Looking at An like he’d lost most of his mind, Sylvie was relieved when Amber walked up chug and tapped Sylvie on the shoulder. “Mist…um, Sylvie, I need ge for a fifty and this.” Amber tapped a pink stone on her server tray. “Yeah, I got tipped a rock.”

  Sylvie grabbed the bill and exged it for smaller bills. “That is pink quartz.” Sylvie picked up the smooth stone and froze in pce.

  --

  Overwhelmed by dread and self-doubt, Sylvie’s sce lifted her away from the bar and she suddenly saw a dark pce with the st of sea salt mixed with cold sand. Gripping the stone in her hand tighter, Sylvie’s mind desperately sought out the source of the mencholy emotions and was instantly rewarded by a vision of a pletely dark figure walking along ureets, passing others and in some cases bumping into them without stopping. Catg glimpses of the figure when it passed overhead street lights, Sylvie memorized that whoever it was, hid in a deep blue windbreaker with a matg hood that kept the figure's hair hidden from view.

  -Jeans, white sneakers. I hear y, whoever you are.-

  Allowing the vision to keep flowing, Sylvie felt the sensation of time passing just before the vision briefly faded. Morphing the outlook, she saw the figure huddled helplessly against the wind side of a building, apparently taking the abuse from the whipping sand and light rain.

  -Purgatory. sing by self-ato.-

  Unwilling to accept the vision as truth, Sylvie attempted to find the one signal that the prophecy was real and not part of her silent inner darkness.

  -e on, where is the eclipse?-

  ging once more, Sylvie came face to face with a granite gravemarker with the name ‘Linda Stone’ engraved in big lettering and a date roughly a year in the past with a small epitaph. ‘May your new rivers journey find you peaceful pastures. -Mom.’ When the fusion of emotional turmoil slipped away by reading a mother’s farewell, Sylvie sensed her vision widening to enpass the full area. Once more the woman in the blue windbreaker appeared and was now kneeling, digging her hands into the damp grass. Slowly the moon’s light bathed the grave in its white and using the kneeling figure, Sylvie withe eclipse effect that she o tell her the truth.

  --

  Hearing a fes, Sylvie blinked free of her vision and looked over to Amber. “Sylvie? Wao get something from the back for you? I know that look in your eyes mistress. Your..” She whispered to Sylvie, “..eyes stopped phasing on a full moon.”

  Happy to see her friend taking i in a vision, Sylvie opened her hand and exposed the pink granite. “No, dear friend. I am tent.” Sylvie smiled, “This pretty pink rock expresses love, passion aional healing.”

  “I keep fetting you knew all this mystical stuff.” Amber chuckled in response. “It art of your illusiht?” Amber pced her hand over Sylvie’s as the bar owtempted to give it back. “No, you keep it.”

  Almost as though a final puzzle piece locked into pce, Sylvie closed her hand over the smooth stone and then looked at An. “Sorry, An.” Sylvie shook her head and started near babbling, “River, stones from a river, granite marker with ‘Stone’ written on it..” Sylvie ran over and grabbed Veronica by the arm and dragged her over to An. “I don’t have time to expin it right now, An. I have to go. I do believe another friend of mine is in a bit of a mess.” She snapped her fingers and smiled. “An Brow Veronica Brown.” Sylvie pushed the two close together. “She thinks you are cute.”

  Blushing han three shades of red to look like an apple, Veronica stammered, “I..um…I said that, yes…” Veronica watched Sylvie grab her leather coat and hand the bar keys to Amber. “..um..hello there An..” Veronica smiled and twitched nervously, “..We have the same st name.”

  Not waiting for An to respond to Veronica, Sylvie darted past An, “We will discuss your matters more when I get back.” Sylvie paused, “I figure since I gave you the keys to the…”

  Amber ughed, “..Yes, Sylvie. I get it, I am in charge until you get back.

  Tossing a thumbs up for her dear blood bunny, Sylvie raced through the door and after tightening her helmet on, waved at her bouncer and started the engine of her motorcycle. Depressing the clutd dropping the bike intear with her foot, Sylvie happeo look up ahe streetlight at the entrance of the tiny pza and froze in pce.

