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PRISONER 157342: By Lori Titus

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

The Marradith Ryder Series: Bonus Story 1

Sojourner Archives: September, 1986
Time: 11:35 PM
Sojourner Detention Facility, White Sands, New Mexico, USA

Female suspect is believed to be a member of The Circle, having committed crimes under their direction. Her underworld connections have identified her as Luna. During a previous interview, she asked to be called Leny.

On the date of this interview, we are in the process of verifying her identity.

Written Transcript of Recorded Conversation Between Female Prisoner 157342 and Interrogator R312

Interrogator: You seem more rested this morning. Are you willing to talk?

Prisoner: If you’ll get me something to eat, I’ll talk. It’s been days since I ate.

(A few minutes elapse. As the guard arrives with a plate, the interrogator speaks again.)

Interrogator: Alright, what I would like to know is how you came to know Percival.

Prisoner: I have always known him. He knew my brother.

Interrogator: They were friends?

Prisoner. Yes.

Interrogator: Were you aware that Percival was a vampire when you met him?

The prisoner laughs. Well, he wasn’t a vampire when we first met.

Interrogator: How do you know?

Prisoner: He was a thin little weakling with crooked teeth and acne back then. And he was scared of the sight of blood.

Interrogator: Okay. So did you have a friendship?

Prisoner: Sort of. He admired me, but I really didn’t have much to do with him.

Interrogator: Why?

Prisoner: Because in those days, Percival was a groupie. I know it sounds odd to say, but there are humans who seek out vampires, who wanted to be turned. He was one of those.

Interrogator: Was this the reason he was friends with you?

Prisoner: He’d heard about us. He knew my brother and I were half vampire. I told him that I couldn’t help him.

Interrogator: Had you ever drank blood at that point?

Prisoner: Oh, yes. I enjoyed the drink. But I’d never killed a human by draining them. I certainly didn’t have the ability to turn anyone.

Interrogator: Are you sure about that?

Prisoner: I don’t know. Would you like to try?

Interrogator: No thanks.

The prisoner laughs. You turned green.

Interrogator: Just not my thing is all.

Prisoner: Percival found somebody that turned him. I don’t know who. There were rumors that it was Ella Mercier, an old vampire that lived just outside town. I hope for his sake that Ella did not turn him. It would have taken a special brand of desperation to bring any man to her door. I can tell you that he moved away from our block in New Orleans, and I did not see him for about ten years. I was twenty five when we met again, and at that time he was a vampire.

Interrogator: I see. So how did he pick up the relationship with you?

Prisoner: He dropped by my Aunt’s house one day when I happened to be visiting. I’m sure that was planned. He’d probably been following me. At the time it seemed a normal event.

Interrogator: Did the fact that he’d been turned bother you?

Prisoner: I would not say it bothered me, though I was aware of it. Percival seemed to feel this made us more equal.

Interrogator: Did you drink from him?

Prisoner: We met about a week later, and we did drink from each other. It’s sort of a custom, a nicety, you might say.

Interrogator: How long before you started to work for him?

Prisoner: I started working for him about a year later.

Interrogator: Why?

Prisoner: It seemed like fun, and there was good money in it.

Interrogator: What did you do for him?

Prisoner: I killed people.

Interrogator: Who?

Prisoner: Whoever he told me to. He had many enemies. He wanted to be mayor at one point, and I was being sent around to kill his competition.

Interrogator: Who else did you kill for him?

Prisoner: A couple of women that he’d turned by accident. A man that was trying to blackmail him. I can’t remember them all.

Interrogator: During this time, the sexual relationship between you was ongoing?

Prisoner: Yes.

Interrogator: Weren’t you ever afraid of him?

Prisoner: Oh no.  I’m sure he could have killed me, but he didn‘t want to.

Interrogator: Why is that?

Prisoner: I controlled him just well enough that he knew he needed me.

