Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #19 October 2015 | Page 53

data from all sides were immense. It made him even
more convinced that this spat between witches and
demons was pointless. He didn’t know how to help fix
that, but for now he mostly focused on figuring out as
much as he could. Jake was a huge help. Most demonic languages had only slight variations between them,
but they were nevertheless confusing, and Jake’s
translations helped a lot. Some of the things that they
read were so amazing to both of them that they had to
sit a while and stare at each other to make sure they
were actually reading that.

But diseases were still a problem. Hence why she
downed a glass of magical disease blocker, a potion
Malik taught her how to make before going out, just in
case she landed someone.
The redhead on the stage stopped for a moment
as one of her band mates played a guitar solo. She
picked up a bottle from the stage and drank from it.
When she stopped, the reason the band only performed
at night was obvious. Her fangs had grown, urged by
the taste of bottled blood. She raised her bottle and
winked. Jake raised his beer in response.

Hard rock music made them drop the topic. As
the band had been setting up, a lot of demons arrived,
but as soon as the band started playing the place got
really packed. The three guitars and a drum rang out
across the entire bar, encouraging all to flock to the
dance floor, while the girl, who had apparently mastered using the guitar pedals in her heels, let her gruff
loud vocals bounce off the walls.

“I gotta say, I still can’t believe you were that
band’s manager.” Lucas stared at the stage.
“I didn’t, I just introduced them.”

“She’s good.” Lucas was nodding to the beat.
Margo downed her beer and got up. “I’ll go
and dance.” She walked to the dance floor and melded
with the crowd. In the normal human world, her Amazonian appearance made her stand out. Here it was
the way she carried herself. Margo allowed the music
to course through her body, heating up her blood. All
she wanted from the slew of people around her right
now was a body, not necessarily warm-blooded, for
her to use for a while. She wasn’t safe enough for a
relationship, so she didn’t try. But she still needed a
release from time to time, and when it came to that,
she didn’t particularly care if the body next to her was
demonic, human, female, male, with fangs, or without.
She didn’t concern herself with labels, for most of her
life being too strange to label, but she had to admit
that she was pleasantly surprised when Jake informed
her this part of her was not, in fact, too strange. Her
omnisexuality was a string of normalcy. Margo had a
knack for being oddly responsible when doing things
ordinary people would consider dangerous. A halfVuur could not get pregnant if they didn’t want to—a
perk coming from the bodily function that allowed
Vuurs to mate by growing whatever number and type
of genitals they needed and then disposing of them.

“Yeah, and managed to keep them off the
streets, make them relatively famous and turn them
from vamps that have to break into butcher shops for
blood to vamps that can afford to buy it from banks.”
Patrick flashed a wide grin. “Is my husband awesome
or what?”
Jake cracked up, and showed his appreciation
via a glomping hug. Lucas liked seeing them together.
They were the happiest couple he knew.
He planned on spending the night drinking root
beer and listening to good music, but he actually found
himself talking to girls. Even flirting. He hadn’t done
that since he met Angel