LotS/TB Crossover: Blood Ties Pt 10 (Cara/Kahlan)
Title: Blood Ties
Part: Ten
Pariing: Kahlan/Cara
Rating: R
Count: 4811
Disclaimer: Blah blah blah nothing belongs to me blah blah blah. [/Pam's voice]
Summary: Cara's a vamp. Kahlan's a... *shifty eyes* human. They meet. Stuff happens. I hate writing out summaries.
A/N: I'd like to give a big, wet, sloppy thanks to huffstodt for the general pain in my ass help she's been. Thank you, my dearest Homeslice.
Cara leaned her head back against the tree.
“It’s a beautiful day,” Kahlan told her lazily from her reclined position between the vampire’s legs, her sundress fanned out around them.
Cara squinted her eyes. “It’s bright.”
She could hear the smile in Kahlan’s voice. “It is. Your eyes will adjust.” She placed a hand on top of Cara’s where they rested on the brunette’s stomach.
Cara took in the sun-hazed forest surrounding them. “I don’t suppose you have a pair of sunglasses on you?”
Kahlan chuckled. “’Fraid not.”
Cara nodded once. “Didn’t think so.”
Kahlan lightly ran her fingertips along Cara’s arm, barely touching, but Cara still seemed to feel it everywhere. She rested her chin on Kahlan’s shoulder.
“I want to stay here forever.”
Kahlan smiled gently. Her other hand --the one not currently sending goosebumps up and down Cara’s skin-- reached back to hold the side of Cara’s head.
“Me too.”
“Can we?”
Kahlan breathed in deeply and stopped her stroking to thread her fingers with Cara’s. “I‘m not sure,” she murmured. “We can try?”
They sat there in silence for a while. Kahlan leaned the side of her head against Cara’s. “You haven’t fed, have you?” Cara held Kahlan tighter to her.
“No.”
Kahlan gave an understanding nod.
More moments passed. Cara turned her head to place a soft kiss on Kahlan’s neck. “There’s something I need to tell you,” she whispered.
“I already know,” came the quiet reply.
Cara’s tongue peaked out to taste at Kahlan’s warm skin. Just a small taste. “Do you?” She felt fingers tangle in her hair.
“I do.”
Cara closed her eyes and continued to nuzzle the side of Kahlan’s neck. “This isn’t real, is it?” She felt Kahlan swallow and Cara grazed the skin beneath her lips with the sharp point of her canine.
“What gave you that idea?” Kahlan asked playfully, grinning. Her voice had taken on a breathy quality to it, one that sent a shiver up Cara’s spine. “Is it the fact that you’re sitting in the sun?”
“No.” Cara nipped at Kahlan’s throat. “Well…” she lifted her head, her brows furrowed. “Yeah. There is that. But…” She went back to kissing Kahlan’s neck, moving down to her shoulder and back up.
“But what?” Kahlan fisted Cara’s hair a little more urgently.
“If this were real…” Cara sucked on Kahlan’s pulse. “There’s no way you could know how I feel about you.”
“And why is that?” Kahlan groaned, pressing her back a little more fully against Cara.
Cara reached down with a hand to pull at the lower half of Kahlan’s dress, exposing Kahlan’s long legs, inch by slow inch. “I couldn’t tell you,” she breathed, placing delicate kisses along Kahlan‘s jawline before moving back down.
“But you show me.” Kahlan tilted her head, offering more of her neck to the vampire. When her dress was bunched up around Kahlan‘s upper thighs, Cara slipped a hand beneath it, palming the heat there.
“What if that’s not enough?”
“What if it is?” Kahlan asked, rolling her hips against Cara’s hand.
“If it is…” Cara brought her other hand to cup Kahlan’s breast. “Then why do I feel like this? Why do I feel like I’ve--”
“You--” Kahlan swallowed, moaning softly as she slowly writhed against Cara. “You didn’t… fail… anyone… Certainly not… me…”
Cara slid her eyes closed. She didn’t believe that. But this place was too beautiful, Kahlan felt too good in her arms and she didn’t want to argue.
Suddenly, an all-consuming urge to sink her fangs into Kahlan came over her. Nothing seemed so important than feeding from Kahlan right now. Cara fought it, though. Her whole body tightened and her hands on Kahlan became more forceful. She tried to concentrate on anything else. Anything but that. She didn’t want to ruin this moment.
