Later that morning, Winona and Shayne stepped into the Miccosukee Indian Reservation Police Station.
When the officers and detectives saw who were walking in, they immediately greeted them with friendly smiles.
Once Winona and Shayne reached Clint’s desk, Clint asked, “Detective Rivers of the Fort Lauderdale Police Department, how can I help you today?”
“Things have been happening for the past twenty-four hours that made me question my entire belief system,” Shayne said.
“So you’re not here on police business, Detective Rivers?” Clint questioned as Captain Wolf was walking up. “You must be lost then.”
“I’m here as your brother,” Shayne snapped. “So stop being a dick.”
“You’ve been a dick to me every day for a year,” Clint retorted. “I earned the right today to be a dick.”
“Capt. Wolf, where do you keep the dueling pistols?” Winona questioned.
“That’s the white men who use the dueling pistols, Winnie,” Capt. Wolf said before looking back and forth between Shayne and Clint. “Here we just bind them together with handcuffs and lock them in a holding cell until one has been knocked unconscious by the other.”
“Just so you don’t get the wrong idea, Winnie, we don’t really do that here,” Clint told her.
As Winona was giving him a polite grin, Capt. Wolf retorted, “I’ll make an exception with you two. So leave your sibling squabbles out of my police station.”
“Yes, Captain,” Shayne and Clint said.
Capt. Wolf faced Shayne before saying, “It’s been five years since you had left us, Shayne, and I was certain that you would return to us within a year… year and a half tops.”
“Yes, well, my reason for leaving hasn’t changed,” Shayne told him. “Plus I’m doing well in Fort Lauderdale.”
“Yeah, well, you’re still welcome to transfer back anytime you like,” Capt. Wolf informed.
“I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” Shayne assured him.
“Okay, I’ll leave you three to it,” Capt. Wolf said.
As Capt. Wolf was walking away, Clint asked, “So why are you here, Shayne?”
“Two reasons,” Shayne began. “The first reason is that, while driving over here I had called my lawyer. I had dropped my suit against you for the house…”
“You no longer want the house?” Clint quickly asked.
“I still want it,” Shayne corrected. “You want it too though and by both of us wanting that house, the already bad-blood between us had gotten worse…”
“Sure you would piss me off from time to time, Shayne, but I had always turned the other cheek with you,” Clint interrupted. “It was you who had resented me.”
“What I resented was your total lack of respect for my beliefs,” Shayne retorted. “That’s irrelevant now though because my belief system has changed. Since the lightning strike that almost killed Winnie, Blue Moon has been communicating with her through her dreams, and I am convinced that the connection between Winnie and Blue Moon is real. So I’m here to say, ‘I’m sorry’ for my attitude towards you over the years. I was wrong about those stories that Dad and Grandpa were telling. I thought that those stories were just… imaginary tales.”
“I thought so too,” Clint informed. “It was Ruth who had never doubted them.”
“And it so happens that Ruth was right,” Shayne added, “which brings me to the next reason why I’m here. I want to see those parchments.”
“Winnie had found them, so as I see it, they are rightfully hers,” Clint began. “I would like to have a copy of them though.”
“The printer at home copies too, so I’ll copy them that way,” Winona said.
“By no means am I an expert with this, but to me it seems that the parchments should be copied by hand.” Clint then continued barely loud enough for Winona and Shayne to hear, “Copying them on a copier might interfere with the magic’s effectiveness.”
“If you want handwritten copies of them, don’t expect to get them anytime soon,” Winona informed.
Clint amusingly grinned before saying, “Noted.” Clint then went to stand up. “Anyway, I’ll go with you two to the house.”
“Alright,” Shayne agreed before he, Winona and Clint moved towards the exit.
“Steve,” Clint called out to the officer closest to him.
“Yeah,” Steve replied while looking.
“I have to go home for a moment,” Clint told Steve. “I’m available though if something comes up.”
“Okay,” Steve acknowledged.
