Family Bonding

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(Six months after Chris returns to St. Louis)

Chris closed his eyes as he played the piano. The music was a softer piece. His hands moved easily over the keyboard. The phone rang, and he sighed. He picked up the phone.

“Hello?” He asked.

“Chris? Is that you?” Keri asked.

“Keri? What’s going on?” Chris asked concerned. Inca walked into the room and looked at Chris. Chris held up his hand and looked at Inca.

“Chris I think Miroku is going to do something. I’m not sure since I got my information from a friend of mine from high school.”

“Okay Keri, let me sit down, so you can tell me.”

Chris sat down on the sofa.

“My friend Jess called me today at work…yeah I know I shouldn’t be working with the body guards until I’m 21, but they said I can train with them. Anyway Jess called, she said she over heard my brother talking to someone over the phone.”

“Ok, that’s nothing new. Miroku was always a phone hog.”

“Yeah, but he said that shouldn’t be a problem, what do you want done? He wrote down the instructions on a pad of paper and left. Jess did a rubbing. Chris Miroku was talking with my mother’s side of the family. To get back into the clan he needs to kill my father and uncle Jeff. He also needs to take as many tails from my mother as he can.”

Chris pulled the phone away and looked at it like it had burned him. “Chris? Chris are you there?”

“I’m here Keri. Did you just say kill your father and uncle Jeff?”

“Yeah. He’s serious too from what Jess said. This was three hours ago.”

“Keri I don’t want to get involved.”

“Chris you might be the only one who can talk to him.”

“We haven’t really spoken in ten years and the last time we saw one another I belted him.”

“I know and the prick deserved it, but please.”

Chris gave a heavy sigh and looked at Inca.

“Ok I’ll head over to your place. I should be there in about twenty minutes.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“No if it goes bad I don’t want you seeing what happens.”

“You need a ride.”

“I’m a dhampire. I can fly if I have to.”

“You’re blind.”

“Only somewhat.”

Inca trilled at Chris. “Ok give me a lift to your place, but wait in the car when we get there.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”