Daphne had gone back to the conclave to get help in returning FangÃ¢Â€Â™s body. Deciding sheÃ¢Â€Â™d had enough male company for the time being sheÃ¢Â€Â™d gotten help from Clara, one the most attractive female werewolves in their conclave. Clara wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t the smartest cookie, but she had a good heart.
The pair of she-wolves travelled on a quad-runner, it didnÃ¢Â€Â™t take them long to find FangÃ¢Â€Â™s corpse.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOh he looks so gross,Ã¢Â€Â Clara said as she viewed the body.
Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is the fifth one weÃ¢Â€Â™ve found this week in this condition,Ã¢Â€Â Daphne said as she brought out the stretcher.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWill he disintegrate if we move him?Ã¢Â€Â Clara asked.
Daphne shook her head, Ã¢Â€ÂœI doubt it. The others were solid enough.Ã¢Â€Â
The pair moved Fang onto the stretcher and lifted it onto the small trailer behind the quad. Once he was secure they headed back to the conclave.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI wonder what method the vamps are using to kill this way.Ã¢Â€Â Clara said as they travelled back.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI donÃ¢Â€Â™t know as thereÃ¢Â€Â™s no obvious wounds to suggest some sort of poison or anything.Ã¢Â€Â Daphne replied.
Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat about powers? Perhaps the vampires have figured out a new one?Ã¢Â€Â Clara suggested.
The thought made Daphne cold, if the vampires could do this with their abilities it was very scary. Then she remembered that some vampires had show up dead in the same manner.
Ã¢Â€ÂœI wonder if itÃ¢Â€Â™s the slayers, weÃ¢Â€Â™ve had dead vampires found in the same way.Ã¢Â€Â She informed Clara.
Ã¢Â€ÂœOh yeah, I forgot about that.Ã¢Â€Â Clara said in response.
Both women remained silent for the rest of the journey as they pondered their own thoughts. They were unloading FangÃ¢Â€Â™s body from the trailer when Loxley appeared. Daphne noticed heÃ¢Â€Â™d ditched his black shirt. She also saw the way Clara lit up at the sight of him.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHello Loxley,Ã¢Â€Â Clara gushed.
Ã¢Â€ÂœHi Clara,Ã¢Â€Â he said without much feeling. Ã¢Â€ÂœHello Daphne,Ã¢Â€Â he said with a more throaty tone. Ã¢Â€ÂœI met your lover.Ã¢Â€Â
DaphneÃ¢Â€Â™s brow furrowed, Ã¢Â€ÂœLover? What lover? I donÃ¢Â€Â™t even have a lover.Ã¢Â€Â
Loxley took a step closer and Daphne could see that his skin was taunt and there was the faint mark of a new scar under his right eye. Ã¢Â€ÂœI could smell him at your under hang where you left me. I tracked him back to town. The bastard used a sword on me.Ã¢Â€Â Suddenly the truth dawned on Loxley, Ã¢Â€ÂœHe was the guy that attacked you, wasnÃ¢Â€Â™t he?Ã¢Â€Â
Daphne nodded with a condescending smile, Ã¢Â€ÂœThatÃ¢Â€Â™d be the one.Ã¢Â€Â
Loxley put his hand agitatedly to his head, Ã¢Â€ÂœDamn it, I should have realised. I should have stayed and killed him.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœYou what?Ã¢Â€Â Daphne said, Ã¢Â€ÂœYou attacked him?Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœOf course I did, he was tainting your honour.Ã¢Â€Â Loxley said to justify himself.
Clara swooned, Ã¢Â€ÂœHow romantic.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœHe could have killed you, heÃ¢Â€Â™s a slayer.Ã¢Â€Â Daphne told.
Loxley snorted, Ã¢Â€ÂœHe only managed a flesh wound.Ã¢Â€Â
Daphne held the end of the stretcher with one hand and poked the fresh skin on LoxleyÃ¢Â€Â™s face, Ã¢Â€ÂœThat looks like more than a mere flesh wound scar.Ã¢Â€Â
Loxley flinched, Ã¢Â€ÂœHe impaled me with that damn sword.Ã¢Â€Â
Daphne shuddered, Ã¢Â€ÂœItÃ¢Â€Â™s a miracle youÃ¢Â€Â™re alive.Ã¢Â€Â
Ã¢Â€ÂœCrispin stepped in,Ã¢Â€Â Loxley admitted. Ã¢Â€ÂœHe thought Anita was there.Ã¢Â€Â
Daphne tilted her head slightly, so Crispin had picked up on the half-wolfÃ¢Â€Â™s scent too. That was interesting. Ã¢Â€ÂœDid Crispin know who he is?Ã¢Â€Â
Loxley shrugged, Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t know.Ã¢Â€Â Loxley reached for the stretcher and took it from Daphne, Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ll carry this for you. Who is it by the way?Ã¢Â€Â he asked as he looked at the tarp covering the body.
Ã¢Â€ÂœItÃ¢Â€Â™s Fang,Ã¢Â€Â she said feeling a touch of grief. Fang had always been a happy soul. HeÃ¢Â€Â™s always had a joke to make everyone laugh.
Loxley noticed her reaction and snorted, Ã¢Â€ÂœHeÃ¢Â€Â™s better off dead. CouldnÃ¢Â€Â™t tell a decent joke anyway.Ã¢Â€Â
Daphne glared at him but didnÃ¢Â€Â™t say anything.
Ã¢Â€ÂœLetÃ¢Â€Â™s go, Loxley,Ã¢Â€Â Clara chirped as she still held the other end of the stretcher.
Loxley gave a nod but kept looking at Daphne over his shoulder until he couldnÃ¢Â€Â™t see her anymore.
Daphne let out a sigh. She needed to find Crispin and find out what was going on.
It was like thousands of voices cried out for a sequel and were suddenly silenced...