They are the cause of many legends, myths, and fairy tales. And they still live among us.
Someone is slaughtering young women in London, and using the same methods as Jack the Ripper did in the late 1800s. As much as the Metro police try to deny it, all signs point to the fact that the infamous killer could be back - somehow, some way.
Ex-lovers and now partners, Jahar Viento and Fasha Bycote are sent to track down the murderer, whom they believe is actually the work of a Breacher. A Breacher who may have found a way to transcend time. A Breacher known as a garphar. Or, more commonly, a vampire.
Their abilities, their past history together, and their still fiery attraction to each other will be sorely tested as they draw closer and closer to the killer...
Because it will take a vampire to kill a vampire.
Fasha used the pub's phone booth for the privacy it afforded, not because she needed to use the phone. She had her own she could use. Checking the time, she noted her parents were probably just sitting down for lunch. Whereas she and Jahar were waiting to be served supper.
It took one ring before the familiar voice answered. "Miss Bycote. By what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
She sat in stunned silence for a moment. She'd half expected for a secretary to answer, not the man himself.
"Mr. Morrow, there are some things I need to check with you about."
"You're wanting more information about garphars, am I correct?"
She started to reply to the affirmative, when he added, "Are you being affected by this case in ways that concern you, Miss Bycote?"
Her anger briefly flared. "You’re damn right it is. I'm having flashbacks to the real murders! It's like I'm there, living through those nightmares!"
"And you're calling me because you don't understand why," he finished.
"Let's just cut out the bullshit, Mr. Morrow. You know what I am. That's why you sent me here. To ferret out my own kind."
Several seconds of silence answered her. She was about to inquire if the man was still on the line, when he spoke.
"Miss Bycote, did your parents ever tell you about foretelling?"
"Foretelling? Are you talking about premonition? I'm not talking about seeing what's to come. I'm seeing things as they happened! I'm reliving those murders, and I'm the victim!" She knew her voice revealed her worry and fear, but she couldn't help herself.
"Foretelling may mean premonition when it comes to humans, but in your case, or shall I say, in the case of Breachers, it's not often the same thing." Morrow's calm words were soothing.
"How do you mean, not the same thing?"
"In your case, foretelling can be knowing who your intended mate is directly upon meeting them."
"Let me assure you, Mr. Morrow. That killer is not my intended mate," she hastily retorted.
Morrow continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Or foretelling can be a way for you to tell when you've come in contact with another Breacher."
She took a deep breath. "So what are you telling me? I already know we're tracking another Breacher. You said so yourself. That's why we're here, isn't it? That'll it'll take a vampire to kill another vampire?"
"Precisely, Miss Bycote. But foretelling can also be a way for you to prepare for the encounter which is to come. The closer he gets to you, the more strength you will need to have in order to face him. And to defend yourself." He paused. "If it's any consolation, you do know the female of your species is stronger than the male, don't you?"
She nodded, even though she knew the man wouldn't see her. "I've been told."
"Good. Is there anything else? I got Mr. Viento's report, by the way. Please tell him thank you for me."
"One other thing, Mr. Morrow. So, by this foretelling, if I come in close contact with another garphar, I'll be able to identify him? On that paper you gave us at the airport, it states that most Breachers know when they're in the presence of another Breacher, but that doesn't apply to garphars. Why not?"
"We haven't been able to figure that out. You may not necessarily identify him as another garphar, nor will you be able to tell if he's even a Breacher. From what I've gathered, the only garphar you'll be aware of is the one who pushes your emotional buttons. Your fear, your sense of self-preservation, pay close heed to those signals and trust your instincts. By your report and this conversation, it sounds as if you're close to taking down our killer. Take care, Miss Bycote. And good luck."
The phone went dead as Morrow ended their call. Fasha stuffed the cell into her jacket pocket and went to join Jahar at their table.