Chapter 35

"We should leave now,"
"It would be advisable for us to leave at dusk,"
"Okay," Divina replied briefly. Then she walked into her room almost immediately.
Kane felt like hell. Actually, he wanted to have some rest before any other thing could happen. He picked a room at random to sleep. When he stood up, he felt freaky. His vantage point was totally different, and everything seemed to be smaller, the furniture’s, the doors, the room. Even the ceiling looked shorter.
Did he suddenly become big?
Kane tried to take a few steps, he felt like one of those circuses still-walkers: gangly loose, in danger of falling. Yes. . . he was a circus walker who had a stroke because the commands his brain gave weren't received properly by his muscles and bones. He needed to use the bathroom. On his way to the bathroom, he lurched all over the place, hanging onto drapes, the molding around windows, a dresser, and the doorjamb.
The bathroom was pitch dark. Well, some humans could be creepy.
The shutters were still down for the day, and he'd turned all the lights off when he was about taking his nap. He flipped on the lights, but the bathroom was still dark. He blinked hard, his eyes supersensitive and way more acute than they'd been before. Some moments later, his reflection came into focus like an apparition, emerging from the glare, a ghost of himself. He was. . .
Kane shut the lights and went to the shower.
A house having rooms for all members of the family humans don't recognize what they enjoy he thought. Waiting for the hot water to get running, he settled back against the cold marble and wrapped his arms around himself. The all-powerful Kane was, a strong werewolf and a rile vamp behaving like a chicken. He had an absurd need to be held at that moment. He thought of killing Blackclaw all by himself. But the thought faded as soon as it started.
He pushed the shower door and stepped inside.
Owch. The fine spray-needles going into his skin, and when he tried to soap up his arm, he felt a sharp pain. He washed his face next. Though it was cool to have stubble on his jaw for the first time in recorded history, the idea of taking a razor to his puss was utterly repellent. Could be like a drawing a cheese grater down his cheeks. He started washing his body off, being as gentle as possible. When he arrived at his privates, without thinking much of it he did what he had been doing all his life, a quick sweep under his sand and then down himself. . . that was all.
The effect was different this time. He got hard. His. . . rod got hard.
Something was just so different his rod was definitely a cock now, something a man had, something a man should have-
It came to a halt. It just stopped swelling and lengthening. The curling ache in his lower belly disappeared.
Kane rinsed the soap off himself, determined not to open the complex issue about him and sex. Even though his experience with Divina was perfect. When he got out of the shower, toweling off wasn't an option. Although it was cold as hell, he let himself air-dry. A disturbed Kane had taken a shower, shaved, and dressed in his leathers. He walked out of his room just to meet Divina outside the door.
"Was 'bout knocking,"
"I can see that,"
Kane had thought that she would do something stupid like go to Blackclaw's compound on her own or go down the basement to release Melissa. He was wrong.
Maybe she some faith in him.
"Wait, we can't just go into the compound of the Vamp Lord with bare hands,"
"You mean?"
"Weapons. Don't you have some here?" Kane looked round the house in three quick glances.
Divina rolled her eyes. And she started walking towards the basement door.
"Like Daggers, knives, guns with silver bullets-"
"Yeah, we have all that."
Divina remembered her training days with her mom. She showed her a secret room in Pa’s basement.
They walked down the basement's swarthy stairs. It was a wooden staircase which creaked its life out like it was on a wrecking verge. Each step resonated, shaking the four walls of the basement. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Divina hit the switch.
She looked round quickly.
"Where is Melissa?"
"Behind those metal barrels over there" Kane pointed.
Melissa was making her way over there when Kane held her back.
"You don't want to see this,"
Divina jerked away from his grip. He watched her disappear behind the barrels. Thirty-five seconds later she walked out inflamed, like all skin hairs were standing each apart from each other. Kane could tell. Her countenance entirely different. It was like someone else went in and another arrived. Divina's walk steps were solid and determined, her eyes- a vindictive blare. She walked over to a particular door and wrenched it open.
A large iron box sat down in the tiny room. It was locked. She used her magic to cut off the cuff and remove the locks. Silver daggers, silver knives, a crossbow, a bottle of holy water, and several bottles of wolf’s bane. On the lead of the box where two AMT AutoMag V. Below were three sets of silver bullets with six bullets per set.
Silver bullets? Wow! Kane was thrilled. It was funny how someone like him could admire what had the potency to end his life.
Kane fabricated a loud cough.
"How come you have all these?"
Divina ignored him. Took the first AutoMag, loaded the bulletin and strapped it to her left holster she repeated the same process for the second gun but this time she strapped it to her right thigh. She strapped on some knives and finished it with the enchanted sword. Divina was armed to the teeth. Kane also strapped himself up with only daggers and knives. He stayed clear off the wolf’s bane. Divina took two little bottles of wolf’s bane. She was remarkably silent, noisily malicious. Kane could tell. Before leaving the basement Kane took another look at Melissa. He reinforced the chains to still keep things in control. Divina took another look also. That was probably the last time she was going to see her.
They walked out of the house with unwavering tenacity.