Beth checked her watch for the fortieth time, squinting around her at the moonlit English countryside. Mom and Dad waited apprehensively a few feet away, Mom wringing her hands and Dad pacing just a little.
She'd been the one to talk to her brother that morning and it was such a cryptic conversation.
.......
"Hey, B. Are you with mom and dad?"
"Yeah, at Mr. Thomas' manor outside London. Why? What's wrong? You sound funny."
"Well, that's why I'm calling. I need to see all of you. Something has happened, and you need to hear it from me first."
"Oh, shit, Kevin! Dad told you that you were playing with fire hanging out with that creature."
"Beth, for... your own sake, don't call her that, ok? And don't jump to conclusions. It's not what you think. Can you guys meet me tonight?"
"Yeah. Where? "
"Just come outside around one or so. We should be there around then."
"'We?' Who are you bringing? What car will you be in?"
"Uh, no car. Listen, I've got some stuff to do here. I'll see you all tonight."
.......
Movement in the western sky caught her eye and she spun, mouth falling open as she looked up. Mom and Dad followed her gaze, mirroring her reaction.
A winged being slowly dropped out of the starry sky, holding Kevin tightly. With a few beats of a giant pair of black and red bat wings, a very beautiful young woman, the Lady Talera in her true form, no doubt, touched down silently in front of them, setting Kevin on his feet.
Something was very wrong with him. He was several inches taller, more filled out, his hair longer, movements inhuman.
"Good God," Mom whispered, hand covering her mouth.
"Lady Talera, how could- we- he's just a boy-" Dad sputtered, taking a tentative step forward.
"Dad," Beth cut in, stepping in front of him, advancing on the being at her brother's side. "Bitch! How dare you-!"
"Bethany!" Kevin interrupted her, moving with lightning speed between her and the Immortal. "She didn't do anything."
"Unfortunately," Talera said, her voice low, as seductive as reported. She gave Beth a sideways look, murmuring something to Kev in a melodic language before turning, wings rustling at her back, long tail flicking restlessly, then melted into the night.
"Oh, Kevin," Mom murmured, coming forward to touch his face. "What-? You're not Vampyr."
"No," he said, taking her hand in both of his.
"Lycan," Dad said, pursing his lips. "Right?"
Kevin nodded, looking back down at Mom as she ran her hands over his arms, peering intently up at his eyes, studying the changes in her son.
"Do I want to know how it happened exactly?" Dad asked, coming forward as well.
"I doubt it. Suffice to say I was personally attacked by a now deceased band of Hunters. Turning me was the only way to save my life."
"And this is recent?"
"Ten days ago."
"You were at Talera's Turning? That's when it happened?"
Her brother just nodded again, face betraying his worry.
Beth stared, jaw clenched. Her own brother, a werewolf. It was beyond her scope. That he was best friends, probably lovers, with the most powerful and terrifying creature the Vampyr had ever produced was enough. Now he was Immortal himself.
"Why are they letting you see us? Tell us? This isn't standard procedure, is it?" Mom asked, biting her lips, tears coming to her eyes. If an Immortal was Turned and still had a human family, they were almost always told their loved one had died, escorted to a nice funeral, never to know.
"There were special circumstances. For one, Talera is involved, and she moves mountains when she puts her mind to it. Mostly, though, my Clan is progressive. And they know that shit wouldn't work with you. I was Turned by the Alpha, which makes me first in his Line, since he has no other heirs, so I have certain privileges."
"Which Clan? I don't know a great deal about the Lyca, but..."
"Pershing."
"That's a distinguished Clan," Dad admitted, nodding his head. "They're an old one and a powerful one. Worldwide, but based in..."
"Atlanta."
"And Pershing himself Turned you?"
"Yeah. He wanted to come tonight, but I told him... well. I didn't know how you all would react..."
"Are you a Beta?" his father asked, face scanning his son's intently. "Where do you stand in their hierarchy?"
"Ah," Kevin hesitated. "I don't know where I stand as yet."
"Answer the question, Kevin."
"I'm an Alpha," the young man said, straightening to his new full height. "I've no plans to challenge Pershing, though."
"Is this good-bye?" Mom asked, eyes tearing again.
"No, not unless you want it to be," Kevin said quietly, looking down at his feet, then at all of them in turn.
"This is so much," Dad sighed. "I didn't expect this at all. Never saw this coming. I thought if anything, you'd get mixed up with Talera..."
"Are you happy?" Mom asked in a small voice, touching his cheek again, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Kevin nodded. "I'm still getting used to it, but... I don't have any regrets."
"What happens next?" Dad asked.
Bethany crossed her arms over her chest, seething, though even she couldn't really pinpoint why she was so incensed. It wasn't that her brother wasn't human. The family had half expected something like this would happen one day, given their line of work and that Kevin was so close to that world the past few years. Shaking her head, she made a sound of frustration and abruptly turned and walked off into the darkness, leaving her parents to her brother.
She stalked into the stand of trees off to her right, their cover providing some sense of comfort, steadiness when her world was so upset. Putting her hands over her face, she breathed deeply for a few minutes, trying to calm herself down and get her thoughts in order. Slowly, she got the feeling she was not alone. Spinning, she searched the thicket around her. Lady Talera leaned against a giant tree trunk off to one side, eyes glowing faintly green in the darkness. She didn't seem to be paying any attention to Beth, eyes peering out at Kevin and Beth's parents. Beth studied her for a moment. She had pushed the demon back down inside herself, so she seemed to be a normal vampire, long dark hair, which Beth knew was dark silver, loose around her in a well-shaped mane. She was as seductively beautiful in person as she appeared to be in pictures, tightly muscled body, sultry curves only visible beneath her long black coat and black clothing because she leaned against a light-colored tree.
"I guess you're thrilled," the young archaeologist said after a moment, putting as much disdain into her voice as she could manage. Inwardly, she wondered how far she should push it with this being, who was not known for her patience with mortals.
"Ecstatic," the Immortal dead-panned, fangs flashing in the moonlight, glowing eyes flicking to Beth's face, then away again. Beth came closer, though the other made no indication that she was even aware of her presence.
"No seriously, I bet you're happy now. He's finally one of you people."
"He's not one of my People."
"Ohh, you're pissed because now you can't control him like you do everyone else around you. That's it."
Beth crossed her arms, puffing out her chest, smirking. The vampire didn't react, other than to smile marginally.
"Or maybe you're upset because, honestly, how are you ever going to top this? Just one more thing he's done to one-up you."
She didn't look at Beth as she said it, only stared forward, but her words weren't mocking.
"Who the hell do yo-?" the young woman started to retort, throwing her light brown hair over her shoulder, blue eyes flashing behind her glasses. For a moment, her instincts told her to strike at the offending bitch, but her brain kicked in before the girl did anything so fatally stupid.
"Yeah, well," she said after a moment of thought, allowing herself a grudging smile, taking off her glasses and polishing them before putting them back on. "He always warned me if I met you not to challenge you to a pissing match. His words."
The Immortal's unreadable expression cracked with a lopsided grin. "Nah, I think you can both more than hold your own."
She pushed away from the tree trunk, eyes meeting Beth's, a friendly smile on her luminous white face.
"Truce?" Beth asked, holding out her hand.
"Truce," she said, taking the outstretched hand and shaking it firmly. The creature's skin was cool as marble, but was absent the overwhelming spell of lust that everyone was going nuts over. Beth found herself at once relieved and faintly disappointed.