Chapter Twenty: Argos
When Damien opened his eyes that evening he found her sitting in the bay window seat, staring out into the night, and sharpening a wooden stake.
Despite his alarm, he sat up from his bed slowly. "Rambo," he quipped. "We meet again."
She simply kept whittling away the sharpened tip of the stake. "I'm not here to hurt you," she assured him quietly. "And the name is Ginger."
He swung his legs over the side of his satin covered bed. "Well then, Ginger, welcome to my home. Might I ask why you're here?"
"Because it's a place no one will look for me," she informed without even looking his directly. "I needed a vampire older and stronger than Raven to throw off his radar, but one who wasn't anywhere close to the club." She turned her green eyes on him then. "You're the only candidate that fit."
"Ah," he said as he nodded. He slid out of bed and came to join her at the window. "And why don't you want Raven to know where you are?"
She blew the dust from the stake. "Because he'll try to convince me not to go after the Creature by myself."
She sleeved the stake and then stood to face Damien, who studied her with a thoughtful gaze. "And you think that little piece of wood is going to kill that thing?"
She shrugged. "It might slow him down at least."
She turned to walk away but his voice stopped her. "You are Abigail's sister."
Without turning around she whispered, "Not anymore," and left the room.
At Sebastian's club, Hunter faced off with the older, wiser vampire with an angry stare. "Don't lie to me, you filthy blood sucker. I know she's here!"
Sebastian just smiled. "For your information I do not suck blood. So that's two counts where you're wrong."
Raven entered the club behind Hunter just as he advanced on Sebastian. "Enough," Raven warned. "Sebastian doesn't know where Ginger is anymore than you do."
Hunter swirled around. "And how do you know that?"
"Because I know why she left," Raven pointed out. "And she'd never hide anywhere that you could find her."
Raven brushed past both of them to head toward the bar. Hunter followed. "You know she's not safe out there," he said -- but Raven appeared nonplussed.
"That begs the assumption that they are safe anywhere."
"Who are they?" Sebastian asked as he walked around the bar. "What's going on?"
"The Creature," Raven explained. "It's after those I possess. To punish me."
"The only thing it does right," Hunter growled as he grabbed a glass of whiskey from the bar.
"Is that what you think?" Raven asked him. "At least I leave them alive."
"Alive but damaged. Like Abigail."
"Ah, yes. Abigail. And you did your part to save her, didn't you?"
Hunter glared at him. "For your information, I love Abigail."
"As much as Ginger?" Raven wanted to know. "Is that why she ran off to face this Creature on her own? Curious as how you didn't see fit to save her."
Hunter was off the bar stool in a second, grabbing Raven's jacket and bringing them nose to nose. "I already saved her from the likes of you before."
Raven just smiled as he remembered Ginger's vampire lover whom she reminisced about just the night before. "Or maybe you didn't save her at all," he mused, "Maybe you just postponed the inevitable. And that's why you're so scared she left."
Hunter released him in impotent anger. Deep down he knew that Raven spoke the truth.
Raven straightened his jacket and then drank from the bottle of water Sebastian had provided. "Maybe if you calm down and stop treating me like the enemy, we can actually save her now."
"What's in it for you?" asked Hunter suspiciously.
Raven was still figuring that out. "Nothing else to do on a Friday night," he quipped.
Sebastian poured his own drink. "So what does this Creature have against you?" he asked Raven.