Ten minutes later, Winona, Shayne and Clint were sitting at Clint’s dining room table while looking at the incantations and journals. Loretta was at work.
After Shayne had read over the incantations related to vampires, he said, “These incantations require… items that we don’t have.”
“There’s a bookstore in Fort Lauderdale that sells the items that we need,” Winona informed as she looked up from Lawrence Stone’s journal.
“Okay,” Shayne said. “Before we go home, we’ll go there and get what we need.”
“Once we get what we need, I want to do this one spell,” Winona said before silently reading the incantation that had caught her eye.
“What spell is that?” Shayne questioned.
“It’s a spell on improving one’s memory,” Winona began. “It requires…” Winona looked disturbingly at the journal while continuing with, “Never mind. I’m not doing this, and I can’t believe that this Lawrence person could.”
“What did Lawrence do?” Clint asked.
“The wizard Lawrence Stone had improved his memory through a human sacrificing ritual,” Winona informed. “The more individuals sacrificed, the better his memory had become. How can a person do something like that?”
“Believe it; people can,” Shayne said. “You’d be flabbergasted with what I’ve seen over the years.”
“Which is why I don’t want to be a cop,” Winona informed.
“I know,” Shayne said with a grin.
“What are your plans for a future vocation?” Clint asked.
“I’m eighteen with no idea what to go after,” Winona replied. “I’m not interested in becoming a cop or even a lawyer as Adam is taking classes for.”
Clint grinned before saying, “It would delight your cousin if you would become a veterinarian as she is.” Winona grinned. “Sawni would definitely insist that you and she would open up your own animal hospital.”
“I thought about being a veterinarian, but I just don’t feel the allure of that profession… or any other profession, as far as that matters.”
“Well you have four years of college ahead of you before you need to decide on anything,” Clint told her. “Where will you be going anyway?”
“The community college is the only college I can currently afford,” Winona said. “I’ll get my associate’s degree there and hopefully by then I’ll have enough money together to get a bachelor’s degree.”
Before anything else could be said, Clint’s cell phone rang. Clint looked at who was calling before answering the phone with, “Detective Rivers. Okay. I’m on my way.”
As Clint was hanging up, Shayne asked, “What’s up?”
“A man from Miami was found dead in the trunk of his car on the casino’s parking lot,” Clint shared as he stood up.
“Lovely,” Winona said sarcastically as she and Shayne stood as well.
“Well, I have to get to the casino, so lock up when you two leave,” Clint told them.
“Okay,” Shayne agreed as he and Winona went to collect the parchments.
Clint left the house, and once Winona and Shayne gathered everything, they left as well.
Shayne drove to a bookstore in Fort Lauderdale that sold crystals, candles, tarot cards, incense, herbs and other items that can be considered mystical.
As they were collecting the items, a twenty-five-year old woman stepped up to them and greeted them with, “Detective Rivers.”
Winona and Shayne looked before Shayne questioned, “May I help you?”
“I’m Gladys Woodworth,” she reintroduced herself while staring curiously at Winona. She turned back towards Shayne as she continued with, “You had interrogated me two years ago after I had brought information to you about a dead body that was found in a park.”
“Yes, I do remember you,” Shayne acknowledged. “You were released from custody because of the lack of evidence of your involvement of the murder.”
“You’re still convinced that I was involved, aren’t you?” Gladys questioned.
“You had brought in information that only a person involved would know,” Shayne replied.
“I’m a psychic,” Gladys insisted before gesturing towards Winona. “This young lady has been touched by death recently.”
“This young lady is my daughter Winona,” Shayne informed.
“Something… alarming has happened to you recently, Winona,” Gladys told her.
Before Winona could reply, Shayne put his hand on Winona’s arm as a gesture for her not to answer while questioning, “If you are a psychic, what else can you say about Winona’s so-called alarming incident?”
“I can’t see the incident itself or when it had occurred, but Winona had died and then revived recently,” Gladys said.
“I was the lifeguard who was struck by lightning yesterday,” Winona informed.
