CHAPTER 28
"Dove Hawthorne, you have been granted a warrant." The man rasped as he placed the paper in his bowl. It transferred over to me.
"That's it?" I said in disbelief as I picked up the paper that fluttered into my own copper bowl.
"All the information is on the paper. I can't add anything."
I glanced down at the warrant and said crankily. "How 'bout how many hunters have died before it was given to me or past patterns?" When I looked up the man had an evil smile and narrowed eyes.
I cocked my head and studied him. I had never seen him before and he made my skin crawl. He was dressed conservatively, dark blue suit and tie. "Who are you? You're not a chronicler."
He ignored the question. "The warrant is authentic."
He smiled wider and his vision transferred behind me. I felt the weight and warmth of Ezra's hands descend on my shoulders. "In fact, you have a fountain of information behind you."
"Is it for you?" Ezra remarked blandly.
"Warrants are only for those who let evil come onto them." He transferred his stare back to me and gave me a direct look as if to imply that I was evil, or maybe I was still projecting my insecurities. My lip curled in contempt as I terminated the connection.
When I turned around Ezra was human looking and dressed in a black suit, his traditional red garnet closing his shirt collar. He looked down pointedly at the warrant in my hand.
"Oh. Uh..." I scanned it again. "It's Melous."
He gently took the paper from my hand and let out soft laughter. "You will not kill Melous."
"Uh, what do you mean I won't kill Melous?"
"Oh, Doctor." Ezra said with a German accent as he stared at the paper.
I sighed heavily. "Was that the infamous Doctor Bardellis?"
"Yes."
"You can't tell this demon that I'm coming."
"He already knows you are."
"If you are not going to let me kill him what's your plan?"
Ezra tapped the paper in on his palm and said nothing.
"If you don't have a plan then I am going to kill that demon." I pointed at the warrant.
Ezra stared at me, "I will not let you kill Melous."
Taurin came in just as my mouth opened to disagree with Ezra. I looked at him suspiciously because I could smell blood mingled with his scent. "What did you do?"
"Me?" he asked innocently. He inclined his head towards me. "What do you smell?" He asked eagerly.
"You look impeccable as always, but I smell blood coming from you."
"What kind?" He asked, still eager.
"I don't know!" I said in exasperation.
"Wolf's blood," he grinned.
"Oh shit! Not again."
"Gordon's were hungry."
"And so were you apparently. Which reminds me that we need to address this little problem you have. Well, one of several problems, some of them clearly mental. And you," I pointed at Ezra, "you better have something to tell me."
I walked to the entrance and pulled back the material motioning Taurin to go before me. I raised an eyebrow as he mockingly inclined his head and went through. He leaned on the couch's arm and waited for me to speak.
"I found out a way for you to get over your predicament." I paused, "I think."
"Go on." He cocked his head and gave me his full attention.
"I found out that you could issue a challenge to the werewolf involved. The problem is that once you issue it you would have no say as to whatever else happens. The werewolf decides whether it is to the death. He also establishes other boundaries. Then there is the possibility that he will not accept it because you aren't a werewolf."
"That was a mouthful. Where'd you get your information?"
"I was doing research." I turned around when I heard Ezra walk into the living room and watched him take a crossed armed stance.
"I want to know where you were researching," Ezra added.
"I'm sure you do. Just believe me when I say that it's authentic."
"You, I would never doubt. You do not lie, at least not very well." Ezra said.
"Great. Good to know." I rolled my eyes and turned back at Taurin. "So?"
"You want me to issue a challenge?"
I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Taurin's face was blank. I shrugged.
"But what if I die, Dove?" He asked nonchalantly.
"I didn't think you were that insecure," I said sweetly.
The demon laughed under his breath. "It would solve our problem."
"If you died?" I said sweetly again.
Taurin barked a laugh.
"Anyway, do you want to do it?"
"It would be an easy way to solve this. Tell me what to do."
"Part of the deal was that I would issue the challenge to the werewolf."
I felt the air move against my back and Ezra was immediately in front of me. "You made a bargain with a werewolf?" He tapped a finger on my forehead, "Taurin is a bad influence on you."
"What?! Are you kidding?! Taurin is a bad influence on you!" I said with bitterness while pushing at his chest.
Ezra made a noise of annoyance at me.
I continued, "It was the only way for me to get the information I needed."
Taurin studied me from the couch.
Ezra continued with a glare, "For Taurin."
"Yes. What?"
"You are too trusting, Dove."
"I'm beginning to figure that out. After all look at the situation I am in now," I said gesturing to the two of them.
"Yes. Look at the situation you are in now," Ezra agreed.
"We will do this," Taurin said.
"At whose pain?" Ezra asked darkly as he stared intently at me.
"I guess that's the question," Taurin replied just as menacingly.
I sighed. I knew they thought that I had been manipulated, they were probably right. They would know, they were masters at it. I changed topics. "About the warrant." I looked pointedly at Ezra.
"We will not hunt him."
"Then give me another option or I will go alone, because I don't know what else to do. Unless you want the Affairs' Office to place a warrant on all of us. And I so don't want that, do you?"
"Bardellis did this because he we had a disagreement of a scientific and personal nature."
"How long ago was this?" I asked.
"One hundred years."
I nodded my head slowly, "That's a long time to hold a grudge. He doesn't look that old."
"He is."
"What is he?"
He spoke to Taurin in demon. Taurin responded with genuine surprise, that, at least, I could understand from his tone. I watched Taurin rub his thumb over his bottom lip. He bit his pad as he contemplated the words to use to explain to me. He finally spoke, "You know what vampires are."
"Not personally."
He rolled his eyes and I smirked at the behavior he picked up from me, wondered how long until he started swearing on a regular basis.
"Bardellis is something similar to that. He steals from others, takes their health. That is how they live. That is their only nourishment. They're a rare breed."
Ezra shook his head, "Not as rare as they want you to believe. They are the best at hiding than any of us in this realm."
Taurin looked at Ezra, "I guess I should be more on my guard when I'm feeling ill."
"You should always be on your guard, even when it is Dove."