It was dark when Ravenna woke again; she felt completely rested. Stretching her muscles with a big yawn, she flinched as her shoulder signaled it wasn't healed completely yet. She'd have to be careful with that. The rest of her body felt miraculously good, almost normal even.
The house was silent except for an even heartbeat she could hear upstairs. Alex sleeping in his own quarters probably, nothing to worry about. She got out of the bed and found new clothes. Having a closet full of beautiful feminine clothing, she'd make sure to wear them; reddening slightly thinking of the lace panties and bra she'd put on. They really left little to the imagination.
She took in her appearance in the mirror contentedly. Choosing a red blouse with white jeans, she looked at the woman staring back at her. She was radiant and healthy, albeit still somewhat skinny. She marveled at the speed at which she had healed. Was it one of the benefits of living with vampires? She'd have to ask Alexander.
Silently she left her room and crossed the dark house to the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge, she looked for some food she liked. She tried to ignore the shelves stocked with bags with red contents, that really still was somewhat creepy.
"Ravenna."
S
tartled, she looked around her, scanning her surroundings. Confused, she found she still was alone, nothing to be heard or seen in her vicinity.
"Don't worry, it's just me on a mental call. Just think anything back at me."
Right, vampire up there with special abilities, think something back.
"Good morning?"
"You have to decide consciously that you want me to hear your thoughts, or otherwise, I can't hear them."
"Uhm, what the fuck?"
She heard Alexander's chuckle. He'd heard that all right. His laugh did not sound as if it originated from somewhere in the room; rather like it was only in her head. Silent communication, she thought, frowning, she'd really need some time to get used to all this superhuman abilities.
"This is what we call broadcasting. When we choose to, vampires can speak mentally to each other, and now we know you can, too. I heard you walk through the house, and I was just wondering whether everything's alright."
"This is really weird you know."
Alexander chuckled again.
"I'm fine. I was hungry, so I'm scoring some food. You go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, have a nice dinner."
Ravenna collected some curry from the fridge and heated the oven to warm Naan bread. Fortunately, Alexander had all kinds of food she liked. After dinner, she'd see if she could find a computer and surf a bit on the internet. She frowned. Maybe she'd better ask the vampire first.
"Uhm, Alex?"
It took some moments before he answered.
"Yeah?"
She grinned, he sounded like she had woken him from his sleep.
"Sorry for waking you again."
"At 4:30 in the morning,"
he grumbled sleepily.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Is it okay if I use your computer?"
Alexander smiled at her dismissal of his complaint of the hour, she sure had gotten used to him quickly.
"Sure, password's Mythbuster."
Ravenna grinned at that. These vampires had a good sense of humor.
***
After she'd stowed away her food, she booted the computer in the study. It was a fairly new PC, probably fully equipped to standard rich vampire standards, but not a system that Ravenna would even consider buying.
It would have to do for now. She'd see if she could access her accounts and order her own system. Maybe she could pay Alexander back for the trouble he'd went through to tend to her. Suddenly, she hesitated. That did mean she'd have to go out there again, albeit on the net.
She'd told everything about her computer work to
those men
; told them everything about her life. Slumping back into her chair, she realized she'd probably have to start all over again. Years of hard work down the drain now that all the information was out on the street. She sighed, ignoring the sadness that settled in her chest; she'd better get started then.
She'd start with a quick sweep of the computer; see if it had proper security. Concentrating on the screen, her eye fell on the date in the lower right corner. Anger swept through her, and she felt the scorching heat trying to break out. Fourteen months, 411 days to be precise, it had been since they'd found her.
Her drink toppled over on the desk. Startled, she tried to contain her emotions now that she had learned what they could do, the shaking furniture around her testifying to that. She stared at the art on the wall, concentrating on the fine paintings to reel in her anger. Renaissance, a style she liked, but who didn't? Thinking about the old masters of the 14
th
and 15
th
century, she felt her anger abate, the house silent on its foundations again. The joys of arts, she thought wryly.
She turned to the computer again, ignoring the date on the monitor, and started doing a security check on the network. It actually had quite a good firewall, custom made, she concluded surprised, and updated regularly. Hmm, not bad. Not bad at all.
She started programming some extra around the rough edges, added a new barrier to the less used gateways and portals she knew were popular with hackers, but that was all it needed. She wondered who had designed it.
Sitting there, she started thinking of her old computer work, of her old life. She'd always made her money with her computer, had always instinctively known how to deal with anything digital. She could not resist checking on her old accounts; maybe she could save some of them.
They were all taken over by an external source, she discovered sadly. Carefully, she navigated through the newly programmed data. This was not protection software she was avoiding so carefully, it was
detection
software, designed to detect anything that tried to access the accounts. She frowned; they were still looking for her.