3.105 - Last Moment of Peace
I can’t help but laugh as Isaac is amused by how far he can
jump and all the new things he can smell. I’m his sire, it’s my job to make
sure he gets accustomed to the new version of him. That’s what I keep telling
myself. In reality, I’m putting off what I need to do. I need to try convincing
the other, I need to plan to run. I’m just pretending I’ll have a better chance
if Isaac, Ashley and Catalina are more accustomed to their bodies but I haven’t
spoken with any of them about running. We can’t wipe them out now, so a fight
would be pointless. We need to run and gather resources for later.
Destiny’s journal gave me some more of what she was thinking
about this place. Isis used to be her friend but after she starting getting
close to Granny she changed. Destiny knew they were up to no good, but never
had any proof, I do. Part of me feels good about validating her thoughts, but
another part is upset she was right. She could always read a situation better
than I could, especially when things didn’t add up.
“Vamp daddy,” Isaac calls for me.
“Can you not call me that?”
“Well you sired me, what else am I supposed to call you,” he
laughs.
“How about my name?”
“Too plain.”
“You’re a mess.”
“A hot mess, but I’m going to work on that,” he takes a seat
next to me in a patio chair. “What was it like when you came back?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I died, I thought they were going to weigh my
heart, or I’d see Jesus or something. I never really believed the whole
religion thing, but the way they spoke, I was sure it would happen. Instead, I
just watched a replay of my life.” He asked me a question, but doesn’t let me
talk. “I had to witness every good and bad thing I did in my life. I didn’t do
nearly as much good as I did bad. I was an asshole, to a lot of people. When we
went to New Orleans with Sampson, I was so focused on getting what I wanted
that I didn’t question anything he told me to do.”
“Hey,” I put a hand up to interrupt him. “As long as you
know what the issue was, you can fix it, most of it. What you can’t fix, learn
to live with and do something good.”
“That’s smart.”
“My mom used to say it all the time.”
“You probably didn’t have any issue coming back.”
“Nah, I had a whole trial.”
“What?”
“It was like a court trial.”
“I have so many questions.”
“Don’t bother. I don’t have any answers.”
“When are you planning to leave?”
“In the next three or four days. You want to come with me,”
I ask him.
“I wasn’t sure if I did, but after we found that shed, I
knew I would. I don’t know what I’m going to do after this, but I know I can’t
be here anymore.”
“Well, you’ve got a long time to figure it out.”
We’re not talking about anything. Isaac is looking for
things to lift, just to prove he’s stronger now. This whole moment feels out of
place. It feels like the last moment before everything descends into chaos. I’d
like to call my family, but I’m afraid they’d figure out some way to check who
I called and where they were. It could be paranoia for what I’m planning, but
I’ve seen enough to know that they’ll do whatever Granny says. I’m hoping for a
peaceful exit with a few folks following behind me, but I know that isn’t the
case.
“Hey,” Isaac calls for me, as he takes off his shoes. “Let’s
race.”
“Why are you taking your shoes off?”
“I run faster without shoes.”
“That’s insane.”
“Try it.”
“No.”
“Don’t be so stuck up. Take off your shoes and race me
around the house. Two laps.”
“Are you out of your mind?”
“Ready,” Isaac takes a runner’s stance.
“Hold up, I’ll race you.”
I take off my shoes and socks, sit them on my chair and join
Isaac in the grass. I wasn’t racing through grass in my shoes anyway. These are
the Cool Grey retro Jordan’s. Purely for style and comfort, not racing. The
grass is pricklier than I expected but still tickles my feet. I line up with
Isaac and wait for the count down.
“Ready, set,” Isaac takes off at full speed laughing.
“You didn’t say Go,” I call out before taking off after him.
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