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Volume Three
Character(s) Rider and Father Patrick
Date March 2005
After Volume Two
During Moments after the sun
Before Damali's Journal Volume Three
Location Sydney, Australia...
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Rider hung back from the small circle of younger Guardians who had gathered around Damali and Carlos. He and the old heads on the team took a wait and see approach. Just because Carlos had come back from the ashes, didn’t mean everything was necessarily jakey.

But that reality just added another ten ton weight to Rider’s shoulders. He fought back tears of frustration as his jaw muscle worked on the potential problem. When he looked at Damali, he almost had to close his eyes to keep the hot moisture that had built within them from running down his cheeks. She was like his daughter, his baby-girl, no matter what. He shared fatherhood and a deep sense of love and loyalty for her with Shabazz and Mike.

To his way of looking at things, they were the three dads on the team. He was ‘fun dad,’ the off the wall one, who’d allow her to express her wild side and take risks. Shabazz was ‘discipline dad,’ the one who dispensed wisdom and pulled her back when she became too wild. Mike, well… he was Mike… her big teddy bear and tall tree to lean on, ‘huggy dad,’ who was there when the shit just got to be too much… and each one of them had lived through something that had put their hearts in their mouths.

Rider glanced at the old soldiers who had been to Hell and back with their daughter, feeling every ache and pain and heartbreak up close and personal with his comrades. Each one of them was so weary they looked like they’d drop where they were standing, and yet he knew in his soul that he’d so it all again just to see her happy like she was now.

Shabazz neared him and spoke low and confidentially in his ear with a nod. “That was some heroic shit, man. Taking on harpies all by yourself.”

Both men set their sightline on Carlos and Damali without looking at each other. Rider shrugged. “You woulda done the same.” He motioned toward Carlos with a nod. “The other kid we gotta deal with now ain’t too bad, either.”

Shabazz let his breath out hard. “Yeah, but you put your body on the line, man. Big props.”

“My heart was on the line, dude. Would have given my right arm to see them like they are now.”

“Shit, man, you almost did,” Shabazz muttered. “Harpies and no weapon? Man, don’t go do no crazy bull like that again. We the rock on the team and go way back—me, you, and Mike. Wouldn’t be the same if you or Mike was gone.”

“What can I say,” Rider said quietly. “Look at ‘em.” He swallowed hard and steadied his voice. “All I wanted was for these two kids to have the chance I never had. Been where that girl went… been standing over a body, wishing I could just have the angels hear my prayer. They didn’t listen to me, but they listened to her. So, like you always tell me, it’s all good.” He looked away as the memory of Tara filled him up. “The one I loved like that came back, but not in the sunshine.”

“I feel you, brother,” Shabazz said softly, landing a supportive hand on Rider’s shoulder. “All us old heads just wanted the kids to have a chance, and to not have to deal with the losses we’ve dealt with. That’s what we’re supposed to do, right?”

Rider nodded and sighed. “We gonna have to watch Jose, though. He’s pretty jacked around now. You and I both know that.”

For the first time since they’d been standing together, Rider and Shabazz locked gazes.

“Yeah,” Shabazz said flatly. “He’ll be all right, though, once the dust settles.”

Rider stared at Shabazz hard. “No. He won’t.”

For a moment, neither man spoke.

“Listen to me, ‘Bazz. You don’t know what this is like, ‘cause you ain’t dealt with it like I have,” Rider said with no anger in his tone. It was just a fact. “After Tara didn’t come back right… I reconnected with my ole’ pal Jack Daniels. I tried to blot out her memory with a string of pole dancers. I can’t even count ‘em all. I was about his age when it happened.”

Rider stared at Shabazz as he spoke, trying to be sure his comrade in arms didn’t just blow off the fragile nature of what was about to go down. “I’m twice that kid’s age, and there are still times when I want to play Russian roulette with my revolver.”

He allowed his gaze to briefly go towards Padre Lopez, dragging Shabazz’s with it. “He ain’t right, either. Just seeing a love like that, after whatever images Rivera blasted him with in the clerics’ safe house, that’s another man on the edge, and he’s a priest. How long you think Jose’s gonna last in the same household with Rivera knockin’ boots with Damali before he bugs?”

