With Zax being taken care of i needed to figure out my next step. Who would have a charge older or as old as Zax… That train of thought took me to Zara. She had been watching longer than I and lost a charge before she would know what could kill them. Now I just needed to find her but that shouldn’t be hard. I close my eyes and send a thought out into the ether and Zara responds with in seconds by appearing in front of me. She is in a tattered trench coat and old combat boots that were presently covered in what could only be blood.
“Who’d you kill?”
“A deserving disobient watcher. He was begging one of his charges to change him once he got to see how they live compared to our exsistance or in his words lack of exsistance. Tis better he die swiftly and by my hand than throught the agonizing process that would follow him being ripped apart by the vamps blood.”
I walked over to the railing of the bridge and she followed. Her steps were light and soundless. SHe was use to making no sound to better track our charges and their nightly activities.
“Why have you summoned me? You know this is rather unorthodox and would warrant a report if I didn’t know you better.”
“My charge is ill.”
“Aren’t they all.”
“Mine is actually dying.”
That caught her attention and she turned to me and made me face her. “This can not be happening. Are you sure?”
“Yes I just followed him and his behavior when usually controlled and seductive was irratic and destructive. He wouldn’t or couldn’t be stopped until I knocked him out which in itself was no easy feat.”
“Where is he now?”
“I took him to the lab and I have someone studying him.”
“They can’t.”
“Why?”
“His blood is the contagion. We need to track any and all of his victims and see if we can’t end them before it isn’t too late.”
“what is this Zara?”
“A disease. It is a disease that we thought once irradicated from our world. Someone or something must have brought it back.”
“But why and how have I never heard of this before?”
“Protocol and not to mention that nearly all who had to assist with the cleansing have died. It changes into whatever will effect the new host the most. The last time it swept through the fae all to easy and started to go to the other woodland creatures when we finally came through and cleased all who were contaminated. It was a very bloody day.”
“Just us were doing the cleansing?”
” No, The Vamps, Elves, and Werewolves, when they weren’t in full transformation.”
“Why not the witches couldn’t they have helped control the spred or kill them off targeted by their blood?”
“They were the problem. One of their own made the disease. They were retaliating and it was going out of conrtol. A Wild fire kind of spell. No one, not even the leader of the coven knew how to target the main strain. If they tried to stop it the spell would have killed all Fae. Not just the sick. It would have been genocide on a large scale.”
“Wouldn’t no Fae be better than the disease?”
“There is no telliong where that spell would have stopped. It is a tricky term Fae and even worse in spells. It can’t be controlled. We are all in some small way Fae or Fae related. The spell could have cleared us all out. No one wanted that.”
“No I could understand that.”
I stare out at the water and watch as a boat passes by. My night did not start out feeling like a doomsday. This disease that Zara is speaking of must be stopped. If it changes itself to be more destructive than we needed to get back to the lab and fast. There might still be a chance Zax hasn’t done anything to her.