  –

  Fshing lights of red and blue spun and flickered in a square around Sylvie. Turning in a small circle within her fsh vision, Sylvie heard a helicopter overhead and visually sed the age when the spotlight illumihe area. ting six police cruisers, Sylvie saw the remains of eight officers in putty-like ks with both bite and cw marks riddled through the deep blue uniforms. Holding up her own hands, Sylvie licked the blood streaming from them and refocused on the loud aircraft. ‘HQ, we have identified the suspebsp; Attempting to make taow.’

  –

  Having lost her grip on the clutch, Sylvie had stalled her motorcycle in the few seds that the bloody image came to her.

  -tabsp; Got it, home then the road.-

  Laughing to herself at the sudden warning, Sylvie restarted her bike and waved goodbye to Max before pulling off towards her house. While the vision was certainly about the o have the teical help from her friend Kody’s tacts, Sylvie began thinking about a small list of ideas that would help her get tinia Bea a timely manner. Before she could anize her thoughts, Sylvie had made it to her home and raced to her bedroom. Slipping the supple pstic over her moon phasing pupils, Sylvie willed blood to power up the lenses and headed for the refrigerator to make sure that her blood supply was topped off.

  Much like before, a series of green checks dotted the outside of the tacts and then stopped with the same input question; ‘Query?’ Sylvie was just about to set up the activities in her head when she looked down at the ter. Shrugging her shoulders, the blue-gray haired vampire picked up the empty lens case and stuffed it in her leather jacket.

  -Okay. Let’s get these ideas in some order.-

  Exiting the house and log it behind her, Sylvie noticed her neighbor Carl smiling at her. Ign the obvious perverted look glimmering in the man’s eyes, Sylvie hopped on her motorbike and spoke to the puter. “Code, are you still, voice active?” Sylvie saw the green lights fsh blue and a moment ter she heard the puter answer her through the speakers in her helmet.

  “Adjusted for iion into Indian Super Chief eleics, Code online for verbal ands.” The puter voice stopped without any fanfare.

  Briefly looking over the dispy in her vision, Sylvie could tell that the puter had left itself in the house sing state. “Code, I o get tinia Beabsp; So give me a road map with dire and an outlihat will not wash out my vision as I ride.” She watched the dispy ge and almost bee an eerie green as though night vision had been activated. “I will be pushing the engine close to its limit..I think. I pn to go up to one-hundred and twenty miles per hour.”

  Red dots popped up in Sylvie’s vision and focused on the bike’s engine for a few seds. “Adequate engine performao attain and maintain projected speed. Right side of your dispy is active to dispy time before refueling.” Code stopped speaking once more.

  “Code, I will also need police traffiit, police radar dete and jamming if you do it.” Sylvie squinted one of her eyes in thought while the little green lights swirled just out of her vision. “I he fastest route to Jennifer River’s home.” Sylvie paused and recalled the vision, “Wait, not Jennifer’s pce, I need a gravestoh the name Linda Stone who passed away in December of st year.”

  “Processing. Police radio and aircraft baed and being monitored for activity. Would you like to know when a car or officer has gone off duty as well?” Code waited.

  Surprised by the efficy, Sylvie ughed. “I don’t o know the specific officer, it would be better to be tracked for interference as I race my way to the cemetery you find.”

  “Affirmative. pensating for police activity. Radar used in the area is low grade and easily intercepted. No signal will be returned.” Code’s voice paused as it worked to fulfill the other requests. “Located Linda Stone memorial. Uploaded to dispy and route adjusted.” Code’s processing lights went red, “Local radio traffidicates that there are stru zohat will impede process by exactly two minutes and twenty seds.”

  “I will decide as I reach the ses, we are on a rescue mission of sorts, Code.” Sylvie started the engine again. “I just need you to be almost faster than me and we make it.”

  “Blood requirements will be adjusted by ara ten pert.” Code firmed a silent.