Creative Tuesday – Bleedfeeders Chapter 5
More of the Tempest Solaris story, “Bleedfeeders.”
The girl sat inside at the bar as the alley swarmed with police. Solaris offered the girl a glass of water, graciously provided by the club owner. Solaris gazed at the owner, silently gesturing for him to give him and the girl from privacy. Once the owner moved away from the bar, Solaris returned his attention to the girl.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Isy,” she replied, her shaking hands slowly raising the glass to her lips. He took a sip, but allowed the glass to linger.
“Can I ask what you were doing here now?”
“I was looking for a friend of ours…”
“Ours?” Isy nodded.
“I was here with two of my friends, Gwen and Morgan,” she continued, “We had tickets to see the Bleedfeeders last night. I’m not really a big fan, but Morgan likes them. Anyway, we were here for a while, but Gwen and I got bored. We wanted to take off to another place, but Morgan wanted to stay. We argued about it for a while, and we decided to let Morgan stay.” Isy took a swallow of water, “That was the last time we saw her.”
“You wouldn’t have a picture of her, would you?” Isy reached into her purse and pulled out a driver’s license.
“You keep her driver’s license?”
“I was holding onto Morgan and Gwen’s licenses. I was the designated driver. Neither would ever drive without their licenses, no matter what.” Isy shrugged. Solaris took the license from Isy and took a look at the picture.
It was the dead girl. He looked at the name, Morgan Fey. Finally they had a name to go with the face. Unfortunately, he needed to be absolutely sure. He removed the picture of the dead girl from his pocket and showed it to Isy.
“Is this her?” he asked, dreading the answer he expected. Isy looked at the picture, recognizing it almost instantly.
“That’s Morgan,” she answered before the full scope sank in, “Oh, God, is she?” Solaris nodded.
“I’m sorry.” Isy began to sob. She leaned forward, looking for a shoulder to cry upon. She found Solaris’. It was something he was unfamiliar with, something that gave him the most trouble. It was difficult for him to empathize with the Terrans, especially in cases like this. Still he tried.
“I know this is difficult, but can you describe your attacker?” Isy shook her head.
“That’s okay. Do you think that if you saw him again, you’d recognize him?” Isy thought for a moment, still shaking from the attack. Silently, she nodded.
“I think so, yeah, I’m pretty sure I could.” Solaris felt his cell phone vibrate on his hip. He excused himself before answering the phone, away from Isy.
“Solarstorm,” Marty somberly said on the other end. The line crackled, but held, even with Marty going stage four. Solaris figured he must be on a land line.
“How’re you doing?”
“Not well. I’m going to make arrangements with someone to help you with the rest of the case, then…” Marty didn’t finish his thought, but Solaris knew what he was going to say. He had just been through it with Ron.
“There is something,” Marty continued, “The remnants of the bleed in the girl.”
“As near as I can tell, it’s dead. I’m guessing that there just isn’t enough energy in a solid form for it to live.”
“Wouldn’t that mean there isn’t enough for a bleedfeeder to…”
“Not if they’re desperate enough, I’m guessing.” Marty remained silent on the other end for a moment, “It was good working with you, Solarstorm.” The line clicked. Solaris shook his head as he closed his cell phone. He rubbed his eyes for a moment, before looking at the poster the band poster for the Bleedfeeders.
“I think I’m going to have to catch a show.”