Bloodbreeders: Seeking Others

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    “Tell us what you know of the grounds,” Jacob asked sitting across the long mahogany table from Tammy.
    “Now that he’s scared he’ll have men out as soon as the sun goes down. There’s four ways to get into the estate. Two at the back, one at the front, and one that he thinks no living being knows about, it’s hidden behind two large oak trees on the left side. It looks just like the wall, but I know exactly where it is.”
    “We could take them from the inside. They think something’s coming from the woods,” Derek said, causing everyone at the table to look at him.
    “You my friend just took the words right out of my mouth,” Jacob grinned, nodding his head toward him.
    “I wasn’t joking. I really think it would work.”
    “Derek, bro, he was giving you a complement. It’s brilliant,” Brandon added putting his hand on his back.
    “There is our plan of attack then. Now, we must know as much as you can tell us about the inside. You must be exact.” Jacob took a seat in his chair and waited.
    Johnny and Shyanna played with the little piglet on the floor while the rest of us sat and listened intently to Tammy’s every word. Jacob broke in every so often to give out instructions, and then she would go on. The main part of the plan was to keep Tanda and Johnny back on the ship with Shyanna. The rest would take both of our boats onto shore as soon as we woke. The last few hours of our precious star light that we had left was used to practice our new skills, and that we did. The blades that Jacob had given us carried an altogether different feel, one that my sore palm wielded with pride. The sky was turning its amazing purple hue when we all made our way below, everyone getting in their place of rest as soon as they walked through the doors. All except, for Jacob and myself.
     

Chapter Six
     
    A storm had hit while we slept. Jacob was standing at a window with one of the wooden slats cracked open. I knew it was early enough for the sun to be bright, yet what came through the opening which he was looking through was like that of the rising dawn, maybe darker. I walked over, but stood back fearing the memory of the story of the old man in the tunnels of London, bringing about vivid thoughts of the night that Martin had told it to me, along with the way he sat me up on the encasement of Doc Hills’ dead wife. I could almost feel his hand running down my thigh as he pulled away.
    “The sun is at our backs, it will not harm you to look out.”
    “What?” I choked.
    “You were far away just now.”
    “Oh, I was just…”
    “Are you blushing?”
    “Move over,” I replied pushing past him.
    It was the first time that my eyes had seen the wonderments of the passing day since the night Martin had changed me. My eyes began to sting the longer I stared, but I couldn’t look away. Lightning streaked through the sky, and I saw the smallest break in the clouds. The blue was hypnotic, yet poison, as I grabbed my face to the searing heat that it brought with it. Jacob pushed the slat back in place and took me to the end of the bed.
    “Let me see. Move your hands.”
    “No, I think my face melted off.”
    “Nonsense child, now let me have a look,” he said while gently pulling my hands apart.
    “Oh the god’s!” he burst out.
    “What!” I cried.
    “You are fine,” he snickered.
    “You ass, that wasn’t funny,” I smiled pushing him back.
    “Yet you already feel better. Do you not?”
    “My eyes are blurry, but my skin doesn’t burn like it did,” I replied putting my fingers lightly over my face.
    “See it is all there. A little red, but still your face is there none the less.”
    “How red?”
    “It will be gone soon enough.”
    “How red, Jacob?”
    “I never thought you to be the type of female to care for her looks. Your flesh is as ripe as a rosy red apple,” he replied raising one corner of his mouth in a sheepish grin.
    “I’m not. I’m to country to care about such

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