 

*****

 

 

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©2009 Lori Titus

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BIG BAD BROTHER: By Lori Titus

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009

The Marradith Ryder Series, Part 56

Marradith spun around with her fist up. Scott looked at her as if he were bored and sat down on the swing Justin had occupied a moment before.

“Don’t ‘Hey Dee Dee’ me. How’d you get here?”

“Come on Sis, give me some credit. You’re not the only one with talents.”

“Okay, so how about you tell me why you’re here?”

“Will you relax? I’m not going to hurt you.”

She sat down. “Make this quick.”

“Or what? You’ll burn me again?”

“Why not? Maybe this time it will stick.”

He looked at her, and a smile crept across his face. “You’re always trying to fight somebody twice your size. So what’s changed?”

“It never used to be serious. We didn’t hurt each other.”

He looked away. He didn’t have an answer , so he ignored the weight of her statement.

“How’s the family?” he asked. It was the only thing he could think of to say in the way of peacemaking.

“They’d all say they are fine. They’re not. Mom and Dad are fighting. Danny mostly stays by himself, upstairs playing his guitar. Trying to blend in with the scenery.”

The next question was obvious, but he didn’t ask. Knowing Marradith, she had taken their brother aside and told him everything.

That is, if he needed telling.

“I’m glad you asked about everyone, Scott, but that’s not why you came. So tell me.”

“You can’t trust these people. And now you’re married to one of them. At least if you hadn’t married Justin it would be easier to walk away. Now you’re tied to him.”

“If that’s all you’ve got to say you might as well go.”

“Doesn’t it freak you out a little that he’s been in your life since you were a baby?”

“He never talked to me. I don’t remember him at all.”

“Yeah, well I do. Look. It’s disgusting. But forget that. Let’s just give your old man the benefit of the doubt and say that he’s a nice guy. How much do you know about the Sojourners? Other than whatever propaganda they have been feeding you? They are not nearly as goody-goody as you think they are.”

“Is that your excuse for being in The Circle?”

“I didn’t say that,” he spat. “You gave me a reality check about Leighton. Now it’s your turn.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I really want to see you get your suitcase and go. But if you don’t leave, get yourself some knowledge on these people. And don’t listen to what Justin tells you, because he probably only knows part of it. You need to know just who the Sojourners really are. What they really do. If you’re going to be working for them, taking orders and marrying their men, it doesn’t seem like a lot to ask.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

“Get information on their records. You’ve got Will, have him do it. There has to be a file on prisoner 157342. Have him pull that for you, and then you’ll see. Find out who she was and what happened to her.”

“Why?”

Scott stood. “I can’t stay, Sis. Be careful. Can you at least not tell anybody I was here?”

Marradith paused. The Sojourners wanted Scott, and she had a good idea what the penalty would be if they caught him. She heard Justin’s footsteps approaching.

Scott’s eyes narrowed as he watched her consider what to do.

“Yes!” she hissed. “Go before I change my mind.”

“I’ll leave you alone. So you can go lay down with your Dog,” Scott said bitterly.

And then he was gone.

 **************

Vanished. Gone. Just like that.

No smoke. No mirrors.

She reached out and touched air in the spot where he’d stood.

That was one thing that he’d never done before.

Marradith took a step backwards. Justin came back into the yard.

“Ryder?” he said. “Something wrong?”

She nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “But not here.”

“Okay,” he put his hand on her arm. “Lets go .”

**********

Their house was lovely, but Marradith barely looked at the rooms downstairs. She went up to the master bath and started running water. Justin followed his nightly ritual: checking doors and windows, securing locks and closing blinds.

When he was done, he joined her.

He sat still for a moment, waiting.

“I have to tell you some things. But there are some questions I need to ask first.”

“Tell me.”

“I need to know more about what I am. About what Scott and Danny and I are. The main thing I want to know is, can a Lamia become something else entirely?”

 
©2009 Lori Titus

Green Water Lullaby, Lori’s collection of short stories, is available for pre-order:  http://www.sonar4publications.com/green.html