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    Posted: July/24/2008 at 2:51am
Here is the final part:

“Another human.” He said and then hissed, showing his fangs. I smiled. This surprised him and he closed his mouth.
     “That’s suppose to scare me.” I replied. I looked behind him at Drue. She hung from the ceiling by her wrists. She was nude. Slashes bore deep into her torso. She looked at me for a second and then laid her head back on her chest.
     “So, you know my little guest, hey.” The vampire said, smiling a wicked grin. I hate when vampires smile. It means trouble is close behind them. He walked over to a large wooden chair that was near Drue. I didn’t move. He sat down and lazily hung one leg over the chair’s right arm.
     “Who are you?” I asked, not expecting an answer.
     “My name is Remy and who are you.” He replied.
     “Ah. I have actually heard of you.” Remy said.
     “Oh, yes, the powerful Lucinda. Scourge of the underworld. Protector of the small insignificant humans.” Remy laughed at his own joke.
     “You use to be human. Once.”
     “Unfortunately. But I have so much more, now. Now, that I am a powerful force. Now, people won’t discriminate against me.” He replied. He pulled his tight black shirt up and showed me scars on his body.
     “See these. This was what would happen if you didn’t pick enough cotton that day in the fields. Cotton, the lifeblood of the south. You picked it until your fingers bled and then you picked some more. Well, I had a chance at a better life. I took it. Now, I’m the master and other humans are the slave.” Remy explained.
     “But that makes you no better than the people who did that to you.” I replied.
     “Foolish talk. You must get people before they get you. I learned that at a early age.” He sat correctly in the seat and pointed at Drue.
     “Take her, if you want.” He said. I didn’t move. He could kill me before I stepped an inch toward Drue. He laughed. A deep guttural laugh. Something from a nightmare.
     “Go ahead, I will do nothing. Take your werewolf with you also.” He replied.
     “How did you . . .?” I asked. He waved the question away. I walked toward Drue and grabbed a knife from my back pocket. I felt a rush of wind and then my head was snapped back. Remy’s face pressed against mine. He breathed in, deeply. He licked my cheek up to my eyes. I stood perfectly still.
     “You would taste so good.” He said and then I heard a crack, like thunder and he was across the room. Drue was down from the her restraints and magic coursed through her body. I could see the white smoke appear in her hands.
     “Witch ” Remy screamed and flew at her. I fell back as the two rushed into each other. A blinding light filled the building. It crackled like electricity. It was there for a second and then gone. I sat up from the floor and saw Drue laying there. I stood up and ran over to her side. I felt for a pulse. She had one but it was weak. I picked her up. I looked for signs of Remy but he was gone. I ran out of the building. Nero was still guarding the two vampires. He turned and followed me away from the warehouse.

     I laid Drue in her makeshift bed in the back of the tent. Nero, still in wolf form, waited in the front. I covered her in blankets. She was breathing, just not steadily. I knelt beside her and waited. She didn’t move for a long time but then she moaned and grabbed the bed underneath her. I grabbed her left hand and held it. She screamed and sat up. Her eyes were open and she was staring into space. She was talking.
     “Be careful. He knows. He knows.” She said and then she laid back down and went limp in my hand. I checked her neck for a pulse and felt nothing. I fell over her body and grabbed her. I sighed and started to weep. It was the kind of weeping that brought snot to your nose. I raised myself when I heard padding behind me. Nero, in wolf form, came into the back room. His wolf eyes looked at me, all knowing. He came over and laid his head on my lap. I ruffled his fur. He made a pleasurable sound in his throat. A rough, pink tongue ran over my hand. I laughed and pulled away. A light filled the room and Nero had changed back into his human form. He quickly pulled a blanket around himself.
     “Clothes obviously cost a lot of money when you are a shape shifter.” I replied. He smiled through his liquid covered face. He stood up and cinched the blanket around his waist. He sat down on the bed and looked at Drue.
     “Do you want to bury her?” He asked. At first I was offended by the question but he was right, she needed to be buried. I nodded. He left the room and was back a few minutes later with some clothes on. He waited. I turned and kissed Drue on the forehead. I nodded to Nero and he stepped forward, slipped his hands underneath Drue and lifted her from the bed. He carried her outside. I grabbed a shovel on the way out.
     “I can dig.” He replied, seeing me grab the shovel. I shook my head. No it was something I needed to do myself.
     “Okay, Lucinda.” Nero replied and walked into the desert with Drue. The light of the Hope Star was coming up over the horizon, what little light it was. I picked a spot some twenty feet away from the tent. Nero laid Drue down and I started digging. Tears rolled down my eyes as I dug into the sand. Nero sat there watching over Drue. I dug until it was deep enough so that any passing animals would not be able to scent her. Nero gently pushed Drue into the hole. He laid her head to the side. I sighed and started shoveling dirt over her. Grief filled me. I dropped the shovel and started digging the grave back up with my hands. Nero grabbed me and I hit him.
     “Lucinda, stop. She’s gone.” He said, grabbing my hands. I balled them into fists and smacked his chest. He did nothing.
     “Stop standing there   Hit me back ” I said. He said nothing and I stopped and fell into his arms. He held me as I sobbed. He smoothed my hair. Nobody ever did that. I never let anybody get that close. He sat me down and finished closing Drue’s grave. He patted the sand down, so that you couldn’t even tell that anyone was buried there. He gripped the shovel and reached for my hand. I took it and we walked away.

     Two days later we were traveling away from where Drue had camped. Nero walked ahead of me. It was strange following someone else. I had always been the guide. We were heading west. Desert filled most of the land. I have no idea where Nero is headed but for some reason I want to follow him. I look at the place where the Hope Star shines. For a second I can hear Drue on the wind. Calling to me but then I hear Nero calling over that and look at him.
     “Come on.” He says. I follow. We walk into the dust of the desert and for the first time in my life I feel apart of something, not just a refugee.
THE END      
Reading: The Shadow Rising by Robert Jordan & Urban Gothic by Brian Keene

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And with strange aeons even death may die.
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