Gladys nodded before saying, “From that ordeal, you had established a connection to the spiritual world, Winona. In fact, that’s why you two are here.” Gladys turned towards Shayne and shot him an astonished look. “You’re not the skeptic that you were two years ago, Detective Rivers.”
“I may not be the same skeptic, but I still have to be convinced that one is in fact a psychic,” Shayne replied. “In fact, the details surrounding Winona’s near death experience would be easy to find if you would go looking for it, and the rest of what you’re saying were thrown in as effects.”
Gladys grinned and shook her head before saying, “You still don’t believe I’m a psychic.”
“Tell me something about me… or even Winona that can’t be found anywhere,” Shayne instructed.
Gladys stuck out her hand before saying, “Take hold of my hand.”
Shayne took hold of Gladys’s hand, and immediately following, Gladys fell into a trance.
When Gladys came out of her trance, she looked disturbingly towards Winona.
“You have the visual effects, but do you have the goods?” Shayne questioned just before Gladys grabbed hold of Winona’s left wrist.
Winona—without pulling away—and Shayne looked curiously at Gladys as Gladys fell into another trance. Once Gladys came out of her trance, she released Winona and backed up slightly.
“The crystal balls four inches in diameter or larger are the ones you’ll need to momentarily stun a vampire—after the proper incantation has been cast that is.” Winona and Shayne stared curiously at Gladys as Gladys continued to say, “Anything smaller than four inches, Winona, will only get you killed.”
“You think that I’m going after vampires?” Winona questioned quiet enough for only Shayne and Gladys to hear.
“The connection to the spiritual world that you have, Winona, is as apparent to me as a beacon at night, and while reading you, I saw that Blue Moon—your great-great-great grandfather—is whom you are in contact with. I also saw that you don’t want to go after the vampires; however, Blue Moon will be so insistent to the point that he won’t allow you to sleep at night if you refuse this calling.”
“And how will he keep me from sleeping?” Winona asked.
“When a spirit controls what the dreamer dreams, the dreamer could get thrown into a nightly nightmare or lose contact with reality all together,” Gladys informed. “So don’t underestimate Blue Moon.”
“So you’re saying that Blue Moon controls my dreams now?” Winona quickly questioned.
“Yes,” Gladys simply replied.
“Lovely!” Winona sarcastically uttered.
“Okay, Gladys, you have convinced me of you being a psychic,” Shayne began. “Now I hope that I can count on your silence about the vampires.”
“You can,” Gladys assured him. “And I would like to volunteer my services as a psychic.”
Shayne pursed his lips for a brief moment, and after a quick deliberation he asked, “Are you sure you want to get involved?”
“Yes, I am,” Gladys quickly replied.
“Yes, just like that?” Shayne questioned. “Without really thinking it over?”
“Detective Rivers, I have had this ability my entire life, and once I was old enough to understand it, I felt obligated to use my ability in helping others, and I can’t think of a better way to fulfill my obligation than to help Winona with her calling.”
“Okay,” Shayne agreed. “So how will you be able to use your psychic ability to help Winnie… Winona?”
“I answer to both,” Winona assured Gladys.
Gladys nodded with a slight grin before saying, “Normally—with people anyway. I’m not sure about vampires. Anyway, I just need to learn a little bit about a person—his or her name, what that person does for a living and other trivial information about that person—and then the dreams and visions begin.”
“So if I would give you a vampire’s name—such as La Croix—you would get visions of him?” Winona questioned.
“Well, a name only may not be enough,” Gladys informed. “And if I get anything on La Croix, it may be from a dream rather than a vision.” Winona nodded in acknowledgment. “Did you pull the name La Croix from a hat or is there a reason that you had mentioned the name La Croix?”
