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The blinds and curtains in the guestroom were completely drawn. Lucien was resting on the bed, laying in Kaitlin's arms as she still stroked his hair and shoulders.
Kaitlin knew it must have been daylight by now. It didn't matter; even in his death-like stupor, she didn't want Lucien to be left alone. As sympathetic as she was to Lucien, she couldn't deny her growing hatred to Mariam Simone. Mariam Simone may have been a centuries-old vampire, which many use to explain her madness; but then, so was Lucien, and he gave new meaning to the word sanity.
It didn't matter. Either way, Mariam Simone was going to pay for all the suffering she caused Lucien. Four and a half centuries is too long for anyone to be in misery, and Kaitlin would be the one to help Lucien in any way she can to change that.
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"So, how did you sleep?" Jane asked Kaitlin.
Kaitlin shook her head. "I didn't. Lucien and I spent most of the night talking, and now he's resting."
Jane frowned worriedly. "How is he? I mean, whatever happened to him really got him devestated."
"Yes, and with good reason." Kaitlin told Jane about Lucien's incident with Mariam.
"Oh, you're kidding!" Jane gasped. "The poor guy! He must be in a great deal of shock!"
"That's putting it mildly." Kaitlin stared at Jane's tote bag. "What is it you have in there?"
"Battle supplies," Jane said as she opened her bag.
"What?"
"These are the stuff we ned to fight against Mariam, and my dear friend, I call them that because we're going to be in a battle we'll never forget."
Kaitlin nodded, knowing that Jane had a point.
"So, I see you have everything we need," Lucien's voice said as he stepped into the room.
"Yeah." Her voice contained a note of concern. "Kaitlin told me what happened. How are you holding up?"
Lucien shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."
Jane watched as Kaitlin gave Lucien a worried glance as she squeezed his hand. He appeared to know what he was thinking because he told her, "I'll be alright."
"I hope so," Kaitlin said.
"I have to be. We have to destroy her--tonight."
"I know," Jane said, holding up a crucifix. "I just have a question, but you probably already know what it is."
Lucien nodded. "How can I tolerate the sight of the crucifix, and she can't?"
"Yes."
"Very simple. In my mortal years, and still, to this day, I have my Catholic-Christian beliefs. After the first time she disappeared on me, I had found out that not only did she despise my belief, she was believed to be a witch."
Jane arched an eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Since I'm a believer, my faith protects me. Since she despises my belief, it will only grant her destruction."
Kaitlin nodded. "I suppose it makes sense." She hesitated. "How will we do this?"
"She sent me a dream," Lucien said. "She wants the three of us to meet her in a house twenty minutes south outside of town."
The two women gave him a curious glance.
"Yes, she does have that capability," Lucien said.
Jane shuddered. "This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute."
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