“It’s okay.”
Cara’s eyes snapped open. Only to realize it was too late. She was already drinking from Kahlan. She didn’t even remember biting her.
“It’s okay,” Kahlan repeated, holding Cara against her neck. “Cara…”
Kahlan moaning her name sounded like a prayer. One Cara wanted --needed-- to answer. She dug her teeth harder into Kahlan’s flesh, her hand between Kahlan’s legs rubbing more insistently on the bundle of nerves through the wet material of Kahlan’s panties.
Faintly, Cara noticed smoke surrounding them. Or maybe that was just dust and pollen lit by the ever-brightening sun.
Kahlan continued to writhe, chanting Cara’s name over and over again.
No, Cara realized. It was smoke. And it was rising from her own flesh. Without removing her mouth from Kahlan, her eyes watched as her skin split and cracked, smoldering. Flakes of ash flittering away. She wondered briefly why it didn’t hurt.
“Cara,” Kahlan groaned deeply and Cara could feel she was close and that it was too soon. She needed this to last; forever and longer, if possible. She wanted to slow down but couldn’t. By the way her skin turned a fiery red and then grey and black, Cara knew she’d be nothing but a pile of embers soon.
“Cara…” Kahlan jerked in her arms and despite the need to slow down and draw this out, Cara redoubled her efforts between Kahlan‘s legs.
Just a little longer, Cara’s mind pleaded.
“Cara…”
Please.
“Cara…”
“CARA!”
Cara’s eyes shot opened, frantically darting around. It was still dark, though not for much longer she could tell. She was still chained to the tree, her skin burning from the silver. Finally, she looked up to see who had been calling her name.
“Denna?”
Denna through her arms up in the air, beyond irritated at this point. “For fuck’s sakes, I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes.” Actually it was probably only one, but that wasn’t the point.
Cara frowned. “What are you doing here?”
Denna huffed and kneeled down to start the painful process of removing the silver wrapped around the vampire. “I was on my way towards home when I almost hit the car.” She pointed at the wrecked vehicle in the middle of the street. “I saw movement over here and thought someone was hurt.”
Cara raised an eyebrow. Denna didn’t strike her as the helping-strangers-on-the-side-of-the-road type, but she didn‘t say anything.
Denna removed the last chain wrapped around Cara’s legs. “So of course, imagine my surprise when I see it’s you,” she went on sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “I was about to start kicking you. I thought you were dead. Well… deader,” she amended. Cara opened her mouth to reply but Denna cut her off. “And after the last couple of days, there was no way in hell I was gonna let those two free before you.”
Cara looked over to Hally and Rikka, remembering that they were there. They had stopped struggling it seemed and now they just looked a cross between annoyed and bored.
“Are you two okay?”
“Is she always like this?” Hally asked Cara but kept her blank stare on Denna.
“Honey, I’d watch that tone if I were you, because,” Denna pointed a finger at herself. “Not allergic to silver. I will leave your ass there.”
Hally sneered at her. Cara sighed at the two of them.
“We don’t have time for this. The sun’ll be up soon.” Once freed, Cara stood. The marks from the silver were slow to heal since Cara hadn’t fed all night, but that was the least of her problems. They needed to get away from the upcoming sunrise and then Cara needed to come up with a plan to get Kahlan back. Cara still didn’t understand what Nicci had planned. The confessor power in Kahlan was still locked away and should be useless to Nicci. But that certainly didn’t offer any comfort to Cara.
Scanning the tree line and noticing the first inkling of amber lighting the sky in the distance, Cara removed her jacket. “Help Rikka. I’ll get Hally,” she instructed a very reluctant Denna. But thankfully, Denna moved to do so without any argument. Cara used the material of her jacket to remove the silver around Hally. “We’re going to have to sleep in the ground. There’s nowhere near enough for us.”
“Where’s Kahlan?” Denna asked once Rikka was freed.
Cara paused a moment and said nothing while she continued working on Hally’s chains.
“Cara?”
Once she was done, Cara and Hally stood. “Start digging,” she told the other vampires, who didn’t need to be told twice. Cara turned back to Denna. “Nicci has her.”
“What?!” Denna shouted. “How?”
“It’s a long story,” Cara said, already turning away to start digging out a place to sleep for the day. “One I really do not have time for right now.” She stopped and glanced back at Denna. “I’ll get her back.”
