Judas and the Vampires (30 page)

“It might be pushing it, don’t you think?” said Peter, his tone more compassionate.

Little Pepino’s stayed open until eleven each night, and I knew firsthand that the kitchen remained available for patrons until midnight. Best Italian food in Knoxville…or so the staff will tell you. I didn’t wait for him to go on about how this was a bad idea, and sat up. But, the room started swimming around me again.

“See? I told ya’ll she can’t go anywhere tonight,” said Peter to Johnny and Tyreen. “It’s best if she stays here.”

He sounded like my mysterious visitor, only worse.

“Well, I know you two had planned a special night on the town,” said Tyreen, wearing her pained expression again while she nodded, as if she could picture the swirling drain my birthday celebration was being sucked down into. “We could get you two something to eat and bring it here—how about that? It might not be Little Pepino’s, but you could do a lot worse than Olive Garden. The birthday cake the girls and I brought here earlier should keep for a few days.”

“How about a couple of pizzas and a six pack of Killian’s for us all?” Peter suggested. He looked over at me after nodding to Johnny, as if my preference for the evening’s revised agenda was an afterthought. He blushed once he saw my disdainful expression, thrusting his hands into his pants pockets while nervously straightening his back with an ‘oh shit!’ look on his face.

“Actually, I’d prefer a box of truffles and a big bottle of chardonnay,” I replied, offering a grimace that would’ve been a wry smile if not for the steady throb inside my head. I mean, can a chocolate rush and wine cure an oncoming migraine? Maybe that was a little ridiculous, but at this point, nothing sounded good…nothing but a long night of restful sleep. And just an hour ago I felt totally jazzed to go out and celebrate the final phase of my teenager status.

It made me wonder even more about my earlier visitor…. Him showing up that night, on the birthday that announced the final stanza of my adolescence, definitely marked the event to where I’d likely never forget. I shuddered at the thought it might’ve been this pasty stranger’s intent in the first place.

“Hey, sweetie…Johnny and I should go so you two can decide how you want to spend tonight,” offered Tyreen, exchanging looks with Johnny before moving up to kiss my forehead. “If you need anything, call me. I don’t care how late it is. I’ll leave his broke ass and be here in a minute, or go out and get anything you need.” She chuckled, amused at her own joke while Johnny scowled.

“All right…sorry for the trouble,” I told her, smiling weakly. “Peter and I should be okay, once we figure out dinner.”

“I’ll call you guys if her condition worsens,” Peter added, moving to the door. 

Tyreen and Johnny followed him. After a hug from her and a brother handshake from Johnny, he closed the door behind them.

***

     Peter stayed with me all night. Despite my early protests that I could handle things on my own just fine, I was actually glad he didn’t leave. 

He ordered a pizza for us after I declined his proposal to order Chinese…I just didn’t think my stomach could handle fried pork or anything like it. As if the pizza wouldn’t wreak havoc on my system either! But, it was good, and I started to feel better. Not enough to go dancing as originally planned, but ready to enjoy a night of backgammon, DVDs, and snuggling with him. 

I did, however, sneak a peek in the mirror at my neck around ten o’clock. Not only was there still no sign of the puncture wounds that drew my blood earlier, the redness around my birthmark had faded noticeably. And, there was no tenderness.

Peter tried to sing happy birthday to me after dinner.  At least there were no dogs or cats present to chime in, or it might’ve been a really awful serenade. Still, his vulnerability made him so adorable. It rose up the ante in regard to the push-pull tug on my heart.

Sometimes, I thought about the tense excitement between us when we first started dating, hoping to hang onto that feeling. Such incredible intoxication! The beginnings of love, that tender bud of burning desire which nearly drove me mad at times, even though I suspected the feeling was always a little stronger with him than with me.                                                                                                      

But that night it was almost impossible to think of any romance with him, or reflect upon our best intimacies since September. Instead, I found my thoughts drawn repeatedly back to tonight’s pale intruder…Garvan. Garvan, the magician…or, better yet, the messenger of doom. Maybe he’s just some guy who happens to portray a dashingly handsome vampire.

A vampire?

Such nonsense! But, for some reason, that thought made him seem more real. Worse was the fact that this single thought lifted my heart for him, this stranger, while pulling a little bit more from my current beau. Not even my mysterious illness and the dried blood absorbed by a handful of Kleenex tissues in my wastebasket could dampen Garvan’s allure. Nor did his inhuman ability to appear and disappear in an instant change my attraction to him. If nothing else, I desired to find out
who
and
what
he truly was. 

What stayed most with me that night was not the wound to my neck, or our brief conversation. It was his eyes. They were so unusual in their fiery luminance, as if fueled by some unfathomable ocean of feeling. Magnetic, dangerous, and very hard to get out of my mind. 

But, all of this engendered other questions as well…much more worrisome. If, per chance, he were a vampire, what would he want with
me
, a warm-blooded human being? Other than to suck my body blood-dry I couldn’t think of a good reason. And, again, why would Garvan show up the evening of my nineteenth birthday? Was that merely a coincidence born out of his stated concern for my welfare? 

None of it made sense. At least, not yet. There was so much more to this puzzle that I had just begun to get pieces for.

I shuddered again as I thought about it all, and the swirling questions stayed with me long after Peter and I said goodnight. He slept in my top bunk while I took Tyreen’s bed below. Soon after midnight I heard him snore. How I longed for that same sweet solace, especially once the whispered voices returned. I couldn’t help but listen, straining my eyes to discern elusive movement in the shadows outside my window. Until finally, I lost the battle to stay awake.