Rider fell silent for a moment as Shabazz looked away. “You’re the head philosopher on the team, so get to this, oh Zen master, and dig it. The kid’s a nose like me, ‘Bazz. All he’s gotta do is pass her in the hallways of the compound to know when she and Carlos have been at it, and he’s so damned linked to Rivera from that vamp blood line that could be still resident—since we don’t know what The Light burned out or not, that poor kid will feel it through his freakin’ skin, ‘Bazz, when the man touches her. You hearing me, Guardian brother? God forbid her voice shatters glass in that compound with Jose in earshot, and the next sound we’ll be hearing is a gunshot through Jose’s temple.”

Both men stared at each other.

“Let’s be real, Shabazz. Could you deal with it if Kamal was suddenly living in our compound for some bizarre reason, and you knew when he and Mar both disappeared what was going on? Or you felt it? Or you heard it? Or you caught the scent of raw sex when she walked by? Or, lemme play devil’s advocate, my man, and take it to the next level… could ya deal with hearing deep bass line satisfaction coming from her room? Or put up with seeing them all giggly and happy in the freakin’ morning, passing love looks over the kitchen table at breakfast?” Rider spit and raked his sweat matted hair. “None of us have had to deal with what that kid is gonna have to go through—even us old heads. Not even me, you, nor Mike got constitutions strong enough for that shit. So, Jose, to my mind, is on suicide watch. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah. I hear you,” Shabazz murmured, his gaze leaving Rider’s to settle on Jose. “We’ll keep an eye on him.” He let his breath out hard again. “I ain’t got no wisdom for the young priest, though. Father Pat gotta handle that.” Shabazz raked his locks as his gaze filled with compassion and landed back on Jose. “We gotta move his room to the other side of the compound, maybe put a damned soundproof barrier around hers… set some rules… maaaan… tell her and Rivera to, uh, try to be discrete when we get home. I’ll talk to him, you talk to him, Mar gotta talk to her, ‘cause you’re right. I was just tryin’ to get us all home so we could live. I hadn’t even tripped into the future. Aw, shit, Rider. Man… I don’t what else to do.”

“If it ain’t one thing it’s another,” Rider muttered in a weary tone, “and like they say, ‘Houston, we got a problem.’ This one is kickin’ my ass.”

“Mine, too. Now that you brought it up.”

Both men watched the team’s gentle giant quietly move to stand with them. Big Mike pounded their fists as his gaze scanned the rest of the team from a sideline glance.

“Y’all know I can’t help but overhear things,” Mike said carefully, eyeing Rider and Shabazz and keeping his voice low. “We gonna hafta watch the other young bucks, too.” He motioned with his chin toward JL and Dan. “JL is wigged, battle-freaked. He and Jose are thick as thieves, tight. Him seeing Jose like this is making him wonder about his own chances of ever having his own woman and a normal life. That kid has been damned near celibate since we all came together as one unit. Watch how he keeps looking at Lopez with that deer in the headlights expression, then over to his boy, Jose.”

“Know the look well,” Rider said with an appreciative scowl. “The, ‘please God, not me,’ look.”

“Yup,” Shabazz muttered. “Just like in the joint. You watching somebody get messed over and made into somebody’s bitch, you can’t do nothing about it, and all you pray as you try to be cool and not listen or hear, even if it’s your boy, is… please God, not me. Human reaction, man.”

“Yeah but it’s also the kinda reaction that’ll make a man wig, and try to bolt. We gotta lock down this unit before we get back home,” Mike said in a private, tense whisper. “Plus, Carlos is like Dan’s idol… if something ain’t right with our boy, Rivera, Dan will be the weak link. Dan thinks the brother walks on water, which ain’t a good thing if Rivera ain’t come back from the ashes without a problem.”

Rider, Shabazz, and Big Mike pounded fists in unison.

Shabazz lifted his chin, motioning discretely toward Carlos. “Something ain’t right with the brother, though. That’s the thing that’s eatin’ out my guts. I don’t care what we just saw with our eyes. I’m feeling some type-a way. My gut ain’t neva wrong.”

“That’s why we’re having this conversation, dude.” Rider folded his arms over his chest and looked at the ground. “It’s all in his eyes.”

Mike swallowed hard. “Whatever it is, is gonna kill baby-girl, ya know.” His huge shoulders slumped. “All of us who been to war, or been soldiers know that, it ain’t just about getting home in one piece. That’s the first priority, true, but maybe the easiest part of going to war is dodging a bullet or a land mine. The hard part is coming back with your head and your spirit straight. That’s what be looking funny in a man’s eyes, and be sounding a little off in his voice. Rivera don’t sound right to me, neither. Tone of voice is off, brothers. He don’t sound like the Carlos I been listenin’ to before this.”