Winona took a breath before saying mournfully, “Two days ago my boyfriend Travis went to Alaska to check out the University of Alaska and to do some hiking.” Tears filled Winona’s eyes, and while sounding slightly choked with grief, she forced out, “Yesterday, on one of the Alaskan hiking trails, the authorities had found Travis’s body and his dad’s body. According to the authorities the two were attacked and killed by some animal that have been wreaking havoc with the hikers. In fact, the hiking trails had been declared unsafe for the last few weeks.” Winona wiped the tears from her eyes before continuing with, “Within a dream, Blue Moon had told me that Travis and his father were killed by the vampire La Croix.”
“If I dream of La Croix, I’ll let you know,” Gladys said sympathetically. Winona just nodded. Gladys reached into her purse as she requested. “Can I get your cell phone number, Winnie?”
“Sure,” Winona said as Gladys pulled out her cell phone.
Winona then waited for Gladys to be ready before giving Gladys her number.
Once the number was stored on Gladys’s phone, Gladys pressed the call button while saying, “I’m calling your phone, so that unknown number on your phone will be my phone number.”
“My phone is in my purse, and my purse is inside my locker at the swimming pool,” Winona informed.
“Once we leave here, we’ll swing by there so you can get your stuff,” Shayne told Winona. Winona just nodded. “And speaking of leaving here, we need to gather what we came for and go.”
“Before you two go, Winnie, I might be able to maintain a psychic link with you if I had something personal of yours that I can keep,” Gladys said.
“A personal item like with jewelry?” Winona questioned.
“Jewelry is good for psychic readings, but they are not very effective in maintaining a psychic link… at least not for me anyway. Each psychic is actually different, so another psychic might be able to maintain a psychic link with jewelry.”
“Okay, so what do you need to maintain a psychic link with me?” Winona asked.
“Several full strands of your hair would be best,” Gladys told her. “Nail clippings would be second best.”
“And how many strands of hair do you need exactly?” Winona quickly questioned.
“Your hair is nice and long, so I can get by with about ten strands of your hair.”
“Alright, but take the strands from near the back of my neck,” Winona requested.
“Okay,” Gladys agreed before pulling out travel size scissors from her purse.
“And you carry scissors with you,” Winona pointed out after seeing them.
“I use them frequently for a number of reasons,” Gladys said as she moved around to Winona’s back.
As Gladys proceeded to take a few strands of Winona’s hair near her neck, Winona warned, “If you make a voodoo doll of me with this hair, vampires won’t be the only thing I’ll be going after.”
“I don’t know anything about witchcraft, but noted,” Gladys said as she cut Winona’s hair. “Got it, and from where I took it, you can’t tell that a few strands of your hair were cut out.”
“Good,” Winona said before turning and watching as Gladys wrapped the hair around a pencil. “What will you do with it?”
“I make dream-catchers, and a dream-catcher made out of someone’s hair makes a great psychic tool for me to maintain a psychic link with that someone.”
“Interesting,” Winona said simply.
“Okay, Winnie, let’s get what we came for and go,” Shayne urged.
“See you later,” Winona told Gladys.
“See you later,” Gladys echoed before the three went their respective ways.
Winona and Shayne collected several items before making their way to the cashier.
Once Winona and Shayne left the bookstore, Shayne drove to the swimming pool. Shayne waited in the car as Winona went inside. Soon after Winona had stepped in, concern individuals who knew her had greeted her.
“Honest, I’m fine,” Winona told them as Dale was stepping up.
“Since you’re fine, are you here to work?” Dale asked as he stepped up.
“Being struck by lightning had earned me a day off, Dale, and I’m taking it,” Winona informed.
“Since Chad is taking your place today, you’ll be taking Chad’s place Saturday,” Dale told her before studying her reaction.
Winona stared dolefully at Dale while pursing her lips for a brief moment and taking a breath through her nose. While sounding slightly choked with grief, Winona told Dale, “It’s fine.”
Dale shot Winona a curious look before pointing out, “You practically begged for this Saturday off for an entire week, and now you’re fine with working this Saturday.”
“That’s right,” Winona said simply. Michelle (Winona’s friend and a fellow worker) gave Winona a curious look. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m here to get my purse and clothes.”