“And just how do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t--” Cara paused in her digging. “I don’t know, yet.” She turned back to Denna, determination in her eyes. “I’ll figure it out. Go home, Denna. Kahlan would want you safe.”
“Fuck that,” Denna scoffed. “And while I’m at it: fuck you. If you think for one second I’m just gonna go home, sit there and hope for the best while my friend is in the hands of that psycho, you are out of your ever-loving mind.”
“Denna--”
“No,” Denna cut her off with a wave of her hand, not budging an inch. “I will be here when the sun goes down, waiting for you.”
Cara sighed irritably. She had the feeling that even if she did have the time to argue, it wouldn’t make a difference. “Denna, I--”
“Waiting. Right. Here.” She repeated with absolute resolve, pointing to the ground where she stood.
“No, it‘s…” Cara laid down in the dirt before staring back uncomfortably at Denna. “I just wanted to say… Thank you.”
Denna’s face softened just a fraction and nodded once in return.
~*~*~
Slowly, she peeled open her eyes.
Kahlan half-expected a dungeon of some sort or maybe even a basement. Certainly not a comfortable bedroom. There was a four-poster bed in the center of the room with more pillows piled on it then any one person could possibly need. A desk on one side of the room, a long dresser on the other. A door that was opened to reveal a bathroom. Even the chair Kahlan had been placed in was comfortable, and one she was grateful for not being tied to.
Kahlan forced herself up on shaky legs, giving herself a slight case of vertigo, which thankfully passed after only a short moment. There was a mirror above the dresser and looking into it, she noticed her head wound had been cleaned and bandaged. She knew it would be pointless, but went for the door. Just as she expected, it was locked. Next Kahlan tried the windows. They were nailed shut with bars crossing vertically on the outside. It was useless, but Kahlan could not just sit here and wait for whatever they had planned for her. She checked the room. Every drawer, the closet, the bathroom. Nothing that could be used as a weapon, nothing she could use to pick the lock on the door.
Frustrated, she sat back down in the chair… and sulked.
Kahlan thought back to the dream. The one she had been having before regaining consciousness. It had felt so real; lying in Cara’s arms in a sunlit forest. Kahlan could have sworn she felt the warmth on her skin as sunlight filtered through the trees. The way Cara touched her, had kissed and tasted her. Kahlan remembered trying to comfort her vampire.
Perhaps, in a way, it was real. Perhaps Kahlan was feeling, through their connection, everything Cara was feeling. She knew the vampire was blaming herself, and it broke Kahlan’s heart. And now… now, in just a few short minutes, Kahlan will never be able to tell Cara everything she needed to.
Kahlan felt the hot, stinging signs of tears filling her eyes. Her body slumped down. With the realization that soon Cara would be gone from the world, Kahlan no longer cared what was going to happen to her.
“Cara…” she whispered to the empty room. “I’m sorry. I wish--”
The door opened. A vampire Kahlan didn’t recognize walked in; long light brown hair spilling over her shoulders and bright blue eyes. But what Kahlan noticed most was that the vampire’s face showed a, no doubt deceitful, look of innocence.
All Kahlan could think of at that moment was ripping the woman’s head off.
A part of her wanted to rub at her eyes and straighten up, not let these monsters see her looking so weak and pathetic, but Kahlan just couldn’t bring herself to care right now. The vampire looked at her once, pausing, before walking to the desk.
“I imagine you’re not going to bother, but I suggest you eat this,” Dahlia set the plate of food down. Her voice void of any emotion. “You’re going to need it.”
“Fuck you,” Kahlan could only mutter. She hated how she couldn’t even summon the strength to sound like she meant it.
Dahlia shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Kahlan refused to look at the vampire as she walked back to the door and paused again, but she could feel those eyes watching her.
“Is it true?” Dahlia canted her head at Kahlan. “Can you really feel her?” When she didn’t receive an answer, Dahlia lowered her gaze and seemed to struggle with something. “I… I never wanted this to happen to Cara…” She trailed off as if she wanted to say more, but didn’t. Or couldn’t.
“What do you care?” Kahlan bitterly asked.
Dahlia’s face remained neutral and a long silence filled the room as Dahlia studied Kahlan. “I care more than Cara deserves,” she answered plainly.
