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He didn’t. The only thing he wanted was out of this room before he became comatose from boredom. Earlier, he’d tried to make them realize that stopping the Akurns was more important than finding the sisters. He was outvoted. Everyone insisted finding the sisters was the best way to stop the Akurns.
He was used to doing things on his own, and this wasn’t any different. With a slight bow of respect to the co-regents, he went to his mother and gave her a light kiss on the top of her head.
She murmured for him to be careful as he left without a word.
Are you all right?
He expected Raiden’s mental communication.
Of course. I’m just not going to listen to this bullshit one more second. You know as well as I do that finding those other sisters won’t stop the Akurns.
Raiden didn’t agree or disagree. I’m concerned it’s been too long since you’ve taken care of your personal needs.
Trust his older brother to be blunt as hell.
Nothing to worry about. I brought a supply of blood bags with me. No reason to indulge in the local cuisine. The mere thought of fresh, warm blood from a host made his mouth water. He doubted the citizens of Azadi would feel the same way.
What are your plans?
As Raiden asked, Edinni’s voice broke in and asked his brother if he had heard from their middle brother Michael.
It always amused him that Raiden could speak in multiple conversations, either mentally or physically. All without skipping a beat.
I’m going to pay a visit to FarDeep Base. I’m sure there are some folks there who will be more than happy to help us stop the Akurns. Of course, it would mean Zamush’d have to enthrall and control them as he took their blood. He’d also have access to their recent memories. Ah, well. The sacrifices one had to make…
I’m headed to our villa here to gather some equipment before I head out. Zamush passed through the open doorway of the city’s massive temple used by the co-regents to run their city. Standing at the top of the stairs, he put his hands on his hips and surveyed the dim lighting of the hidden city of Azadi nestled under Earth’s moon. He took a deep breath and headed down the marble stairs.
One of the best things about the hidden city of Azadi was its total lack of sunlight. For the first time in his life, Zamush didn’t have to worry about being caught outside in the middle of the day. While his past actions might’ve been the basis for much of the vampire lore throughout human history, bursting into ash or twinkling glitter in the sunshine wasn’t one of them. Whenever any of his exposed skin was touched by the rays of the sun, he broke out in red, patchy, itchy blisters that hurt like a muther. To make matters worse, he’d suffer for days until his skin scaled or scabbed over. While steroid pills or creams helped, with his unusual metabolism, it was as effective as putting a bandage on a hacked off limb.
Strolling down the softly lit main drag of the underground moon city, he enjoyed the exotic sights.
Hover vehicles lazily floated by, while droids or animals pulled two-seated carriages.
The domesticated animals reminded him of gazelles with a lion’s mane.
They sported four pointed ears across the top of their heads, slick skin like a dolphin’s, while their skinny tails ended in pointed barbs.
As for the people passing him on the busy sidewalk, they appeared to be a cheerful bunch. All smiles and warm nods.
While his dual-color turquoise-gold eyes were more the norm here than on Earth, the seemingly carefree demeanors bugged the shit out of him. No one was that happy all the time.
A flash of shiny dark red slipped around a corner ahead of him.
Wait, what did he just see? He stopped.
Several people behind him dodged his motionless form with murmurs of “excuse me”.
Which annoyed him since he caused the gridlock. Sidestepping close to the nearest adobe two-story building, he followed the strangely dressed woman. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear it was Jena or Julienne. But that couldn’t be. First, neither one of them would tear themselves away from his brothers ever since they bonded. And it couldn’t be the newest sister... Jordyn? Doubtful, since Michael was still looking for her.
There, just around the corner, another splash of red. Making sure he didn’t call attention to himself, he followed her and the midnight-red, formfitting, one-piece suit she wore. Damn, that woman’s mode of dress stood out, begging for attention. Instead of the long tunics and pantaloon pants the people on Azadi wore, her outfit was more of a formfitting shiny suit best suited for a professional gymnast.
Or Catwoman.
He lurched after her. The fabric of his cape swirled around his knee-high boots. Staying close to the wall, he followed her down the narrow alleyway. With a smirk, he kept close to the building as she ambled down the confined alley as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Why was she going down a claustrophobic, uninhabited walkway so dark a normal human couldn’t see what was in front of them? Good thing he wasn’t a normal human.
Just ahead, she turned a corner and was out of sight.
