Germaine Street - Chapter Three

The clattering of the trash cans snapped L’leth out of her slumber. After her eyes adapted to the tiny amount of light in the casket, she noticed the scribbled mistive in her husband’s hand:

At the pixie palace, come over when you’re up.

D. xxx

L’leth yawned, pushed the casket lid aside and stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes she reached for her phone and selected the selfie cam and surveyed her features.

“Girl,” she addressed the image of herself in the screen “you could use a couple more hours”

Again there were noises at the back of the house, L’leth gritted her teeth, “damn those Rirsen triplets”; she’d have to talk to Kitty about them, but not before she put the fear of, well, L’leth, into them.

Mounting the stairs that led from the basement to the kitchen, L’leth was tempted to stomp but remembered that “a vampire without style might as well be a zombie or, worse, a Moroi” (she mentally thanked her mother for that observation) and slowed her pace to maintain the glide she customarily used as a default gait.

The fridge briefly held her attention and L’leth contemplated if breakfast might be in order, there was at least a quart of whitetail freshdrain that Kitty had sent over with lil Abby the night before, unless Darius had had it already. Such a good girl, long may she continue to be, L’leth thought, her older brothers, at least the three identical ones, on the other hand…

More thumping and crashing sounded. “Right!” L’leth snapped into her game face and glided to the door.

“Boys!” L’leth began, only for the rest of her planned address to become a startled shriek as a chicken flew across her line of sight followed by a milky pale blur. L’leth hadn’t been aware that chickens could fly, nor did she think she would ever need to catch her breath, tonight was certainly full of learning opportunities.

Including, it occurred to L’leth, the opportunity to learn just what the hell was pursuing the airborne egg factory. Both participants of that chase, she noted, were nowhere to be seen, not even for her naturally dark adapted eyes. L’leth mentally appologised to the triplets, this time, and turned back to the kitchen.

The freshdrain was mostly unconsumed; this didn’t surprise her, Darius was never a fan of deer, preferring to rely on the selections found in their weekly Haemocrate subscription boxes. “Psh, more for me then” L’leth shrugged while filling the heating cylinder with the deer blood.

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“Yeah, I do not know what that was but it gave me the shock of my existence Kitty” L’leth rested her chin on her hand and stared at the Rirsen matriarch, “you remember that weird light we saw when we were down in NOLA for your bachelorette weekend?”

“Damn, I’d forgotten that” Kitty shuddered at the memory.

“So, like that...but...not?”

“Well, I mean, we’d all dropped pretty significant quantities of acid and unless you did that for old time’s sake…”

“Yeah, no...although, that isn’t the worst idea...stick a pin in that” L’leth yawned “speaking of time though, what time you got?”

Kitty glanced at her phone “9:43”

“Yeah, I should go check on Darius” L’leth stood up and held her arms wide beckoning Kitty to come closer.

“Give him my love” Kitty murmured as she hugged her former maid of honor, “or at least my acknowledgement of his existence” L’leth’s gasp causing her to add “kidding, kidding. In any case, I should go see what Tobias and the kids are up to.”

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The door to 343 was unlocked, as L’leth expected, she knew where to find her husband but, even if she’d not, the combination of herbal smoke and stoned laughter would have led her straight to him.

None of the four noticed her standing in the parlor doorway at first. Itsuki was passed out, their four masks slumped in a pile from which surprisingly heavy snoring could be heard. PhinFlam and Darius were absorbed in the kind of in depth discussion that only a Pooka and a Vampire can have after a few hours and several bowls while Gudrun absently observed, the pipe hanging from her pale lips.

It was, in fact, Gudrun who first noticed L’leth; “Lilly!” she declared with a tone L’leth instantly knew and, before L’leth could make her way further into the room, the Huldu had wrapped herself around L’leth and imprecisely placed a kiss on her lips.

“Gudrun” declared L’leth with theatrical shock “stop trying to make this hook up happen, this hook up is not going to happen!”

L’leth allowed the silent tension to extend a little beyond the bearable, before taking the pipe from Gudrun’s fingers, the matches from the table, “least,” she struck a match and lit the remaining contents of the bowl “not till I’ve smoked a whole bunch more of this than I’m gonna tonight!”

L’leth let the laughter of the three wash over her before she leaned in and kissed Gudrun in a far less sloppy manner than the fae had managed, then turned to survey her husband. “You ready babe?”

“If I wasn’t before, I most definitely am now” Darius replied.

L’leth chuckled, “I meant to come home”

“Yeah, that too”

“C’mon” L’leth held her hand out “I think Phin and Gudrun have something to take care of and Itsuki...well...Itsuki is tapped out for the rest of the evening, let’s go home.”

Darius allowed himself to be pulled from the parlor and guided towards the door. He waited by the entrance for L’leth to close the screen for discretion’s sake. L’leth pulled her husband close. Breaking their kiss, she smiled, “been having a good night?”

Darius nodded “Yeah, better you’re awake now though. How has yours been so far?”

“Oh, do I have a story for you”.

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Chapter Four Coming Soon