“Could this car be any older?” I asked, not hiding any of the disgust curling my lip.
“Djinn, that body you’re hitching a ride on is much older than this car,” Stormi replies with a snicker.
“Humph, you are one to talk,” I huff and stare out the window. “Where are we going anyways?” I ask as she continues to watch the scenery.
“The Peach Kiss,” Stormi replies under her breathe. Her answer made me slowly turn my head to face her. I could feel the color drain from my face as the information begins to sink in.
“Stop. The. Car. Stop the car and let me out, now!” I shout as I try to open the door.
“What the Hells are you doing?” Stormi asks alarmed by my actions. “Don’t do that,” she shouts trying to keep the door locked. The car swerves to the side of the road just as just as I manage to unlock the door and open it. I tumble to the grass as the car screeches to a halt.
“I can’t go there! I just can’t! Do you know who runs the Peach Kiss? Do you?!” I shout as I gingerly get up from the grass. My pants leg stained and ripped; my knee bloody as I star backing away her.
“Yes, I do,” Stormi replies slowly approaching me as if I was a cornered animal. I guess I am given who runs that vampire kiss. “How do you know Korbin?” she asks suspiciously. Her tone stopping me dead in my tracks. I had been pacing without knowing it. I sigh in defeat as Stormi continues to stare me down demanding an answer. And she is intimidating in her full stature at 6”1’ and broad-shouldered. Her arms fold across her chest causing her muscles to flex. Impressive woman. There is no way out of this without sharing more information than I was comfortable with.
“Is that what he is going by these days?” I ask brushing dirt and grass off of my blazer. I huff out a breathe. “When I first met him, he was the third son of Charlemagne. He slaughtered many of my kind. I don’t think he would take too kindly to me being here.”
Stormi nods, listening intently. “I completely understand what you’re saying. I wouldn’t want to see him either if I shared you two’s… history,” she rubs her chin and places her hands on her hips. “The thing is if you want to get what you need from my niece we have to go through him.”
“What?” I ask.
“Korbin has my niece. If she is the only one who can help you, then you have a choice to make, djinn. Run and keep running your whole unnatural life. Or face your demons head on. The choice is yours.” She summarizes as she strolls back to her clunker.
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