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Riding on a rather loud machine did little to keep the two from catching up while the flying down the endless roads. Telepathy was great for situations such as this. The wheels were turning at an excessive rate keeping them over the speed limit for long durations. While the wind gave the length of their flying hair hell the leggy allurist revealed what was going on since they last connected.

The restaurant was doing well and business was better than ever. The cuisine was in demand and the customers kept coming back, well most of them. More often than not those who did held good terms with Hantu and were in his favor. As for Sada Abe, she managed to become irreplaceable. Go figure. Dulce was able to admit that it would be difficult to imagine the pint size Japanese powerhouse not being around or her typical antics. She seemed to be enjoying her role and the hate emails and threats were not half as frequent as before. The generous pay and the perks that compensated handsomely for her duties kept her content and insanely busy. Perhaps that was the answer to any prior issues with the personal assistant.

Summing up the updates she mentioned that a few trips were made to Borneo that were for the most part uneventful. There were a few minor mishaps that came with travel and being the fanged minority in an exotic pool of warm malaysian blood. Anything that occurred proved to be nothing they didn’t find their way through and ultimately out of. All in all it was a memorable experience each time they returned and safely left. Now it was her turn to hear about what had kept the gypsy close to her back quiet and busy all at the same time.

“Tell me what you have been up to. Changes? New additions?” It was possible. Zodiac was far more the type to take in those who could benefit from the darkness and the improvements it could offer one in need.

"You did better than most."

Dulce only did the deed once but it was a world of reference for the responsibilities that went with creating what she was. Once was generally uncommon. Typically once a set of fresh fangs sharpened up enough to deal some lasting damage people nearby by or within reach started disappearing at concerning rates. It was a fair assessment. Some were known to turn the sanitation guys swinging by with an early start before the sun finally woke up. Zodiac saw hers as children and took great care in what happened to them before and after. The one in particular traveling the nights in a horse drawn buggy was a bit “off” but even that one fit into the picture Zodiac had created and could take pride in.

The creation of Chaindog was more a series of misfortunate events that resulted in a good man having to embrace the darkness that haunted her. Zodiac was there to witness the process which, more than likely, gave Chaindog a fighting chance compared to if he was left with her to try and make sense of it all. It was far from what she set out to do that night she crossed his path but it is what happened.

Accidental turnings were not as uncommon as some would think. Liam, as he was last known to be called, certainly didn’t set out to have more than a midnight snack with a side serving of back alley and orange crate fun when he discovered an inebriated Abigail Sutton standing at a bar enjoying a victory party for her firm. He didn’t even have to spend the money for the excessive shots of tequila to get her good and primed. She was good to go and already there when he stepped into the place with his dazzling presence and irresistible charm.

What happened next wasn’t rocket science. More like Sea Monkey tank set up 101. Funny thing about it all. Even years later on particular nights with the right elements in play she still could taste the dirt in the rain drops covering her hand that provided the only barrier between her face and the well used pavement. Her closest point she had ever come to dying left her waking beneath the wet midnight sky, alone stretched out on the soiled asphalt behind one of many Harper Rock’s beckoning nightspots. Not every set of fangs had great intentions. Hers included. Only difference was that if she could give the fallen soldier the choice he was originally robbed of, she would. She cared for very few and he was one of those near the top of a very, very short list.

”We don’t need to mention names.”

The gears shifted as the bike beneath them winded down in it’s speed as it took the narrowing roadway and the curve around the bend that had seen them both before. Once the road straightened out more speed found them. The gentle and welcome weight of the gypsy’s head on her back had an unseen smile threatening to form at the corners of her imposing lips. Like two desperados on the highway to hell they were once again. Heading for nowhere but still a safe distance from their often discussed ending and the infamous sundrenched cliff that claimed Thelma & Louise.

“At least you remember your grandmother, Betty. You had to tell me about mine thanks to my early onset of memory loss. For the record, yours was one of a kind and it suits you just fine.”