Without waiting for Dale’s response, Winona turned and walked away quickly towards the women’s locker room. Michelle followed.
As Winona was stepping up to the lockers, Michelle asked, “Is everything okay, Winnie?”
Winona glanced at Michelle. As she went to unlock her combination lock, she said dolefully, “No.”
“What is it?” Michelle quickly asked.
Tears rolled down Winona’s cheeks as she said dolefully, “Travis and his dad are dead.”
In a shock tone, Michelle uttered, “Dead! How?!”
Winona got her crying under control before sharing, “They were hiking… in Alaska, and they were attacked by an animal.”
“Oh my God, Winnie,” Michelle said sympathetically as she went to rub Winona’s back, consolingly. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thanks,” Winona said as she opened her locker.
“So I’m guessing that Travis’s and his dad’s bodies are being sent here,” Michelle presumed.
“I haven’t spoken with Travis’s mom yet, so I haven’t a clue to what’s happening with the bodies or with the funeral arrangements,” Winona said as she grabbed her gym bag, which held her clothes and her small purse. “Once I get home I’ll call her and find out.”
“Go over there,” Michelle strongly suggested. Winona looked curiously towards Michelle. “By you going over there, it will mean more to her than her receiving a phone call from you.”
Winona thought for a moment before nodding agreeingly and saying, “Alright.”
“So who all knows about Travis and his dad?” Michelle asked.
“You’re the first person I told… well second actually,” Winona said. “I told a woman named Gladys. Anyway, I don’t know who all Travis’s mom had told.”
“Michelle, you are on the clock!” Dale shouted into the women’s locker room without entering.
“Yes, coming,” Michelle shouted back.
“I’m okay, Michelle,” Winona insisted. “So you’d better get back out there before he threatens to…”
“You’re fired if you don’t get out here in fifty-nine seconds,” Dale threatened while interrupting Winona. “Fifty-eight…”
“To do that,” Winona added with a jaded gesture.
Dale had continued his countdown.
As Michelle was backing away, she told Winona, “I’ll call you later.”
“Alright,” Winona agreed before turning back towards her locker and shutting it.
Once Winona and Shayne had returned home, Winona hopped into her car and drove away.
Shayne entered the house with the magic supplies, and once inside, Shayne—with Dakota assisting—read over and worked through the vampire-locating incantation.
The vampire-locating incantation required a mirror or a crystal ball to work. Candles and other items could be use to enhance the incantation, but wasn’t required.
Shayne cast the incantation twice on a mirror and twice on a crystal ball without success, and after failing for the fourth time, Shayne gave up.
At Travis’s house, Travis’s mom has had consoling visitors coming and going throughout the day. Travis’s relatives would stay an hour or two while the others would only stay for thirty minutes.
After Winona got there, she learned that Travis’s funeral arrangements hadn’t been worked out yet. She also stayed for two hours before leaving.
Winona returned home and once she joined her parents in the living room, Dakota asked her, “How’s Travis’s mom?”
“Devastated,” Winona said simply as she sat down in the armchair.
“Is someone with her?” Shayne asked.
“She has had people in and out all day,” Winona said.
“Does she have someone who will be with her tonight though?” Shayne questioned.
“Her brother and his family showed up just before I left,” Winona informed. “I believe they’re going to be staying with her for a while.”
“Good,” Shayne said.
“So are you ready to try that vampire-locating incantation?” Winona questioned.
“Your mom and I tried it on the dining room mirror and on one of the crystal balls,” Shayne said. “We couldn’t get it to work.”
“Did you do that acclimating incantation first?” Winona questioned.
“What acclimating incantation?” Shayne asked.
“I read in Lawrence Stone’s journal that there is a one-time acclimation incantation that has to be cast on a mirror or a crystal ball prior to any locating incantations.”
“Okay, no, I didn’t do it,” Shayne admitted. “I didn’t even know about it.”
