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Author's note: This is a 2-part story.
Sam Spade 21: The Incident of the Lost Love 1 by Kaereni
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I had the idea to make an underground following. By picking social outcasts, I could make my following grow without having an address. It was with that thought that I wanted Jane, my sister, to introduce me to a group of bikers who had helped her when her car broke down. It took a moment to explain my idea to her and she agreed. With that she led Angela, Cindy, Lilith, Franki, Fa, and myself to a bar down in south Florida.
When I arrived, I found myself standing in a parking lot of a bar in South Miami. The gravel parking lot stood better than thirty bikes lined up like an honor guard before a tomb. A moment later the others showed and looked at the gravel parking lot. Looking at it I said to myself, "It looks worse than it did last time I was here."
Lilith looked Samantha and said dryly, "You always seem to know all the better dive bars granddaughter."
"No one will notice us entering," Jane said with a smile. "This way," she walked through the parking lot and through a door.
Inside it looked like any dive bar I had been in other than the fact that the only female was the bartender. You could hear a pin drop as the others followed me in and stood looking around. Without stopping, Jane walked up to the bartender, "Have you seen Bruce?"
The bartender took one look at her and then us before returning her attention to Jane, "Sorry, I don't know anyone named Bruce," and turned away once more.
I watched as the bikers turned towards us and slowly moved this way. "Boys I would rather not kill you, so why don't you just carry your asses back to what you were doing and leave us alone." I turned toward the bartender and pulled my pistol. Pointing the pistol at the back of her head, I made eye contact with her through the mirror. In a cold dead voice, I said, "They may hurt me, but I will kill you first. Where is he?" When she made no reply, I cocked it.
"I don't know, I don't know," she replied turning quickly to look at me.
"In that case we'll wait. I have a bourbon on the rocks, four glasses of blood wine and," I glanced at Jane.
"Wild Turkey on the rocks."
"What is blood wine?" the girl asked not moving.
"Take a glass of wine and add three drops of blood to each glass," Franki replied turning her head to look at the girl. She smiled and displayed her fangs. "We could always get blood the old fashioned way if you rather."
The girl gasped and poured three glasses of red wine and then looking around grabbed a little paring knife and tried to cut her hand with it. Of course she failed.
"Here," Fa said offering the girl her push dagger. As the girl took it Fa latched on to her arm and cut the girl's palm.
The girl looked at the blood dumbly as it dripped down her hand and onto the counter. Fa seeing, she was not moving on her own, guided the bartender's hand over the glasses. Once she had added blood to the glasses of wine and then to my bourbon she cut her own palm and held it against the girl's. "Sisters stick together through thick and thin. I pray the goddess will find you worthy."
When Fa released her hand, the bartender looked at it and saw it was healed. "Thank you sister," she said with a dip of her head. She looked at Jane and said, "Bruce usually comes in after five thirty when he gets off work."
"We'll wait," Jane said. She turned and said loudly, "I come back and show off my little sister and her friends to you boys and what do we get? A cold shoulder and hostility!" She shook her head, "I'm so ashamed of you."
"Aww Doc don't be like that," one of the men said moving forward.
"Now when have I ever done you wrong James?" Jane asked as the biker came forward.
"Never Doc, but then again," he gestured towards the others with her. "You have never come in with people like..." He trailed off.
Jane laughed and hugged him. Dragging him over she said, "James, this is my little sister Samantha Spade." She continued making introductions, "Angela, Cindy, Fa, Franki and Lilith."
James's eyes got large and he took a half step back, "Sam Spade and her angel of death... your sister?" His eyes rolled up and he looked as if he was about to faint when Lilith and Fa caught a hold of his arms. They guided him to one of the bar stools. He gave his head a shake as if to clear the cobwebs and finally said, "I didn't know you had a sister."
I smiled at him and said, "Half sister to be exact." Looking at the others I added, "Feel free to return to what you were doing."
Instead of them returning to their tables they made a dash for the door. Angela stopped them and smiled, "You weren't thinking of leaving were you? That would upset the goddess and in turn upset us." She gave a little insane laugh, "You don't want to see me upset do you?"
Lilith and the others moved to stand around Angela and drew their weapons. Holding her two swords Lilith said, "Go sit down boys and let Jane and Samantha have their visit with Bruce when he shows peaceful like." She smiled at them and after a moment they drifted back towards the tables.