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so?”
    “Why...?” she asked cautiously.
    It should tell you a lot about our relationship that she knew enough to ask “why”.
    “Listen, there is something happening... actually, I can’t talk about it on the phone.  Can I come?”
    “Of course,” she said.  And that was why she was the best sister.  Whether it meant her neck was at risk or not, the door was always open.
    “Oh... and do you mind if I bring a guest with me?”
    “Who?”
    “A guy I know...”
    “MAGGIE!!!  We’ve been on the phone all this time and you didn’t tell me about a guy?  Are you coming across to tell us you’ve met someone?”
    I couldn’t even stifle the laugh, “No.”
    I could almost hear her wilt with disappointment over the phone.
    “Well, fine.  But you better be at least sleeping with him.”
    “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”
    “Okay.  I love you.”
    “Love you, too.”
    And with that, we hung up in complete sync.
    My house was one of the few houses in the Other Side with a direct line to Earth.  It was a slight misuse of power, but whatevs.  Just one of those little perks of Dad’s gift.
    I threw my duffel bag to the bottom of the steps.  There was nothing in it that would break.
    I entered the room.  Killian was sitting with his leg up in my armchair, all tunic and tights.
    “So, do we need to swing by your place to pick up some stuff?” I asked him.
    “I am ready whenever you are, sweet Maggie.”
    I eyed up his gold threaded doublet and poofy sleeves.  Great.  He was going to blend in like a circus clown at the New York Stock Exchange.  But, hellz, if he wanted to go running around Earth looking like he had escaped duties at the RenFest, who was I to judge.
    “Come give me a hand,” I sighed.
    He followed me into my spare room.  In the corner stood my dusty computer and an unused futon.  I opened up the closet and flipped open a console hidden behind a sliding panel.  I input a sequence of letters and numbers, and the wall opened up to reveal my armory.  Killian gave a low whistle.
    “What?  You’ve never seen a girl’s hope chest before?” I said.
    He smiled and chuckled, “I am afraid you are not quite like the other girls I have known, Maggie.”
    I pulled down my crossbow with the silver tipped bolts, my Remington Model 870 shotgun, my Bushmaster AR-15 Semiautomatic Rifle, my Smith & Wesson Model 10 Revolver, my Colt M1911, my Glock 22, several flasks of St. Ubaldus’s Highly Holy Water, a couple crucifixes blessed at Lourdes, my Tiffany silver stakes, a MLB approved Pro Stock Louisville Slugger, and a basket full of organic garlic heads from a Whole Witch Natural Food Markets.  Killian’s eyes widened.
    “You gonna give me a hand carrying this all out to the car or what?” I asked.
    He dutifully picked up the bags as I packed them and began hauling.
    I looked out the window.  The sun was starting to set.  It had been a full day.  I walked into the kitchen where I had taken off my neckguard and clicked it back into place, spinning the dials of the locks as Killian re-entered.
    “We should get moving before dark,” I said.  “Things that go bump in the night and all.”
    He nodded.
    I poured a couple bowls of dry cat food for Mac and filled up his water fountain.  Yes, my cat has one of those fountains from the Sky Mall.  I might spend my day killing monsters with icy cold focus, but I wasn’t heartless.  You think about drinking out of a stale cup all day.  I let Killian and myself out, locking the door behind me.
    Dusk was just starting to settle across the landscape.
    As were several dark shapes flying over the treetops.
    “Shit shit shit shit shit.  Killian?  We have company!  Get in the car!”
    He looked up and took off at a full sprint.  We hit the car at the same time and had the doors open, shut, locked, and car revved before the vamps hit my property line.
    “Bounty on my head, huh?”
    Killian nodded as he tried to see where they went.
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