“That acclimating incantation is in the back of Lawrence Stone’s journal,” Winona informed before looking over the room. “Where are Blue Moon’s things?”
“They’re in the dining room,” Shayne said.
“Okay, well, I want to try it,” Winona said as she stood.
“Alright,” Shayne agreed as he and Dakota stood up.
As the three were walking towards the dining room, Winona asked, “Where’s Adam?”
“He’s out with Sheila,” Dakota informed.
“They broke up last month,” Winona pointed out.
“They ran into each other today and started talking,” Dakota said as they were entering the dining room. “Apparently they decided to give their relationship another try.”
“Yeah, well, unless Sheila has given up on trying to change Adam into something he’s not, that romance is going to end as before,” Winona said while she, Dakota and Shayne stepped up to the dining room table.
The parchments and the magic supplies were on the dining room table. Winona immediately went to Lawrence Stone’s journal, picked it up and opened it to the incantation that was in the back of the book.
“Here’s that incantation, and I want to do it,” Winona told them.
Shayne just gestured for her to proceed. Winona nodded before stepping up to the wall-mirror within the room. As she stood in front of the mirror she silently read the set-up for the incantation.
When Winona didn’t begin after a short wait, Dakota asked, “Are you suppose to read that silently or aloud?”
“Aloud, but before I recite the ritual, I am to draw four symbols with ash or soot from a burnt piece of tree branch onto the surface of the mirror or the crystal ball,” Winona explained.
“Okay, I’ll burn some wood to get you that ash,” Shayne said before turning towards the exit.
“The ashes must be from green branches,” Winona informed before Shayne could step away. “Ashes from fresh bushes will work too, and it doesn’t matter if there are leaves or berries on the branches either.”
“Alright,” Shayne said while walking away.
Shayne went into the garage and grabbed the pair of pruning shears along with a box. He then went into the backyard and began pruning trees and bushes. The branches that he cut off were tossed into the box.
Winona and Dakota stepped into the yard just as Shayne was finishing at getting the wood.
As Shayne was carrying the box to the house, Winona informed, “I’m not sure how you are planning to burn that, Dad, but an accelerant to start the burning process could make the incantation fail.”
Shayne thought for a moment before instructing, “Winnie, go get that metal trashcan from the garage and take it to the kitchen.”
“Alright,” Winona said before stepping away.
Winona went into the garage and grabbed the trashcan. As she was carrying the trashcan into the kitchen, she saw that Shayne was standing next to the stove. The front-right burner was on at its highest setting.
Shayne gestured towards the floor in front of him while saying, “Put the trashcan down in front of me.”
“Alright,” Winona agreed before putting the trashcan down.
As Winona backed away, Shayne picked up one of the branches and stuck it over the burner.
The branch took several seconds to catch fire, and once it did, Shayne manipulated it until the fire was going well. He then tossed the burning branch into the metal trashcan.
“I’d better disconnect the batteries from the smoke alarms,” Dakota said before walking away.
“Good idea,” Shayne said as he went to repeat what he did with the remaining branches.
Minutes later, once the trashcan was filled with ashes from the burnt branches, Winona carried the trashcan into the dining room, and then—while referring to the book that Shayne held for her—drew out the four symbols onto the surface of the mirror with her index finger.
After Winona completed the last symbol, she wiped off her finger with a wet wipe, took the book from Shayne, and proceeded to recite the incantation.
The incantation was six verses long, and once Winona said it in its entirety, the ash spread itself across the entire surface of the glass, and before everyone’s eyes, the glass clouded over.
“Is that what supposed to happen?” Dakota questioned before noticing that Winona was moving her lips as she counted the seconds silently.
Winona nodded as she continued to count. Before Winona could count to forty seconds, the glass of the mirror returned to its original appearance.
“Yes!” Winona uttered delightfully. “It worked.”
“Okay, what just happened?” Dakota questioned in a confused tone.
“According to the journal, the mirror was supposed to cloud over as it did and then return to normal within sixty seconds,” Winona began. “If it didn’t return to normal or if it took longer than sixty seconds to return to normal then the incantation would’ve been considered a failure.”
