s*t*a*r*s (Kindred Series-2)

s*t*a*r*s 9 - pt 161

            Eden steps into the room, with Leah in tow.  Leah casts a wary look to Dathan, who sighs.  “I can leave the room if you wish, Leah.

            She waves him off.  “No need.”

            “So?” asks Darci.  “What did you find?”

            Leah looks at Eden, who takes a deep breath and says, “One week equals about one month, we cross checked the time that Dathan was with Ana and when she seemingly had Remmiah.  Nine weeks.”

            The air refuses to fill Darci’s lungs.  They have five weeks or less to figure out how to save her child, how to save her.  If they can’t, what will they do?  What will Abby do?  The panic rises slowly, starting at her core then easing out in cold tendrils, wrapping her in a shroud of shivers.  “I’m going to die.”

            “No,” says Dathan her voice hard.  He stands.  “We take it now, remove it, a C-Section.  Or when the child is old enough to survive on its own, there is no reason for you to die.”  He looks at Leah.  “Is there?”

            “We have no records of what happened to Ana.  We also have no way to track Remmiah.  The man she lived with, who adopted her, Fritz Lazar still lives in Northern Maine.  She has not been there for at least seven years, maybe more, we aren’t sure.”

            “What?” asks Darci.  “Who?”

            “Fritz Lazar,” says Eden, she takes a sharp step towards Darci, her dark eyes studying her.

            Darci’s mind bumps and jumps.  “I know Fritz.”

            “What?” say Eden, Dathan and Leah in unison.  “How can you know him?” asks Dathan.

            “He was a retired cop, did some volunteer work at several hospitals, one of them was my hospital.  Older gentlemen, in his 60’s.”

            “Fritz Lazar is almost 80,” says Eden.  “He and his wife were in their mid-50s when they adopted Remmiah.”

            “Wait, what?  How can that be?  He didn’t look a day over 60,” says Darci.

            “We don’t know,” says Leah.  “We don’t know what Remmiah can do.  We have no idea, but this is what she looks like.”  She pulls out a picture that would have been Remmiah’s senior picture dated almost 20 years before.  She has chestnut colored hair and violet eyes, there is no doubt of the color, rimmed in a deeper shade of purple, but still that heated pulse of power lies there, captured in the photo. 

            Dathan hangs back.  Not looking at the photo. 

            “She looks like you, Dath,” says Darci. 

            “I do not know she is my child,” says Dathan coldly. 

            Leah’s head snaps up and stares at him.  “What?  Honestly?  She looks exactly like you did when you were a child.  She looks like Chloe!  I wonder if she has your pain in the ass attitude, that holier-than-thou air about her.”

            “I do not,” begins Dathan in a booming voice, “have a holier-than-thou air about me!”

            “Yes you do,” says Leah.  “You refused to see Eden for how many centuries?  You murdered my soul mate.”  Her hands flex at her sides.  Darci wonders what it would look like to see two eternals fight each other; both heal at the same rate, the same rate.  It would be a knock down drag out brawl.