Norman, the Sasquatch aka Big Foot, has been captured near the small town of
Stigler, Oklahoma (in the mundane world.)
Master Healer Margaret Mai Lynn officially reported no serious injuries,
stating she stabilized a broken leg. I found out later, she broke Sídhí law by
completely healing a ruptured artery in the mundane rancher when he tried
calling for help. If she hadn't healed him, he would've died.
For all you mundanes out there, be very wary of healers. Never, not unless
you are seconds from dying, ask a healer to help you. Trust me you'll probably
end up dead. When it comes to a mundane, a healer is more dangerous than a
You see, healers can heal Sídhí.
Vampire, dragon, shapeshifter, it doesn't matter which Sídhí race as long as
a person has synth crystal in their blood a healer can pull energy from herself
and the injured person. This allows the healer enough energy to heal a Sídhí,
even if the Sídhí is near death.
Unfortunately, when a healer attempts to heal a mundane the person's very
life essence is sucked out. Sucking a person's essence is very addictive.
That's why most valleys have banned healers from visiting Earth, a ruthless
practice, but effective.
On a happy note, the mundane rancher is alive. He fell into a coma due to
his life's essence nearly getting sucked dry, but Healer Margaret swears he'll
wake-up in a month or two.
Oh dear! I've gone off on one of my tangents, haven't I? On to the events of
Friday night, which lead to Norman's capture!
I parked my ancient Chevy truck next to the brick ranch house in the nick of
Clan Guardian Alexander stood on the porch, berating Healer Serena for
nearly killing Mark. Several Clan Guardians noticed me and waved, but I steered
clear of Alexander. He would've stopped me from interviewing the victims.
I found Mark's wife and three teenage girls sitting in the living room. Each
of them stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths dropped open.
I feared the guardians had already wiped the true memories from their minds
and mentally ordered them to remain silent. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Guardian Tremaine, a really sweet vampire with dark auburn hair and a
gorgeous – repeat all rippling muscles, no fat – body, allowed me to interview
The youngest daughter, Sheila, provided the best recount of the evening. The
mother wouldn't quit sobbing and the other two girls couldn't take their eyes
off Tremaine to answer my questions.
Anyway, Sheila said they heard a horrible noise about ten o'clock.
Mark grabbed his gun, ordering his wife to lock the door behind him. He
opened the front door. Shouted (Sheila said, he sounded scared) and rapidly
fired his gun. Slammed the door shut. All the while, shouting for everyone to
run to the cellar. That's what they call storm shelters.
They ran through the house toward the kitchen. Sheila heard the front door,
a solid oak monstrosity, being ripped off its hinges.
Attached to the house, the storm shelter opened into the laundry room. They
piled in the cement room and bolted the steel door shut.
Mark was a smart man. Well, mostly. On their dash through the kitchen, he
kicked the trash can over, spilling its contents. They had spent the night
before cutting and packing a deer he shot. Yes, he killed it out of season, but
that's beside the point.
The blood kept the Sasquatch occupied.
If Mark had stayed in the storm shelter, everything would've worked out
fine. He didn't. He left to call for help and the Sasquatch chased him up a
Unfortunately, all Sasquatch have very long claws and are very good tree
Norman slashed Mark's thigh, puncturing a major artery.
Clan guardians showed up before Norman pulled Mark out of the tree, shooting
Norman with a tranquilizer dart.
Norman is now peacefully sleeping off the tranq dart. For those of you who
wish to meet Norman, his new home is a twenty acre enclosure at Mordecai's
Mordecai's has daily tours. I encourage families or individuals who want a
longer adventure to purchase one of their many tour packages, which (depending
on the package you pick) include a cabin, jet skis, trail rides, and a dozen
other wonderful extras. Tell them Jodie sent you!
On a final note, Clan guardians gave the mundane family and Haskell County
emergency workers vague memories of a rabid black bear, not a very good cover
story but it worked.
Until next time ~ Jodie B. Cooper