Part 2512 – Grounded

Jeff closed his eyes. I just hope and pray that I’ll never have to do that to Hildreth. Fortunately, it isn’t that likely. I’m no longer an active hunter. So, there’s no reason why Master Shinowa would give that responsibility to me. But who knows?

He could.

He might.

I hope he won’t. Because if he told me to do it…

Jeff thought about Hildreth. He thought about training with him at Master Initskay’s dojo. He thought about playing hooky with him. Their first training mission together.

He thought about that horrible, long moment where Master Initskay did not recognize him. He thought about the brutality of Initskay’s attack.

He thought about all of the scars Initskay’s claws had left on his skin.

If Master Shinowa told me to stake Hildreth, I would do it. 


We’re gonna die! Ambrose grabbed the armrests as the plane descended. Or worse, you’ll die and I’ll be trapped under all of the burning wreckage!

He projected his thoughts a little too strongly. Several of the other passengers gave him looks that ranged from annoyed to blatant disgust.

One of the little kids wailed, “Waaaaaaaaaaahh! We gonna CRASH!”

“No, we won’t, Neville dear.” His mother glared daggers at Ambrose. Surprisingly enough, her glares had no effect on the vampire.

He clenched his teeth and tried his best to dig his claws into the armrest. I don’t want you to die. I don’t want you to die.

“Shh.” Barbara rubbed his back. “It’s okay. We aren’t going to crash.”

He unclenched his teeth to ask her, “How do you know for sure?”

“Because this is a very steady and controlled descent. If we were crashing, you would know. I’ve never been in a plane crash myself, but I’ve read things about them and seen movies involving plane crashes. If we were really crashing, the descent would be chaotic. The plane would shudder and maybe spiral. Although, the spiraling might be a Hollywoodism.”

Ambrose imagined such scenarios way too vividly. The blood drained away from his face. He didn’t know where it drained off to. Maybe his throat. Maybe all the way to his gallbladder.

Barbara kept rubbing his back. “Don’t worry, kitten. We’ll be landing soon.”

“When we do, I swear I’ll kiss the ground.”


Despite Barbara’s comforting presence and calming touch, Ambrose didn’t relinquish his grip on the armrests until the plane was safely landed and stationary. Even then, he held on until the other passengers were actively exiting the premises.

Barbara unfastened her seatbelt and stood.

Ambrose watched her stretch her arms above her head. The simple loveliness of that stretch grounded him. He unbuckled his seatbelt and stood as well. 

She lowered her arms and smiled. “Well?”

He held his hand out to her. “I’m ready when you are, love.”

She put her hand in his hand. “Then, let’s go, my husband.”

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