my gaze. His eyes flickered around the room, watching people as if they were suspects.
‘So this Jafar is in New York right now?’
It took him a few seconds to answer as he to ok a puff on the cigarette he had just lit.
‘I'm not a hundred percent certain, but the uncanny thing is, the Book of The Dead is on loan at the New York museum now for some exhibit called, er, The Egyptian's and The Afterlife, or something.’
‘Is it really? So, the first part of the prophecy, where is that?’
Stride shifted about uncomfortably in his chair. I figured he knew where it was, but seemed reluctant to tell me.
‘It's safe. Don't worry about that now. Let's just concentrate on getting the second part okay? Or we'll never know how this story is going to end. Just promise me you will keep the Ankh out of sight, ok. They won't be after you in daylight as I have a hunch they will bide their time with this. It's just a matter of keeping yourself to yourself for now, alright?’
‘What do they want with the Ankh anyway? What are they planning on doing?’
‘They're trying to get the Ankh for their own selfish needs. It holds the power of the Ancient Gods doesn’t it? Only someone with a pure heart can use it you see, someone who has a special path in life, but I’m sure they would find a way of manipulating it. I had heard about an apocalypse, but I can't be certain on those facts right now either. The twist in the tale is, you haven't been allowed to return it yet, because written in the prophecy is your name, as the one who will avenge them. So now we’ve established someone is after it, now guess why they want it?’
I was almost too scared to say it. I picked up the bottle of beer and downed the last drop. ‘To create more vampires… I wonder if it's the Others?’
‘Others?’ Stride frowned at me and shook his head. ‘I don't know about them, but you’ve got it in one mate, and that's why I've been called. We've been searching for you since we found some information leading to your whereabouts. Now listen, stay out of sight and for fuck sake, try and act a little...Human.’
‘You know that's not going to be easy...Hey, so it was you I saw in Finland?’
‘Of course, I wanted to get to you first before they did. I owed it to someone,’ he winked
I had not even begun to question him when he gulped down the remainder of his drink and rested his hand on my shoulder.
‘Don't look for me, I know when and if I need to find you, ok?’ he said, taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. I watched him walk towards the exit until he disappeared in amongst the crowd. Now what was I meant to do. I sat alone at the table mulling over what I should do next. Night-time I was at my most vulnerable and I was slowly getting drunk, so I had no choice but to stay low in this place for a while. Still, I was so pissed I had not known about the Secret Order or whoever the fuck they were, also, he was still a bit of a mystery too. My head was all over the place and it was not because of the drink.
‘Hey!’
I heard the voice shout from across the table. I glanced up from my drink and saw a familiar face from earlier.
‘Ah! Blaze right?’ My voice began to slur and I was only on my first bottle.
‘Mind if I join you?’ he asked, handing me another drink.
‘Sure, why not, just as long as you're not a vampire hunter.’ I laughed.
‘Eh?’ he said.
‘Oh I’m sorry, bad joke. You're better off paying no attention to anything I say. I don't usually drink this stuff,’ I slurred.
‘I can’t say I'm surprised to hear that considering you didn't know what you were ordering at the bar earlier,’ he sniggered. ‘And you had Raven the waitress lusting after you. Do you know I’ve been trying to get a date with her for two months and you walk in here and she’s putty in your hands,’ he smiled.
My instinct told me
‘So this Jafar is in New York right now?’
It took him a few seconds to answer as he to ok a puff on the cigarette he had just lit.
‘I'm not a hundred percent certain, but the uncanny thing is, the Book of The Dead is on loan at the New York museum now for some exhibit called, er, The Egyptian's and The Afterlife, or something.’
‘Is it really? So, the first part of the prophecy, where is that?’
Stride shifted about uncomfortably in his chair. I figured he knew where it was, but seemed reluctant to tell me.
‘It's safe. Don't worry about that now. Let's just concentrate on getting the second part okay? Or we'll never know how this story is going to end. Just promise me you will keep the Ankh out of sight, ok. They won't be after you in daylight as I have a hunch they will bide their time with this. It's just a matter of keeping yourself to yourself for now, alright?’
‘What do they want with the Ankh anyway? What are they planning on doing?’
‘They're trying to get the Ankh for their own selfish needs. It holds the power of the Ancient Gods doesn’t it? Only someone with a pure heart can use it you see, someone who has a special path in life, but I’m sure they would find a way of manipulating it. I had heard about an apocalypse, but I can't be certain on those facts right now either. The twist in the tale is, you haven't been allowed to return it yet, because written in the prophecy is your name, as the one who will avenge them. So now we’ve established someone is after it, now guess why they want it?’
I was almost too scared to say it. I picked up the bottle of beer and downed the last drop. ‘To create more vampires… I wonder if it's the Others?’
‘Others?’ Stride frowned at me and shook his head. ‘I don't know about them, but you’ve got it in one mate, and that's why I've been called. We've been searching for you since we found some information leading to your whereabouts. Now listen, stay out of sight and for fuck sake, try and act a little...Human.’
‘You know that's not going to be easy...Hey, so it was you I saw in Finland?’
‘Of course, I wanted to get to you first before they did. I owed it to someone,’ he winked
I had not even begun to question him when he gulped down the remainder of his drink and rested his hand on my shoulder.
‘Don't look for me, I know when and if I need to find you, ok?’ he said, taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. I watched him walk towards the exit until he disappeared in amongst the crowd. Now what was I meant to do. I sat alone at the table mulling over what I should do next. Night-time I was at my most vulnerable and I was slowly getting drunk, so I had no choice but to stay low in this place for a while. Still, I was so pissed I had not known about the Secret Order or whoever the fuck they were, also, he was still a bit of a mystery too. My head was all over the place and it was not because of the drink.
‘Hey!’
I heard the voice shout from across the table. I glanced up from my drink and saw a familiar face from earlier.
‘Ah! Blaze right?’ My voice began to slur and I was only on my first bottle.
‘Mind if I join you?’ he asked, handing me another drink.
‘Sure, why not, just as long as you're not a vampire hunter.’ I laughed.
‘Eh?’ he said.
‘Oh I’m sorry, bad joke. You're better off paying no attention to anything I say. I don't usually drink this stuff,’ I slurred.
‘I can’t say I'm surprised to hear that considering you didn't know what you were ordering at the bar earlier,’ he sniggered. ‘And you had Raven the waitress lusting after you. Do you know I’ve been trying to get a date with her for two months and you walk in here and she’s putty in your hands,’ he smiled.
My instinct told me
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