turned to the man looming tall above me, like a Viking god. Grinning, I apologized if maybe Zanzabarr’s behavior was inappropriate but received no reply, just a distasteful frown that scrunched his face. Climbing into the backseat, sitting next to my mom who braced the carrier between her feet, the door slammed closed to my right as the Lycynian walked away.
“Friendly.” I muttered, looking at my mom.
Bobby gripped the door handle of the driver’s side and before he could pull it open, he felt a rough hand grabbing his arm. He followed the length of the arm upward until he leered into Leonus’ stern blue eyes.
“Please let go of me.” he warned.
“Not until you tell me what SHE is to possess such a beast?!” Leonus groaned deeply. His blue eyes veered through the blacked out windows, seeing the faint movement of the wolf moving around, “It’s like he’s Fenrir.”
“Oh, geez…” Bobby pulled his arm away, “not the Viking talk again, please. It’s been a long morning, I’m not in the mood.” he opened the door, “And as far as what she is, that’s not my tale to tell, you’ll find out soon enough anyway, I’m sure.” he climbed in, then slammed the door. Shaking his head, he took a moment to gaze over his shoulder, making sure there was no one behind the Jeep, before turning it around in a swift U-turn swerve, “Ready loves?” he looked at the women in the rearview mirror, receiving nods, “Relax, we’re almost there.” he led the Jeep toward an elaborate iron gate attached to an eight-foot cobblestone wall surrounding the village, which separated it from RP&V behind them.
Guardians stood beneath a red canvas canopy shielding them from the drizzle. They smiled, opening the gate allowing the Jeep passage through the massive stone archway.
Shifting in our seat, looking through the water splattered windows, we admired the village. If this island had belonged to the Vikings at one point in time, we could easily see it, for the village was perfectly situated near the water for advantage over the sea, keeping watch for intruders and trading vessels. The lighthouse too, offered a better view of the surrounding directions. I could see its tall tower above the rooftops still.
As Bobby slowly drove through RP&V that was semicircular in shape, residents and shopkeepers emerged from their shops, watching as he passed through, once hearing the news of new arrivals on their shores. He waved through the window, then offered a honk of his horn in greeting.
The men and women standing watch, acted as if the arrivals were a rare occurrence, never seeing outsiders before.
Shops and storefronts of steampunk architecture followed the curve, with steam erupting from their pipes on their rooftops, disintegrating quickly, adding no pollution to the air. Shifting closer to the window, pressing my head against the glass, my eyes looked down at the streets made of gray cobblestone that fit together like one massive puzzle.
“Wow.” I mumbled with a smile, then focused ahead, “Is that?” I veered toward the center of the village where a magnificent fountain stood covered with a stone gazebo, “Wow.” was all I could repeat.
“This is amazing.” Lady D admired, “And not all what I had expected.” she finished telepathically, sharing a brief smile with her daughter, who glanced over her shoulder.
Surrounding the fountain, were many displays tents, closed and covered to protect their items for sale from the rain. Tall Victorian lamp posts lined the walkways near the shops, along with individual buildings lamps, all running on Electrokinetic power.
The scattered villagers watched as the Jeep continued the curve around the fountain.
As Bobby approached the other end of RP&V, a large brick pub on the right was painted blue, and a white Inn on the left, both continuing the flair of the era, with their signs flashing in neon fixtures and semi script fonts. The Inn had yet put on their lights of the sign, but my eyes could see an iron Raven sculpture atop, as if perched upon the title.
The Raven’s Inn
Turning around, glancing over my mom’s shoulder through her window, the Pub’s sign was highlighted brightly in a bold yellow neon light, flashing steadily with what looked like an Irish theme among the font.
Luck of the Isles’ Pub
Continuing forward, Bobby approached another arched entry, or exit depending on which direction you’re coming, where two young men stood guard beneath the canopy. Black caps covered their heads from the rain, and bladed weapons hung from their belts, the guns and axes were both advanced and ornately forged.
“Are they carrying weapons?” Lady D leaned forward.
“Shh.” Bobby hissed at the woman, peeking her head between the two front seats, “Sit back and please…” he looked at the half-breed, “say nothing.”
“No problem.” I agreed softly.
“Mmm.” Bobby squinted, then shifted, turning to the window. Letting it down just enough, he made small talk with one of the Guardians who approached, dressed in a black coat and trousers with a large pin near the collar.
“Oi, bloody hell Bobby, it’s been a long time mate.” he leaned in, speaking in a cocky British accent, “What brings you back after all these years?” his dark eyes glanced past the man’s shoulder, seeing two women sitting quietly in the back, “Ah, you have travelers.” he nodded, “Marxus mentioned there’d be.” he took a quick sniff of the air, catching a feminine scent, “Is it just two this time, or will there be more in the coming days?”
“Yes, I do and I think I should get them to the manor.” Bobby suggested firmly, “And no, they’re it.”
“More refugees?” the other inquired in an American accent, “Mortals?” he too, sniffed the air, “Yep, they’re mortal and uh, women too by the scent of their perfume.” he sighed, then he frowned, “And a mutt? Damn.” he was unaware the scent had belonged to a canine, not a paranormal Lycynian.
Zanzabarr grew agitated by the new scents filling the Jeep, pacing nervously in the spacious trunk behind the backseats. He turned, releasing low whines through his muzzle, then leaned his head on his pack mothers’ shoulder as she wrapped her left arm around his neck.
“Not Dagon, huh?” my voice entered my mom’s mind.
Lady D said nothing, what could she say?
“Is Mr. Castillion at the manor or not?” Bobby questioned.
“We haven’t seen him around here all day, so the manor most likely is your best best.” the American answered.
“All right, thank you Nick. Now if you can please open the gates?” Bobby shifted, sensing the tension from the backseat.
“Sure thing, mate.” the English voice added, followed by a tap on the Jeep’s roof, splattering water. Backing away, he and the other Guardian opened the gate.
Bobby tapped the wheel, watching as the young men opened the gate, giving a thumbs up when it was clear to pass through. He gratefully honked the horn, driving through the gate.
Just as the Jeep passed, through the dark windows, the men saw the blurry faces of two women before pulling away.
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