Anger flared in Kahlan and she gripped the chair arms to keep from lunging at the vampire. “How dare you…” she hissed. “I don’t know you but I’m damn sure you have no right to judge--”
“I know you think you know Cara. That because of your little bond and because you’ve spent all of about five minutes with her, you know the true Cara Mason. Well, let me tell you, from personal experience… You don’t know shit. And you certainly don‘t know me.”
And with that, Dahlia left the room, closing and locking the door. But that didn’t stop Kahlan from jumping up and hurling the chair in the direction of where Dahlia had stood, only to have it bounce off the door and fall ineffectively to the floor. She wanted to scream and sob and kick at the walls.
Instead, Kahlan fell heavily on the floor, leaning back against the bed and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
It couldn’t end like this. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It couldn’t be over, not this soon. Would she feel it? Will she feel the agony Cara will feel when the sun rises and Cara is burned into nothing more than dust? The image of the charred remains of her lover seared itself into Kahlan’s mind and made her heart physically and emotionally hurt.
Through the split in the curtains of the window, Kahlan saw the first inklings of light form on the horizon, and silently wept. She reached out to Cara through the connection between them, hoping Cara would feel everything Kahlan wanted to say but would never have the chance to again.
~*~*~
“You look like Hell.”
“Not now, Berdine.” Cara brushed past the taller vampire to the fridge behind the bar of the upstairs lounge. She pulled out a bottle of Tru Blood, grimacing as she downed the entire contents in one huge gulp. Berdine waited patiently, and not a little amused, as Cara pulled another bottle out, downing it as well.
“Nicci has Kahlan,” Cara said as she worked on her third bottle. Berdine nodded.
“I figured.”
“You figured?” Denna stared at Berdine. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Berdine blinked at her. “I’m sorry and you are…?”
Cara finished her bottle, feeling only slightly better. She waved a hand between the other two. “Berdine, Denna. Denna, Berdine,” she introduced quickly. “Exchange pleasantries later. Right now, let’s just focus on the matter at hand: Kahlan. And whatever fucked-up, evil-villain scheme Nicci has for her.”
“Cara,” Berdine sighed and leaned on the bar. “What exactly are we supposed to do? First of all, we don’t even know where she is--”
“I do,” Cara muttered. She could feel Kahlan, knew exactly where she was. Knew exactly what Kahlan was feeling.
“Okay,” Berdine nodded and didn’t ask for Cara to elaborate. “But we can’t exactly just waltz in and get her. Wherever she is, Nicci will have it heavily guarded. Not to mention there’s the matter of Nicci herself.”
Denna glared incredulously at the two of them. “You’re kidding me, right? What kind of lame-ass vampires are you?”
“The smart kind,” Berdine answered dryly. “Nicci would rip every single one of us apart. Even without her minions.”
Denna snorted. “Please. I met the bitch. Other than a serious lack in eyeliner moderation, I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“Trust me, it’s a very big deal,” Berdine said irritably. “None of us stand a chance in Hell against her--”
“Well, maybe you don’t,” Denna argued. “But I do. I could go in during the day. While you vamps are all napping away in your safe little coffins or whatever it is you do--”
“You think she doesn’t have humans working for her?” Berdine gave a short humorous laugh. “Nicci may be a few pints short of a blood bank but she’s not stupid. She’s got hundreds of humans at her disposal. All of them, I can assure you, carrying really big guns. What are you going to do? Argue with them pointlessly till they turn the guns on themselves? ‘Cause ya know, we might actually stand a chance if you‘re willing to try.” Berdine smiled mockingly at Denna.
“That or you could nag at them condescendingly until they hand over Kahlan just to shut you up, you annoying bitch.” Denna returned Berdine’s smile.
“‘Annoying bitch’? You’re a dimwitted whore.”
“And you’re just a coward.”
“Jackass.”
“Skank.”
“Imbecile.”
“Asshat.”
Berdine tilted her head, giving Denna a thoughtful once-over.
“I like you,” she said after a moment.
Denna lifted her chin, smirked and nodded in agreement.
Meanwhile, Cara had tuned them both out. Her mind was racing through any possibility or plan that they could use. So far, everything she came up with would only end badly.
The stairwell door opened, revealing Raina.
“Hate to break up this little brain trust thing you’ve all got going but,” she looked to Cara, “There’s this weird old guy who wants to see you.”
Cara furrowed her brows, frowning deeply at first Berdine, then Denna, before following Raina down the stairs. The others following a second later.
Berdine turned to Denna.
