Free Eye of Abernathy by Rashelle Workman

Chapter 1
     
    Being a vampire had its advantages.
    Seeing every infinitesimal detail—each hair on a bumblebee’s body, the individual beats of a hummingbirds wings. I heard worms wriggling in the dirt. The ants rummaging through the grass, the way their mandibles bit down, crushing an insect, or a leaf. Deciphering the scents of different types of blood—animal, human, and magical.
    On occasion, my extra-heightened senses were difficult to deal with. As I glanced around my room, seeing flecks of Christopher’s blood everywhere, I thought I would be sick. Although Christopher was healed, his blood and guts (yeah, even guts, it was gross) were strewn on the walls, the comforter, him, the ceiling, the dresser, the carpet, and me. Everywhere.
    Professor Pops took D aniel and Heathcliff to get buckets of soapy water. Gabe left, saying he needed to talk to the chayot about the latest developments. As he walked away, without saying good-bye, I sensed more going on with him.
    The rest of us muddled around, trying not to touch anything while we waited. When Pops came back, we pulled on rubber gloves, and spent the next several hours cleaning. Dorian found part of a vein on the chandelier. But, as Professor Pops explained, we couldn’t have a cleaning service do it.
    “How would we explain what happened ?” he asked.
    We grudgingly agreed. When we finished, the room smelled of lime soap, chlorine, and something else. Something made with magic.
    “What’s the smell? It’s created from magic.” It seemed familiar, a scent I smelled long ago, but couldn’t place.
    Professor Pops gave me a cursory glance. “It’s fai ry dust. When mixed with water and chlorine, it completely eliminates any living tissue. I figured we should be especially sure we get everything.”
    Christopher grunted.
    “Yeah.” I took my soapy sponge and wiped the wall next to my bed. “What else can fairy dust do?”
    Pops looked up from his work scrubbing the carpet. “Depends on what it’s mixed with. Fairy dust takes the strongest component and am plifies it a hundred fold. If it’s mixed with gunpowder, it can be extremely volatile. Combined with chamomile and vanilla, it’s soothing—deadly so, if you catch my drift. So it’s important to be careful with it.”
    “Interesting,” I said.
    “Creepy, if you want my opinion,” Sebastian said, helping Bart remove my bedding. As they walked to the door, Professor Pops said, “Stick the bedding directly into the washer with this.” He removed a glove, pulled a vial of pink liquid from his sweater pocket, and handed it to Bart.
    “Got it.”
    ***
    When we finished cleaning, Pops asked us toss our sponges and cleaning rags into a fire he built in the hearth in the living room.
    “Get some sleep,” Professor Pops told his amazing sons.
    Sebastian, Bart, Salvatore, and Daniel trudged to the door. I noticed their shoulders slumped.
    They must be exhausted, I thought.
    “Hey,” I called, and they turned around. “Thank you. For the help tonight. For keeping me safe. For everything.” I blinked back tears, and smiled.
    They answered with tired but genuine, “You bet.” “You’re welcome.” “Sure.” And, “Anytime.”
    When they were gone, Heathcliff said, “I’ve got to be to work in two hours, I’ll just grab a quick shower.” A shower sounded nice.
    “Where do you work?” I asked , curious.
    He swallowed, glancing nervously at Professor Pops. I turned my attention to the fire.
    Secrets, my inner voice grumbled.
    The living room smelled of sulfur, and magic. Flames licked the air in various shades of green, purple, and pink. Dorian, Heathcliff, Professor Pops, Christopher, and I stood around it, not for warmth, but comfort. Christopher placed a hand on my back, massaging lightly, filling my skin with tingles.
    A fierce love for these men consumed me. I had to protect them.
    Finally, Heathcliff said, “At a lab near the University, studying…”
    “What?” Suddenly an image