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“Spirits?”
“Yeah, I know it’s wild but just listen,” Makayla said. “Gage said one of the seven spirits broke from the group and for whatever reason turned evil. He began to prey upon Chippewa females who were of a certain blood line and he grew stronger. He also fed on some of the men, and turned them from human to Iridescents. According to Gage, he then grew bored of this world, took to the river and swam all the way to the ocean. He was never heard from again. One of the males he had transformed to Iridescent, took a Chippewa bride. She bore him a child and from that child’s blood, the Iridescent became an elite which is called a Sirun.”
“This Sirun killed his own child?”
“No, he just took of the newborn’s blood, which gave him great power.”
“That’s disgusting!”
“From a human standpoint yes, but Iridescents see it as evolution. The Sirun’s powers not only enables him to better protect the baby, but to change his wife to an immortal so that they can be together for eternity.”
“You make it sound so romantic and noble but I’m sorry,” Donja grumbled, “it’s gross.”
“Think what you may, but is it any different than mortals circumcising baby boys? In some countries even females meet the same fate. Blood and pain of newborns is just that, blood and pain.”
Donja curled her lips. “This is making me sick.”
“Sorry, but you wanted the facts.”
“Right. So, what happened after this Iridescent abused his child and became a Sirun?”
“Gage said he traveled the world and quickly realized that he was not alone. The spirit had changed two others who had also become Siruns. The three Siruns, fearing each other began changing men from mortals to Iridescents. They built armies. Now there are thousands of them worldwide. There’s the Old World Council in Russia, the French Allied Council, the German Legion and the U.S. which is called the New World Council.”
“Sounds like vampires…just like in the movies.”
“Well, they are definitely the basis of the vampire myths and legends, but the legends are really inaccurate, nonsense for the most part. I mean a lump of garlic or some holy water isn’t going to do shit to an Iridescent, and they certainly don’t fear the sun. They can eat regular food though it won’t sustain them, they must have blood, oh and their skin is warm, very, very warm.
“Well I could care less what they’re called, it’s the blood part that has me creeped out. Do you think Torin wants to bite me, really and truly bite me and drink my blood?” Donja asked with rumpled brows. “Is that what he meant by consequences?”
“Mmm hum.”
“Sheech!” You know, you almost had me there for a minute, but this can’t be true, come on sister. This all sounds like a bunch of make-believe, fantasy.”
“Okay, so tell me, Donja, was that scar-faced freak leaping off a two-story building a make-believe fantasy?”
Donja cocked her head unnaturally.
Makayla’s lips tightened. “You saw it happen, didn’t you?”
“Well yes,” Donja said, but—”
“And what about the bridge, Makayla interrupted. “How do you think he and Torin, without the benefit of a vehicle, magically appeared ahead of us when you were driving like a bat out of hell?”
“Well, I—”
“And didn’t you say Torin had fangs? Didn’t you see them?” Makayla pressured her.
Donja raised a hand to her brow, her eyes darting about. “My God,” she said, plowing her hair with her fingers. “Here I go again, just like my dad’s death, denying what I cannot face. I am so mental.” She met Makayla’s gaze. “It’s real…isn’t it?”
“Yes, but don’t freak, it’s not bad.”
“Yeah I’m sure that’s what Becky thought before that devil killed her.”
“No, it’s not like that. There are good and bad in all kinds. Take Gage for instance. I love him and I don’t mind if he bites me, it’s part of the attraction, it’s who he is.” She slid from the bed and stood up. She pulled down her shorts then lifted the edge of her bikini bottom exposing her groin.
Donja’s eyes widened. “Are those bite marks?”
“Yes, Gage bites me and I allow it. I love him.”