Chapter 4

It’s funny how things seem so different in the full light of day. When I awoke the next morning, the girls on my floor were already moving back and forth from the showers to their rooms. Any male company had quietly departed, except for my guy. Peter reluctantly left once I shooed him out after demonstrating I was all right. I assured him that whatever illness I suffered from the night before had left me completely. Surely, the frantic scamper around my dorm room to gather my shampoo, soap, and toothpaste helped sell the notion I was fine.

Tyreen had just returned to our room when I finished my shower. Already dressed in jeans and her favorite beige pullover, she apparently was waiting on my butt to get ready, so we could eat breakfast together. As she had the night before, she looked upset. She tapped her right foot nervously, while sitting on the edge of her bunk bed.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” I told her, while moving over to my dresser to put my lotion away and grab my makeup bag. “I haven’t had a chance to make your bed yet, but I promise to do it right after I dry my hair.” I grabbed my hairdryer and brought it over to the vanity’s mirror.

“It’s okay, honest…really it can wait until later,” she assured me. The look of worry remained. “You seem a lot better. Are you feeling as good as you look?”

Right then I resembled a drenched river-rat with my hair dripping upon my shoulders. Her wan smile told me this wasn’t a joke at my expense. Tyreen has often stated her envy of how my hair holds just enough natural curl to where I don’t need to dry it fully.

“I’m feeling much better,” I said, offering a bright smile. Maybe even a little exaggerated, since her foot had begun tapping again. I worked diligently to put my makeup on. “So, did you and Johnny have some fun after you left last night?”

“We did…although I guess he didn’t care much for my little joke about leaving his ass behind if you needed me,” she said, winking and chuckling for a moment. Then she grew serious. “Did you hear about the murder that took place on the north side of campus last night?”

“What?!”

I was in the process of securing my earrings when I whipped my head around to face her.

“When did it happen?” I scarcely believed what I heard. “Was it someone we know?” 

“No, but it was a student,” she confirmed, and then sighed, deeply. “The victim lived off campus, in one of the apartment buildings off 21
st
Street.”

Not that Knoxville is a crime-free city—far from it.  However, the last murder involving UT students took place a couple of years ago, so this news came as a shock.

“It was a girl,” Tyreen continued, her eyes misty. “They showed her picture on the news earlier this morning, when Johnny wanted to see how the Cavs did last night…. She looks just like
you!”

She started to weep. I may not be as softhearted as her, but I do have compassion for others, and for her especially. I rushed over and threw my arms around her. She bawled on my shoulder while I held her tight.

“Damn it, I really thought something bad had happened to you—that you somehow bullheaded your way into making Peter take you out after all!” said Tyreen between sobs. “It wasn’t until Johnny told me the name—some other weird name like yours, but different—that I started to settle down. I thought I was going to have a heart attack—really, I did!”

I didn’t know how to respond to this, or even if I could.  When I opened my mouth to say something, my throat constricted. All I thought of was Garvan’s warning. Someone waited outside—somewhere on campus, and intended to take my life. Could this killing be related, especially if the victim looked a lot like me?

When I awoke that morning, to warm sunlight pouring into our dorm room, my first thought was the previous night’s craziness was largely in my head. Garvan was just some handsome weirdo who happened to sneak into my room—maybe while Tyreen and I were in class across campus. I felt incredibly foolish for assuming something as crazy as a vampire had visited me. Maybe I had tripped over my shoes and hit my neck somehow. It really bummed me out that my birthday celebration plans got botched like that.

Now I wasn’t so sure what happened. I had to deal with the reality that Garvan might be more than what I passed him off as. Regardless of anything else, I had to accept the reality that he might’ve saved my life.

“Well…are you going to say something or just let me carry on like this by myself?” said Tyreen, when all I could do was shake my head. “It really could’ve been
you
, you know!”

“When did the murder take place?” There, I said something.
     “Johnny said the police aren’t sure of an exact time. I’m sure it happened after we came to check on you,” she said, pausing to take a deep breath. She was regaining her composure.

“Did the police say how it happened?”

Tyreen shook her head, and patted me on the shoulder, letting me know she was ready to get up.

“No…just that the girl was attacked and killed,” she told me, as she gathered her purse and backpack and headed toward the door. “Are you coming? We can talk about this later. I’m sure we’ll learn a lot more as the day goes on.”

“That would be my guess,” I agreed. Really, I didn’t want to speculate any further, as my head already swam with a plethora of questions. Concentration during my morning classes, English Lit and Poli-Sci, would already present a major challenge. “Let’s go eat.”

***

Irma Goizane. That was the victim’s name.

Strange name, like mine, and like Ybarra, Goizane is Basque. 

Tall and slender, with light skin, dark hair, and green eyes—she looks a lot like me, or
looked
, I should say. Not as athletic as me, it’s probably the reason she couldn’t effectively fend off her attacker, or attackers. At least that’s how I’d like to think things might’ve turned out differently if it had been me, instead of Irma. Her throat was torn out entirely, and ‘word on the street’ said her head was barely attached to her body. Drained of all her blood, too, which is why the maintenance man who found her body next to a dumpster didn’t immediately see anything out of place. The corpse wasn’t lying in a puddle of blood.

Oh, I’m sure it was a grizzly affair despite the absence of blood. And, how did I find this out, when the news reports and every Internet search I accessed turned up only the standard blurb on the homicide? 

Johnny has friends. Tyreen’s boyfriend got us the scoop on what went down…although nobody could tell us
how
the crime played out. And Johnny was so anxious to tell Tyreen and me what he found out from his campus guard buddies during lunch that he completely ignored the fact we were eating. Neither of us girls finished our meals, especially after Johnny went into specific details as to what the maintenance guy found that morning.