“Yes, I remember hearing of that time. I was in France of course but we heard of the horrific tales of torture of those poor women.” Pratt shook his head sadly.
“Yes, well Leo will not begin something like that and bring it on his own kind. I feel the other elders in his coven would eliminate him themselves if they even thought he might expose them.” Doc picked up his coat, as he got up. “So to avoid trouble here, when Corrine’s holiday is over we will depart for New Orleans directly.”
“Will Corrine be strong enough for all this travel?” Will put his arm around me protectively. I knew he was worried I would have a re lapse, but right now I felt perfectly fine. I was a bit shaky on my legs but that was because I was in bed so long.
“Oh indeed, she will fine. I think we can actually complete the changing process in New Orleans. I am very happy with how strong she has become so quickly, very impressive.” Pratt reassured Will. “She will be stronger than you in a few days’ William, if we don’t get you lined out soon.” He winked at Will; he just rolled his eyes ignoring h
Chapter 36
Home for Christmas
The plans had been set in motion. Doc and Pratt had organized the coven to move to New Orleans. Doc and Pratt would stay at the main house while I visited my father. Lydia, Andrew (her husband), Emma, and Roth would also stay. Riley and Taylor with the other ten coven members would move on ahead of us, and over see the old plantation house being opened up and ready for our arrival in two weeks.
I knew the house there was huge, and that it was built in the 1780’s. Will had spent his early days after leaving the Dark coven there. Doc had said up until about twenty years ago, the coven would spend their winters there, and leave Massachusetts. The grounds surrounding the house had had other homes on it. The other coven members lived in them, as they did not all live in the main house with Doc, Lydia and her husband Andrew.
The Dark coven’s main home was only twenty miles from there. Leo and Vincent were causing major trouble on their last visit, so Doc reluctantly closed up the grand old house and moved the coven permanently.
It was so strange to be home, the whole house was decked out in Christmas lights. I think dad had gone off the deep end when having them put up. I was pretty sure the crew in the space shuttle could probably see our house from space this year.
I tried to be cheerful for dad and Gran, and not eat anyone (not a joke ok). I caught myself eyeing the Fed Ex guy, the day after we arrived when I signed for some packages. It wasn’t because he was hot either. I was craving human blood more and more each day. Pratt or Doc stopped by each evening, to drop off the goods (blood). It made being around humans, mainly my dad and Gran easier. I would never hurt them, but to smell them made me edgy and grumpy not to mention hungry.
Christmas was very quiet, normally dad had tons of his and Sara’s friends over for a huge holiday party, but he cancelled it this year. This annoyed Sara, ever the socialite; her plans for a snowflake dinner and dance were dashed. Dad told us he felt we needed a family Christmas, and wanted to keep things quiet since I was still recovering.
I was happy to hear that. I spent many hours talking to dad, while we visited. I loved him so much, and was so glad we got to come for a visit. I knew this time of year was hard for him, and I wanted to be here and spend time with him. Sara bellowed for the whole day when dad told her the party was off for this year.
I knew she hated having me in the house. I could hear her complain to her friends on the phone about it. She hid it well, and acted like the ever-loving concerned step mommy, when dad was around. When he wasn’t, she gave me dirty looks, and asked when I would be going back to Maine. She reminded me of a pouty three year old.
Christmas eve, they fought like cats and dogs. Dinner