Blood Ties
Part 9
By Hayden Davidson
Copyrighted by before mention person
8-4-98
Disclaimer: I’m too tired to do I crazy one like I’ve been doing. Hey give me a break its 11:38pm here!! I don't own Biker mice...yadda yadda....don;t make money..you know the drill.
The sun was just rising over the city of Chicago, dispelling the darkness of the night. The residents of the fair city slowly awoke to the new day. Some yawing and stretching going about their morning routines, while others pulled the covers over their heads and went back to sleep. Neither of these things was the case a certain garage in the worse part of town.
The two occupants of the Last Chance Garage were still curled up around each other on the living room couch. Vinnie was dozing with Charley in his arms, pressed close to his body. His leg was thrown protectively over her, his face buried in her hair. Charley had her arms wrapped around Vinnie’s waist. Her head resting against Vinnie’s chest. Their sleep was peaceful as the slept in the comfort of the others’ arms.
When the phone rang from its place on the small table by the couch neither moved. It rang again, again. Insistent that someone needed to answer it. Final after the tenth ring Vinnie groaned and opened his eyes. Dam phone...they always ring when your asleep or in the shower...Untangling himself from Charley, trying not to wake the sleeping human. Picking up the reviser he rubbed sleep out of his pink eyes.
“Hello?” He muttered into the phone. He then remember to say.. “Last Chance Garage...”
There was a pause on the other end. A sharp breathe being drawn in was heard. Vinnie stated getting angry, he was about to hang up when a female voice spoke softly. “Your not Charlene Davidson....”
“No, I’m not. Can I help you?” Vinnie said more politely than he felt like.
“Actually I believe I can help you,” The female voice said, softly.
Vinnie arched his eye brow. “Come again?”
“I’m Karen Dean. I meet Ms. Davidson yesterday....” The woman on the other end paused again. “..on the subject of a very special little girl.”
Vinnie griped the phone tightly, he’s voice raising. “What do you want?” Vinnie growled into the phone.
"Nothing but to help Zoey get to her parents. I assume I’m talking to Mr. Van Wham,” Karen said with more courage in her voice than she felt. “Zoey’s father.”
How the hell she know who I am.. “Listen lady I don’t know what your trying to pull, but if this is some kind of trick....”Vinnie barked into the phone.
By this point Charley was awake and sitting up beside Vinnie looking at him. Worry was written all over her face. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she startled him slightly.
“Vinnie? Who are you talking to?” Charley asked. She could feel the anger radiating from him. His pink eyes were narrow and cold.
Looking over at her his expression changed. He put his hand over the phone. “It’s that woman..”
Oh dear..... Was Charley’s first thought. “Vinnie give me the phone..”
But Vinnie wasn’t listening to Charley, he was focused on the woman on the phone.
“This isn’t a trick. I promise you that.” Karen continued.
“How do we know--” Vinnie started.
“Charlene trusts me isn’t that enough,” Karen said, coldly. There was silence on the other end.
Vinnie looked into Charley’s eyes, she gazed pleadingly back at him. Reaching out a hand he took her hand in his. He sighed and slowly nodded at her. She squeezed his hand.
“Yes,” Vinnie said softly. “it’s enough.”
“Good,” Karen said, her voice carried the relief she felt. “Meet me at the old carnival ground outside the city.”
“I take it you want us to come alone?” Vinnie asked, his mouth pressed into a thin line. I still don’t like this. Not one bit. But Charley trusts her...and I promised her..so I guess I’ll have to go along with this woman. He griped Charley’s hand tighter.
“No you can bring whoever you want. I’m sure you’ll want to bring your friends,” Karen said.
Vinnie’s mouth hung open for a moment. Of course she’s know about my bro.s’ she knows about me an’ apparently about the stink-fishes.
“Be there at five this afternoon. I can tell you more then, it’ll be safer,” Karen continued.
“Safer for whom?” Vinnie asked, still gazing into Charley’s eyes.
“You don't want to know the answer to that, Mr. Van Wham.” Karen told the mouse. “Trust me on this.”
With that the line went dead. Slowly Vinnie hung up the phone and took Charley into his arms. Why can’t things every be simply. Every time things are going my way....
“What did she say?” Charley asked quietly.
Vinnie told her the conversation. Charley nodded when he was done. “I guess we’ll be at the old carnival grounds at five then.”
Looking down at the woman he loved, Vinnie sighed. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Charley tipped her head back, so that her chin rested on Vinnie’s chest. “She’s our daughter Vinnie, no matter how she was created.”
The strange Martian/human couple clung to each other several moments longer. As the sound of two approaching bikes came to their ears, Vinnie reluctantly pulled back.
“Go get dresses, love, my bros. will be here soon.” Vinnie kissed her on the forehead.
Charley nodded and with a last look at Vinnie, headed up the stairs. Vinnie watched her climb the stairs. She should know by now that I’ll do anything for her. I love her more than life its self...and if this Karen is tell the truth..then we have a baby...
Vinnie put his head in his hands, think his thoughts for several moments. When he heard his bros.’ bikes he stood and went to open the garage. He’d know if it was the truth soon enough.
to be conintued in part 10
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