11. Elijah

Iwoke up after a couple hours of restless sleep. I’ve been keeping myself busy with plans for tonight, it’s dark out now and the day is gone. Rain is still passed out, the girl can fucking sleep. She’s been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours. But I need to wake her, we have things to do and I am not leaving her alone.

After my shower, I changed into my black jeans, black hoodie and combat boots, my standard outfit on most days. I have my hood over my head as I admire the new ink on my face in the mirror. It’s fucking perfect.

Looking at my phone it’s nearly midnight, we have to get moving. I leave the bathroom and walk up to my sleeping Rain. “Little bat, you have to get up. We have places to be.”

It takes some effort, but eventually I am able to coax her out of her sleep.

“E, I’m tired. Let me sleep,” she moans. This girl is going to kill me. She could fold me ten ways to Sunday.

“Little bat, you have been sleeping for a day. You need to get up and we have to go.”

Walking over to the floor lamp, I turn it on, which makes her immediately react like she is a vampire allergic to the light. The blankets move over her head as she continues to moan, “No. Please don’t make me, your bed is so comfortable.”

“Our bed and I don’t care, so get up,” I say as I pull the blanket off of her. “I got you some clothes delivered. They are on the dresser. I will give you privacy to change, I will be out there.” I point over my shoulder towards the door. She doesn’t say anything back, instead just glaring at me, which doesn’t bother me. She will quickly learn.

I leave the room, closing the door behind me and head down the hall into the living room. Sitting on the plush black sectional, I kick my feet up on the coffee table and wait. A loud scream comes from where I had just left, but it doesn’t alarm me. I know exactly what she has just seen on top of the clothes I left behind.

As I continue to wait, I hear the bedroom door open and her feet walking on the wood floors. Rain bursts into the room, but I don’t turn to look.

“What the fuck is this?” I can only assume what she is waving around is her new driver’s license and passport, which I had made for her the same night I took her. I had my guy take care of everything.

“What does it look like?” I casually ask, not bothered.

“Sinclair? Rain Sinclair?”

Finally, I look over and I can see she is in the clothes I left for her—a matching black hoodie to mine, black leggings with black boots. Her hair is down and she has a scowl on her face. Fucking gorgeous.

“Did I stutter when I said you were mine?” We really don’t have time for this.

“You are unbelievable. You can’t just change my name without asking.” She sounds defeated now, knowing she isn’t going to win.

“I already have. Perhaps in the future, should I want to consult you on these things, I will.” I’m not sure what more she wants from me at this point.

“As much as I want to have this back-and-forth shit. We have somewhere to be.” I say as I stand up from the couch.

“Where are we going?”

I don’t respond, instead heading towards the front door. I open the keypad next to it and enter the security code, which is needed whenever I leave. It gives me five minutes to leave before reactivating the entire system. Then opening the door, I look over at Rain and she takes the hint, putting her new license and passport down on the front entrance table before walking out to the lit driveway and gets into my car parked out front. I close the door behind me and follow.

It’s time to teach my little bat how to hunt.

Rain Sinclair hasn’t spoken to me the entire fifteen-minute drive into Blackwood. My headlights are off now as I pull up on the street where that fucker from the other night lives. I promised his family would be dead for him to find, and I don’t make fake promises. Not doing it last night after getting Rain was due to two things, I needed to get her home, rest was my first priority and secondly, I wanted him to feel safe.

I wanted him to feel like he won, like he was a fucking king who lived to tell the tale.

This stupid motherfucker has a wife who resents him and a son who is a twenty-nine-year-old fucking pervert. Who also lives at home still. On any given night, you can catch him peeking through windows and watching people. He isn’t picky about gender or age. Recently, a male senior reported seeing him through his bedroom window. The police couldn’t do shit considering who his dad is associated with. But I can and will. And tonight, my little bat is going to start learning she can too.

Parking, I turn off the car as Rain breaks the silence.

“What are we doing here?” She whispers.

My head falls against my headrest as I blow out a breath. “He isn’t home. I promised he would find his family dead. This is me keeping that promise. You are going to help me, sister.”

As I finish speaking, I look over to her and she doesn’t react, interesting. Perhaps she is instead taking it all in?

I am not sure if I’m fully honest as I’ve never had this conversation with another person before.

“Where’s my mom’s body? What did they do with her?”

“Typically, they feed them to the sharks. But I had her moved and buried on our property. This way you can visit her whenever you want. I didn’t know what else to do. You were so sad, and I…” Before I can finish, Rain cuts me off, whispering, “Didn’t they question you?”

Shaking my head, “No, because I told them I would handle the body before the ceremony. They have no idea.”

We sit in silence until I start tapping the steering wheel with my fingers.

Her tiny voice appears again.

“Thank you.”

I dont respond. There is no need to.

Looking over at the house, the lights are off and I can tell the window on the side of the house is open, as it usually is.

“Once I get in, I will open the front door for you. Not a fucking sound once you enter. Follow my lead, and do not question me. I do this a lot more than you would want to know about. I know what I am doing, and I don’t need any pointers or someone questioning me. Do you understand?”

Her eyes burn into mine as she nods in understanding.

Rain puts her hair up in a ponytail, ready to go.

Good little bat.