Her Blood Sings: Episode 01 by Vivian Wolkoff Page A

her
aunt.
    "Sometimes I still see that little girl who
offered candy to every stranger that passed her by instead of the
young woman you really are." Aunt Sandra leaned closer and patted
Tamara's hand. "If you trust your earthling friends, I'm sure they
are worthy of it."
    Tamara relaxed, her lips curling into a
smile. "Thank you."
    "The Murray girl looks nice enough." Aunt
Sandra sighed. "If a little silly, but-"
    Tamara nodded. She loved Lucy, but she was silly.
    Aunt Sandra looked towards the cart the elves
used as a mobile bar. She laughed.
    Tamara followed her stare. Uncle Baltus was
trying to balance three glass bottles with amber, swirly liquid
inside in his hands and nearly dropping everything.
    "Please, Tamara, help him... before he pulls
a muscle or something."
    "Sure." Tamara and her aunt exchanged a last
smile before the girl jogged to her uncle. "Need any help?"
    Uncle Baltus, who Tamara had seen fight three
goblins during training, looked completely mystified by the small
bottles.
    "Are the bottles giving you a hard time?"
    "They're super cold." Uncle Baltus
straightened his back, trying to look dignified. "You know how I
feel about cold things."
    Tamara took one of the bottles from her
uncle's hand. She caught sight of a tank being pushed by five burly
men in white coats. A mermaid was inside. Her skin had that blue
glow of the merfolk while her tail and hair were an odd color,
between pink and violet.
    She swam in her tank, happy to be seen.
    Tamara opened her mouth to say something when
she heard Uncle Baltus hissing low next to her.
    "What the fuck?"
    Her head snapped. Uncle Baltus never
cursed.
    She spotted the earthling just as easily as
her uncle. Witches felt the energy around them; each thing had its
own pattern. In a sea of different energy signatures, an
earthling’s low hum was easy to spot. He was a few feet away from
Aunt Sandra, who was staring at the tank and waving at the mermaid,
a smile on her lips.
    The earthling, a young man, removed his long
coat. He was wearing a vest covered in explosives. Something that
looked like a remote control was in his hand.
    Tamara dropped her bottle of Honeysuckle and
started running towards Aunt Sandra.
    "DIE SUPERNATURAL SCUM!" The young man
screamed.
    He pressed a button and the world
exploded.

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