“So the mirror is now ready for the vampire-locating incantation?” Shayne questioned.
“According to Lawrence Stone’s journal it is,” Winona replied.
As Shayne moved towards the vampire-locating incantation, he said, “I’ll get it, and if you don’t mind, I would like to try this again.”
“Okay, Dad,” Winona said.
Shayne picked up the incantation, stepped up to the mirror, and for the third time that day, he recited the eight-verse incantation on the mirror.
Once the incantation was complete, a portrait of a man (a vampire) appeared in the mirror.
“It worked this time,” Dakota pointed out.
“I’m thinking that the mirror is showing us a vampire.” Winona then thought aloud, “Where is he though?”
Before Shayne or Dakota could respond, the mirror’s display had shifted to a bird’s eye view of the hotel that the vampire was in.
“Okay,” Winona said in an uncertain tone. “I’m not sure why it had done that.”
Dakota put her hand on Winona’s shoulder before testing, “What city is the vampire in?”
The mirror’s display shifted again to a higher aerial view of the city that showed a major league baseball stadium, which was not far from the hotel.
“Okay, that city is Atlanta, Georgia,” Shayne shared. “There’s Turner Field.”
“That vampire must be the closest one to us,” Winona thought aloud.
“Let’s find out,” Shayne said. “Show the next vampire closest to us.” The mirror’s display shifted to a portrait of a woman. “What city is she in?”
The mirror again shifted to an aerial view of Atlanta, Georgia.
“How many vampires are there in Atlanta?” Winona thought aloud.
The mirror shifted to the first portrait for a second, shifted to the second portrait for another second and then shifted again to a portrait of another man. The mirror then cycled through the three portraits, while only showing each portrait for a second.
“It appears to be three,” Shayne informed.
“Why didn’t those three get listed on the wall this morning?” Winona questioned.
The mirror continued to cycle through the portraits as Dakota guessed, “The vampires that are listed on your wall had killed someone during the last forty-eight hours. So most likely they haven’t.”
“Okay, that make sense,” Winona said. “Anyway, mirror, show the fourth vampire from here.” The mirror shifted to a portrait of another man. “What city is he in?” The mirror shifted to an aerial view of the city, but nothing looked familiar. “What city is that?”
When the mirror didn’t respond, Shayne thought for a second before requesting, “Show a higher aerial view of the city.” The mirror shifted to a slightly higher view; however, the view was still unrecognizable. “Go higher.”
When the mirror shifted again to a higher view, Lake Erie and Lake Ontario were recognized.
“That’s Toronto,” Dakota uttered. “The city where the vampire is in is Toronto.”
“Toronto is a nice distance from Atlanta, Georgia,” Winona pointed out.
“Toronto was listed on your wall too,” Shayne added.
“How does one become a vampire anyway?” Winona again thought aloud. The mirror shifted and displayed a person being bitten by a vampire, and then escaping the vampire’s grasp. As the mirror began to show the long and agonizing transformation process from a human to a vampire, Winona said, “Okay, I wasn’t expecting to be shown.”
After several minutes of showing the slow and agonizing transformation process, Shayne said, “Okay, I don’t see this ending anytime soon. So I’m going to… stop this.” He then read off the incantation to end the locating spell.
When the mirror shifted back to being a normal mirror, Winona informed, “Okay, I’ve been on the go since I got up and I haven’t eaten all day. So I’m going to get something to eat.”
“Where are you going?” Dakota questioned.
“To that Dragon Wok Chinese restaurant,” Winona said. “Do you want anything?”
“Yeah,” Dakota began. “Get me shrimp fried rice and an order of chicken wings.”
“Okay,” Winona said before turning towards Shayne.
“Get me some hot braised chicken with fried rice and crab rangoon,” Shayne said.
“Alright,” Winona began. “I’ll be back soon.”
Winona then grabbed her purse and left the house.