Mirages:

Patrick:

A message arrives on my cell phone. It's from Kira.
"Open the door honey, I came with some friends."
I frown. I s she drunk again? I dial her cell number twice and It says it´s off or out of the service area.
I walk in through the kitchen door. I'm distracted, looking at the screen of my cell phone. I look up into the kitchen and stop dead.
Miss Bruzain is finally awake. After the...ritual two days ago, my Lord feared that we had overloaded her mind and that the girl had permanently lost consciousness. She remained sound asleep for two days. My Lord became hysterical for fear that she would never awake.
In addition, my quite active participation in the summoning ritual has generated an evident discomfort between us.
I glance at my lord's back, straighten up and smile politelly at the witch.

—Miss Bruzain.- I greet respectfully.

She rolls her eyes, turning her back on me.
Someone knocks on the Villa´s door and my Lord tenses up immediately.
Something doesn't smell right... I materialize at the door, yanking it wide open. I roar, taking a defensive stance, reflexively. My lord materializes beside me, regarding the intruders with disdain.

The witch approaches slowly, my Lord keeps her protected behind him.

There are four people standing a few steps from the door. Two tall, corpulent men, their appearance exudes evil. Kira stands, pale and I notice that her cheeks are wet with tears. One of her cheeks is redish and the lower right corner of her lip is cracked and bleeding.
I quickly scan her with my senses, she doesn't appear to have been bitten, but I really don't have her close enough to be completely sure.
Standing behind her is Jeanne, holding a gleaming dagger against Kira's bruised neck.

Crap! This was a possibility, distant, but it was a possibility. Knowing Jeanne I suspected that she could use our weaknesses against my Lord and me, having been away from Kira for almost five days I thought she would be safe... I've been an idiot.

—Release the girl, Jeanne, if you do I'll be merciful.- Alex threatens between clenched teeth.

The girl laughs, shaking her head.

— What do you think if we make an trade, Mégas? I give you your best friend's whore in exchange for the witch.

I growl, showing my fangs.
Kira doesn't even blink, she doesn't even look at me in horror, her face is expressionless, she's under compulsion.
—If you've hurt her, I'll kill you myself!- I spit, threatening Jeanne. Pulling her head off won't kill her, it'll just stop her for a while, but the idea is getting more and more appealing to me.

Jeanne smiles sweetly.

—We only hit her a little bit. Pierre and Willielmes...- she says, shaking her head in the direction of her henchmen.-...they wanted to have fun with her, but I didn't let them.
She pouts, adopting the expression of a petulant child.
—Our Mégas wouldn't have liked us to have mistreated her more... Or would he?

My lord bolts out the door and I follow, lunging at Jeanne. Her thugs get between us and the fight begins.
They're not as strong as us, nobody's older than us, but they're a lot faster. We must be careful.

Kira:

Everything seems to be so far away. It seems that I walk through the desert and the only things met by my gaze are mirages. And voices...there are voices in the wind that passes by me.

´´They're not coming to rescue you. My friends know what they're doing´´
A cold wind whispers.

´´All the women in your family are dirty whores, did you know that?"

What the...

"My grandmother died because of you."

I hear the wail in another breeze coming in the opposite direction from the first. It's Yolie's voice.

Yolie! Help me, Yolie!
I don't think she can hear me. I am lost among the immense dunes of a black sand desert. I run desperately from here to there, trying to find my way out of this place, it just never ends.

"Oh, don't worry. We weren't that bad with her", says the cold breeze mockingly.

I must escape, I'm cold. Everything is so dark and I'm cold. Help! Somebody get me out of here! Help! Anyone there? Someone rescue me, please...I sob.

"We can't lose him," the icy wind says vehemently, every time it brushes against me I feel like I'm freezing to death.
“Our Mégas is... is... essential. "
Shivering and sobbing, I drop to the ground and curl up in a ball, trying to maintain my body temperature. My hair has been filled with frost, my breath is visible every time I breathe. This desert must be a few degrees below zero.
must have died I guess and I'll be next.

A bolt of lightning lights up the sky and the desert explodes into dust. I look in surprise at the beach where I’m sitting. How did I get here? Yolie is standing about ten meters away from where I am , the girl who dresses as a boy is lying on the sand, her steamy clothes and her charred appearance are horrible.

Before my eyes the teenager heals at an impossible speed. She jumps to her feet, roars showing huge white fangs, her eyes are white, she attempts going against Yolie but is struck by lightning, again, and again and again. She groans, moans and writhes in pain on the white sand.

—Te ferai mal malheureux putain!- she yells in French.

The sand on the beach seems to vibrate under me. I look at Yolie, her appeareance scares me. Her expression is a mask of pure evil that I never thought to see on her face and her hair waves, in an unnatural way, it seems suspended in the air.
I can't take it anymore, all this is incomprehensible to me, my mind is overloaded, my vision blurs, my eyes shut, I’ve lost consciousness.