“Then, let’s get this brother to hallowed ground and do what we gotta do,” Shabazz said flatly. But his eyes held a deep sadness that each of the three men in the small huddle could identify with.

“Say a prayer,” Rider replied quietly, running his palms down his face as they dispersed. “If I’m tellin’ ya that, then you know I’m outta options.”

Marlene stood a few feet away from Damali, gazing at her back and roving a quiet scan across Carlos’s body. Intermittently she glanced up toward the heavens. Everything about his energy was scrambled, and they only had a few more minutes before they’d have to break camp, get to the cathedral, and try to find safe haven on hallowed ground. She put an added ring of protection around the group, layering in her heartfelt prayers with that of the clerics. God help Damali’s sanity if Carlos was back, but not whole.

Her daughter-charge had been through so much… her womb had been desecrated… her body beaten and in pain. Marlene hugged herself. Her arms ached to hold Damali and take it all away from her. Yet, that wasn’t possible until Damali left Carlos’s side and came to her for that. All she could do was watch helplessly as her girl-child quietly wept against a dead man who’d come back to life. Damali’s clenched fists felt like they were squeezing her heart, sections of it oozing through her daughter’s fingers as she thought about the possibilities. Marlene looked at Shabazz, then Rider, and then Mike and a silent understanding passed between her and the older Guardians. It was time to move out. She calmly approached Damali and Carlos, but didn’t fully enter their private space. What she wanted was a good look into his eyes. What she saw in the depths of them through her veteran second sight horrified her.

* * *

Father Patrick finally looked up from the fervent prayers that he and his fellow clerics had been silently levying to seal the group from any outside detection. Father Lopez troubled him to the core of his soul. When the young cleric looked up, Father Patrick gave Imam Asula and Monk Lin a knowing stare.

“If you gentlemen would be so kind to keep vigil while the team prepares to get into the Jeeps, I’d like to take a short walk with Padre.”

The other’s nodded and pulled back, and allowed the senior cleric and go to Father Lopez without even a glance. They knew, too.

“Walk with me, son,” Father Patrick said, moving Lopez out of earshot of the teams. “Even a priest needs confession without judgment.”

Father Lopez glanced around nervously.

“We’ve temporarily prayer-sealed the area to demon encroachment. This mission is so sensitive that, even other Guardian teams can’t sense us, let alone hear us,” Father Patrick said quietly as he draped an arm over Lopez’s shoulders and walked him several yards away from everyone else. When they’d stopped walking, he turned the young priest to face him. “Talk to me, son. It’s all in your eyes… a pain so deep, conflict so visceral that it hangs in the air like a razor that’s cutting your to shreds.” He let out his breath on a slow, patient exhale. “I was a man before I was a priest. I, of all people, will not judge you. Just talk to me.”

The tears that had welled up in Lopez’s stunned brown eyes spilled down his cheeks. “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

Father Patrick put a finger to his lips, breathed in slowly, willing himself not to panic and cut off the junior cleric’s brimming hysteria. The pain that wafted from Padre Lopez raised the hair on his neck.

“When the image was first put into my mind, then the connection that was so…” The young cleric stopped speaking, took in a shuddering breath, and allowed his gaze to drift off toward the distance.

“Something within sent me down the side of the mountain to collect a vampire’s ashes. I still feel connected to him, like his passions are my passions, his urges mine. I don’t understand what is happening to me. All I know is I can’t forget her. The woman Carlos taunted me with lives in my mind.”

Padre Lopez glanced down at his mud caked shoes. “Then to see Carlos and Damali… what they have is pure, and that makes it enviable. It survived the grave, survived the fire, Father—and now it lives full bloom in The Light. Everything I’ve been taught is in question and I’m failing my vows in my mind.” His hunted gaze frantically searched the elder cleric’s eyes. “I’m going quietly mad. I keep asking to be set free, to be sent into The Light, if that would make the struggle go away. But I’m so conflicted,” he said in a desperate whisper through his teeth, “because how can a love like that be wrong? How can one not want that for one’s self? Why should a man of flesh not be able to…” Lopez’s voice trailed off and he raked his hair as a crimson tinge spread over his flushed cheeks.

