Broken Bow, Oklahoma
My fingers drummed against the wooden cafe table, staring at yet another dead end on the computer screen. The restaurant buzzed with chatter fusing with the clinking of plates and utensils. I loathed the background noise and how packed the room was, but this was the only place to get breakfast and wifi.
"Here you are, hun," the older waitress hummed, setting the white plate that held a breakfast burrito and tater-tots on the table. "Careful the plate might be hot."
"Thank you," I returned with a forced smile and quickly returned to my screen.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Knowing she was talking to Silas I didn't even divert my attention from the newest site relating to the church. I must have missed something.
"Yes, I already ate," Silas respectfully voiced. I shot a glance up at him, conscious of where he went in the early morning hours now.
"Okay well just let me know if you two need anything." The waitress gave us a sweet smile before sauntering off across the black tile to another table.
I peered up from the computer again, staring at Silas. Wondering how he fed exactly-well I knew how, but if he killed when he did. A question I should have asked a long time ago.
"What?" He lifted a brow.
"Do you..." I took a moment to think how to phrase this, leaning forwards into the table so no one would hear. "Do you uh... neutralize your food?" Refraining myself from saying kill and feed in public.
He sucked air into his nose, attempting to stifle a laugh. His eyes gleamed with amusement as the corners of his lips curled upwards. "Are you trying to ask me if I kill when I feed?"
My eyes flared and I peeked at the tables around us packed with elderly people, ensuring no one just heard him. When I was sure no one was looking this way or acting strange, I turned back to Silas with a scowl. "Yes, I was trying to avoid saying those words out loud," I huffed, squinting at him.
"Darling, everyone seated within hearing distance of us are shouting across the table to their breakfast mates," he affirmed cockily. "I could yell that sentence and they wouldn't have a clue what I had said."
I ran my tongue over my teeth, shaking my head. "Well, answer the question," I demanded, sharply.
"No, I do not kill when I feed," he answered, raising his volume at the part I especially did not want said. I ran my hand over my mouth in frustration. I'm going to stab him... again... with this fork in front of me. "See, nothing," he commented, scanning the oblivious tables around us.
"You are over two hundred years old, act like it," I scolded in a whisper.
"Maybe you just bring out the child in me." He clicked his tongue, picking up his coffee cup. "So perhaps you should be frustrated with yourself instead." The corners of his lips lifted again as he brought the cup to them.
"Do you want to get stabbed again?" I narrowed my eyes on his.
"Someone is feisty this morning... I like it," he cooed.
I wrinkled my nose, with a head shake, deciding he's distracted me long enough. Pulling the plate closer to myself, my eyes returned to the screen. According to the records another man bought the property in 1976, but no attacks or deaths occurred during that time... meaning another dead end.
I reached for my burrito and ever so slightly flinched at the older man with wispy white hair standing beside my booth seat, staring at me.
"Can I help you?" Silas questioned sternly.

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Eclipse of Vengeance
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