Why should DVDs get all the fun? now presenting the deleted scenes* from Legacy of Ghosts! In other words, The Lost Chapters. – click the link for more info.
Of course, since these are little snips, you don’t need to have read Legacy of Ghosts to enjoy them.
(Insert this in the middle of Chapter Five, on the way to the roses.)
Katelina glared into the unfamiliar darkness of the motel room. She was annoyed with the situation, annoyed with Jorick, and even annoyed with Loren. How could he be so enthusiastic about it all? But there were a lot of unanswered questions about him.
Jorick stirred next to her and murmured quietly, “You should get some sleep, Katelina.”
She agreed, but instead of taking the advice asked suddenly, “So how does Loren get away with it?”
Jorick half turned in bed to stare at her curiously. “Get away with what?”
“With being a vampire. I mean, he looks like a teenager, right? Don’t the locals notice he doesn’t ever grow up? How does he get out of going to school? And you know, that chick he was dating? I mean she was a teenager, but he’s really, what? My age or older, I imagine. Think about that age difference!”
Jorick cleared his throat noisily to stop the flow of random thoughts. “I don’t know. He just doesn’t go, and I’d have to figure up how old he was, which I don’t care enough to do.”
Not to be deterred, she demanded, “But he is from around there, right? And no one notices?”
Jorick gave a resigned sigh and rolled over to fully face her. “Yes, he’s from ‘around there’. He and his brother both were.”
“And where are his parents?” She paused, and then gave vent to her own private theory, “He didn’t, you know, suck them dry?”
Jorick’s eyebrows shot up with outraged offence. “Suck them dry?” he demanded. “Suck them dry? That’s a lovely phrase!”
She brushed off his overreaction. “Well, did he?”
“Not that I know of.” Jorick glared at her . “The next time you’re eating I should say you’ve mashed your food to death, right?”
“It’s already dead,” she pointed out, then switched back to her original topic. “So, what happened to them, then?”
He sniffed disdainfully. “They died. They were mashed to death.”
She couldn’t stop from rolling her eyes. “Very funny. What really happened to them?”
“A car wreck, I believe. I don’t know. It isn’t as though Loren and I sit around the fire trading stories of our lives! If you want to know, then ask him. I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to tell you.”
She turned the idea over uncomfortably. “No,” she answered slowly. “It would be rude to just point blank ask.”
Jorick seemed surprised. “Why?”
She fidgeted with the hem on the bedspread. “Because…. It is. If he wanted me to know, he’d tell me, himself.”
Jorick pondered the idea a moment. “Assuming he knew you were interested. I doubt it’s occurred to him that you care.”
“Oh, I don’t care,” she said quickly. “I’m just, you know, kind of curious.”
“Well, be kind of curious tomorrow and ask him.” Jorick yawned pointedly and then rolled onto his back. “For now, I’m rather tired, and we have a potentially long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Katelina murmured with no conviction. Somewhere the mood of the whole conversation had changed, as had the real topic. The letters popped into her mind and she wondered if Jorick would have the same “just ask” policy about those?
Somehow, she doubted it.