Father Patrick’s grip tightened on the younger man’s shoulders. His voice was gentle, but his tone firm. “I know that the image of being with the young woman that Carlos sent into your mind was… it was difficult. However, that was done when he was at a different place in his mind, his development, therefore, Padre it will pass and—”

“No,” Lopez said in an urgent whisper of quick, jagged sentences. “It was more than an image. I felt her. It will not pass. Months… and it had not passed! The moment I held his ashes, it worsened. Right now she’s all I can think about, even with potential doom before us. Her voice still haunts me. I also felt her spirit. I can’t get her spirit out of my spirit. Can’t get the sense of needing to protect her and be with her out of my mind.”

Father Patrick looked at the young cleric that had near madness in his eyes, and nodded, knowing that to argue now while Lopez was on the brink of mental collapse would not be wise. So, he opted for calm psychology, anything to get the young cleric on the Vatican plane, and onto hallowed ground. Right now, Lopez was so emotionally vulnerable that a breeze could blow him away.

“Son, my fellow clergyman, I understand your pain. It is not your fault. You are human. What we must endeavor to do is to get us all to safe ground. Try to hold on, till we get to safety. Do not make any permanent decisions about your vows, or your status as a priest, until then. Do not defect. We need a unified team, a strong prayer barrier to make it to safety. Ultimately, you cannot help the young woman who came into your mind unless our fortifications against evil are strong. You are a member of The Covenant, and must hold the line.” He landed a supportive hand on each of Lopez’s shoulders and held him firm while looking him directly in the eyes. “Can you do that, at least for me? For the team. One spirit. If only until we get back home.”

Lopez weakly nodded as his eyes flooded again tears. “But once I see her…”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, it’s theoretical. She’s not here among us. So, I’ll ask you again, can you make this conflicted decision only after we get back home?”

Lopez let out an agonized sigh, closed his eyes, and let the tears he’d been holding back fall.

“Good,” Father Patrick said, releasing his breath as his pulled the young cleric into a bear hug. “Then I grant you absolution, my son.”

See Also[edit | edit source]

Novels 1 - 9 Minion • The Awakening • The Hunted • The Bitten • The Forbidden • The Damned • The Forsaken • The Wicked • The Cursed
Armageddon Finale
(10 -12)
The Darkness • The Shadows • The Thirteenth
Anthologies Make it Last Forever in Stroke of Midnight • Ride the Night Wind in Love at First Bite
Dawn and Darkness (Comics) Individual Comics Book One: Ashes to Ashes • Book Two: Dust to Dust  • Book Three: Bygones to Blood • Book Four: Ride or Die
Graphic Novel Graphic Novel (Parts 1 - 4)
Neteru Academy Novels Shadow Walker • Shadow Seekers (Unreleased) • Shadow Slayers (Unreleased)
Between the Books (Official Website Stories) Vol. 1 • Vol. 2 • Vol. 3 • Vol. 4 • Vol. 5 • Vol. 6 • Vol. 7 • Vol. 8 • Vol. 9 • Vol. 10 • Vol. 11 • Vol. 12 • Vol. 13 • Vol. 14 • Vol. 15 - The Ripple Effect • Vol. 16 - Damali's Dilemma • Vol. 17 - Carlos' Dilemma • Vol. 18 - Damali's Dilemma Part II • Vol. 19 - Training Day • Vol. 20 - Training Day Part II • Vol. 21 - A Neteru Apex • Vol. 22 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 23 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 24 - New Mansion Compound: • Vol. 25 - "Truth Between Brothers" • Vol. 26 - Shabazz: THE FALL OUT • Vol. 27 • Vol. 28 • Vol. 29 • Vol. 30 - "Submerge"
Other Nothing Like the First Time (Prequel) • That First Kiss • Between Man and Wife • Atlantis Rising
Damali's Journal Volume One • Volume Two • Volume Three • Volume Four • Damali's Journal: Special Volume
Carlos' Black Box Volume One • Volume Two
Inside the Mind of a Vampire Volume One • Volume Two • Volume Three • Volume Four • Volume Five • Volume Six
Additional Content & Short Stories Promotional Media Secret Desires • Exotic Contraband: LA Banks' Vampire Huntress Legend Concept Art Book • Vampire Huntress Legend Sampler • Atlantis Rising • VHL Teacher's Curriculum Guide
Vampire Huntress Legend Sampler Nothing Like the First Time • Damali's Journal: Special Volume • The Power Players: A tour by Master Vampire Carlos Rivera • Character Dossiers
Unreleased Vampire Huntress Legend Series Movie (Unreleased) • Vampire Huntress Legend Series Manga (Unreleased)

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