“What’s an asshat?”
~*~*~
“Zedd.” Cara was only mildly surprised, entering into the empty main club area. “I should’ve known. You’re the only ‘weird old guy’ I know.”
“Ah,” Zedd smiled at Raina. “Still got the touch, I see.”
Cara moved to stand in front of the tall wizard, who thankfully opted to leave the bathrobe at home and instead wore a long brown and green coat, tied at the waist. Cara hoped he was wearing something underneath. “How did you find me?”
Zedd actually looked offended. “I am not completely powerless, you know. Still have a few tricks up my sleeves,” he answered with a wiggle of his bushy eyebrows.
Denna, who stood back with Berdine and Raina, snorted. “Yeah, that’s not creepy at all,” she said, sarcastically. Zedd grinned at her.
Cara crossed her arms and canted her hips. “Okay. Then… why?”
Mirth immediately drain from his thin face. “Yes, well… After you left, I started digging around and found some rather… unsettling information. It would seem…” he hesitated.
“What?”
Zedd continued warily, “It seems that I may have spoken too soon. When you asked me if another way to unlock the Confessor power within Kahlan was possible.”
He shuffled back nervously, as if Cara may hit him. The look in Cara’s eyes suggested he may be right. Especially with the way her fists were now clenching and unclenching at her sides.
“You’re saying…” Cara grounded out slowly. “That it is possible?” She stepped forward and Zedd stepped back. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Cara, I didn’t know,” the wizard cautiously explained. “If I had, believe me, I would have told you--”
“Isn’t it your job to know? Didn’t you promise to keep the line of Confessors safe?”
“It’s been two-thousand years. After all this time I didn’t think anyone would even know about them,” Zedd tried to defend himself. “I may have… relaxed… a bit. Foolishly, I admit.”
“Well, that’s just great!” Cara shouted. “Meanwhile, while you were jerking off with your chickens, someone was figuring out a way to restore a Confessor so they could, oh, I dunno, doom us all!”
“Hey! I was not… ‘jerking off with my chickens‘, as you so eloquently put it. I was--” Zedd stopped abruptly as a thought hit him. “Where’s Kahlan?”
Cara sighed, her anger pushed aside at her lover’s name and replaced with resignation. “Nicci has her.”
Zedd’s face dropped. “Oh, dear.” Slowly, he fell heavily into a nearby chair, his eyes wide and staring at nothing.
“Yeah.” Cara turned to Berdine, Raina and Denna standing quietly behind them before looking back at Zedd. “I guess we both failed in our promises.” Zedd lowered his head, ashamed and Cara relented a bit. None of this was Zedd’s fault, she knew. She just needed a target for her anger.
“Maybe,” he looked back at Cara, a tiny sliver of hope in his eyes. “Maybe Nicci doesn’t know?”
“Of course Nicci knows,” Cara sighed. She ran a hand through her hair. “She wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble if she didn’t.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Zedd replied thoughtfully.
“How?” Cara asked. “If not by you then how is someone able to unlock the confessor power?”
“Oh, my dear, it requires powerful magic,” Zedd answered gravely.
Cara stared at him. Then blinked twice. “Could you… be a little more specific?”
“Hm?” He canted his head at her, confused. Then realization dawned. “Oh, yes. There is a spell, but it must be performed by someone extremely gifted in magic. I don’t even know if anyone still around is even capable of such a spell.”
“Well, obviously there is or Nicci would’ve gone through all this for nothing. And that‘s not exactly her style.”
“Yes, well…” Zedd nodded. “However, even if there is, all is not completely lost.”
Cara raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” She asked suspiciously.
“The spell must be performed only on a new moon, which will give us time. I doubt very much Nicci will bring harm to Kahlan until then.”
Cara narrowed her eyes. “How much time?”
Zedd hesitated again, so Berdine spoke up from behind Cara.
“Three days,” she said bluntly.
“Three days?!” Cara exclaimed, she glanced back at Berdine before turning back to Zedd. “What the hell are we supposed to do in three fucking days?”
“I might be able to help. If I can get close enough to the ritual itself, I may be able to stop it,” Zedd explained. “I could cast a spell of protection around Kahlan, prevent the magic from touching her.”
“And how are you going to do that? Your magic is gone.”
Zedd’s lips curled up slightly. “I may not possess it, but my magic is far from gone. It is simply locked away in a descendant of mine. I merely have to take it back.” He smiled, quite pleased with himself. Cara, however, did not share in his enthusiasm.
