VII. Bloodlines
Rhayna sat up in the seat and began to remove her coat. Russ helped her when he saw the trouble she was having. After she was free of it, she sat back and looked at the 30 year old Russ as he sat next to her fretting over her condition. She had only meant to rid Russ of the pain that had managed to consume his life. She knew Samael’s blood in his veins would alter him, she just didn’t know how and to what effect. It had even been a shock to her that she could feed on his pain and emotion when she had always fed on sex, flesh, and blood. Feeding on pain, emotion, and negative energy was her brother’s power not hers. This was definitely a strange new development in her life – what life was left. She had nearly killed Russ as her hunger had taken her over. Feeding on his emotion and energy was all she could do to keep from doing so.
Her feeding had left Russ a younger man with a side effect that even she would not know of until it was revealed to her.
Rhayna breathed out feebly, “Well I thought something would happen…”
Russ lifted her too hot hand in his and kissed the back of it. Rhayna quickly snatched it away out of his grasp. She was still hungry and on the verge of starving to death.
Russ jumped at her reaction and sat still a moment to regard her appearance and the ravenous hunger in her eyes. He knew he should be afraid but didn’t feel it, he knew that he should put her out of the car but the idea seemed unthinkable now. She needed his help but didn’t know how or what to do. Before any help could be given, he needed an answer. Something she had said earlier baffled him.
“Little Sister, hey look at me. Why’d you call me son of Samael?” He watched her closely and waited for her response.
“His blood courses through your veins,” she spoke out of breath in an otherworldly echo that emitted from her lips with each word. Russ thought he heard two voices, a male and a female speaking through her at the same time. And what would have scared the shit out of a normal person seemed not to bother him but fascinate him.
“What?” Russ said in half a shout. “No, I know who my fucking parents are…” Rhayna cut him off and raised a hand to his protests.
“You are a descendant of Lilith and Samael, you are of their bloodline and it still runs through your body after all of this time.”
Russ chewed on this and found it a little hard to swallow. That story she told earlier, had been true and as messed up as it all sounded, his brain wouldn’t let him deny or denounce what he had just heard. He faced facts, the world’s first fucked up and dysfunctional couple was literally his goddamned ancestors. Somehow given the life he had led for the past 52 years that all made complete sense.
Rain had begun to fall again clearing the streets in front of the bars of loitering college students and drunken regulars. Through the rain, heavy fog seemed to be forming. Russ picked up the key started the car and set the Camaro to a slow roll out of the alley and on to the street. He cut the lights and backed the car up along the curb until he was about 150 ft. away from the closest bar. A thought came to him as he looked at her once more. She would die if he didn’t do something. She kept refusing the hospital and now a part of him understood why but he really wanted to help her. Before he could open his mouth to ask her what she needed two high beams shone brightly into the car from the rear before being turned off. It was the truck with the two drunken idiots. It appeared to Russ, as he watched them step out of the truck and into the rain, that they were armed with baseball bats.
The dual tone echo with its undistinguishable accent, that was now Rhayna’s voice, shook the car as she spoke.
“He is here… and so… is the end.”
She turned her gaunt face to look upon Russ’s, sat up in her seat then proceeded to open the car door and stepped out into the rain.
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