“We have three days, Zedd. That’s not enough time to search for your little walking human safe.”
“Ah!” The wizard slapped the tops of his thighs with both hands and stood with a big grin. “My dear, there is no need to search. You honestly think I wouldn’t have the foresight to keep tabs on the one who holds my magic?” He chuckled.
“Fine,” Cara sighed, annoyed, and rolled her eyes. “Let‘s go get this descendant of yours.”
~*~*~
Kahlan had waited.
The day passed eternally slow as she sat in this room and waited to feel Cara’s existence come to an excruciating end at the sun’s (and Nicci’s, she bitterly added) hands. There was no doubt in her mind that Kahlan would feel it. Even without concentrating, there were times when she could feel Cara’s anger, or frustration; even her joy (as rare as it was) or concern. So Kahlan knew she would inevitably feel the life, such as it were, slip from Cara. Leaving Kahlan with an emptiness as the bond itself slipped away with the vampire as well. She had braced herself, even knowing that it wouldn’t help, and waited.
So as the sun continued to rise outside the windows of this prison Kahlan was locked in and still she felt the reassuring presence of Cara, Kahlan had become very confused. Then, when the sun reached its highest peak, relief began to worm itself into her.
Cara was safe. She instinctively knew it. Kahlan had no idea how, or what, or why but her vampire was safe.
“I guess I shouldn’t doubt you,” Kahlan whispered, with a small but grateful smile. “If anyone can get themselves out of a situation like that, it would be you.”
Kahlan had stared out the window well into the evening, the reprieve forcing her to realize just how drained she was. But even though her eyelids felt heavier and heavier as time passed, she continued to talk to a phantom Cara.
“I know you’ll be beating yourself up over this… and I wish you wouldn’t. You’ll figure something out.” Kahlan rested her head back against the bed. “You’ll come crashing through the doors all knight-in-shining-armor-like and save the day. A white knight saving the fair maiden.” She chuckled at the mental image, as well as how Cara would react to Kahlan suggesting such a thing. Probably with an eye roll and an indignant huff, telling Kahlan that‘s the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to her; probably go out and do something extra evil just to prove to Kahlan how much a blood-sucking fiend Cara truly was.
“You won’t think it’s so ridiculous when your damsel-in-distress is thanking you afterwards,” Kahlan added with a smirk, her eyes closing against her will.
Kahlan had no idea how long she had been asleep when she was jolted awake. It was now dark outside but without a clock, she had no idea for how long. Her eyes scanned the room but saw nothing out of place nor was anyone in there with her. But something had awoken her and it took a moment for Kahlan to realize it wasn’t a sound or movement but something else entirely. Something that filled her chest with a warmth and elation that could only be one thing.
Cara.
Cara was reaching out to Kahlan, letting Kahlan know that the vampire was alright. Even without words, Kahlan could hear everything Cara was saying; that she would come for her, that she wouldn’t rest until Kahlan was safe once again in her arms.
“I told you.” Kahlan sniffled, her hand wiping at her watery eyes, smiling the whole time. “My hero.”
~*~*~
“That’s your descendant?”
Zedd paused at Cara’s incredulous tone. “Yes. Why? What’s wrong with him?” He looked back to the man who had just stepped out of the truck and was now staring back at Zedd and Cara. He seemed like a perfectly fine young man to Zedd.
“Seriously?” She threw her hands up before crossing them across her chest. “This has got to be some kind of joke,” she said to no one in particular.
Richard tilted his head like a lost puppy at the two of them. “Have we met before?” he asked Cara.
Cara glared at him. “You could say that.” Richard continued to stare at her, waiting for her to explain. Cara was not in the mood. “Nevermind,” she sighed and looked back to Zedd. “Can we get on with this?” she asked impatiently.
“Who are you people?” Richard asked them. “And why are you standing in front of my house?” Zedd stepped up to him with a fatherly smile on his face.
“My boy, I am Zedd and this is Cara,” he looked back at the surly vampire, who rolled her eyes. Zedd turned back and lifted the bag in his hand, showing it to Richard. “And I’m afraid, we need your help.”
NEXT!
Er... yeah. Richie's back. I'm sorry? But not really. I've decided to give him a chance to redeem himself, cuz I'm... contradictory that way. *grin*