Vicious (15 page)

“You’ll protect me.”

“Yes, I will,” she said as she gently put her tiny hand over mine.

I looked up from where we touched to see her looking right into my eyes, and I was instantly lost in hers. We were still sitting on her bed in her bedroom. My heart began to thump erratically when I noticed she wasn’t breaking the gaze this time. She began to lean in closer to me.

Was this real? Had I fallen asleep in my exhaustion and was somehow dreaming this now? It felt too real to be a dream. I decided to lean closer to her too, and she got even closer to me in return.

My heart began to throw itself wildly against my rib cage as we both moved closer to one another until her face was just inches from mine. She closed her eyes and bridged the gap between us by pressing her lips against mine delicately, and I kissed her back with an emphasis I tried to control. I put one hand on her shoulder, expecting it to be rejected and thrown off, but she left it there and placed her own hand on the back of my neck to pull me in closer. It was heaven. It was bliss. It was everything I wanted, and it was interrupted.

She stiffened suddenly and ended our kiss by gently pulling away from my face a few significant inches. I opened my eyes to see hers open and looking at me, and when she spoke, she sounded mechanical and no longer intimate.

“Hi, Lulu.”

That’s it. That’s all she said, but I was in a cloud. I had been pulled from this wonderful moment by two little words. The fog lifted, and I realized the meaning of those words.

I let go of Anna’s shoulder and pulled back to see Lulu, silent little Lulu, standing at the opened door and looking at us with what looked to be embarrassment. While I was sure I looked twitchy and guilty as I separated from the embrace, Anna turned to face her with the poise and grace of a dancer.

“Anna, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have Grant’s room ready.” Lulu’s embarrassed look changed to giddiness, and she smirked curiously at me.

“Okay, thanks, Lulu,” she said mechanically.

Anna stood, and I instinctively stood as well. She turned to me and seemed to try to avoid eye contact with me at first. Was she embarrassed? Did Anna get embarrassed?

“Lulu has your room ready, Grant. It’s late, and you should sleep. I will see you later when we wake up. I’ll get Marshall to write down some directions to the library for you if you would like to go tomorrow, and you are free to use one of the cars.”

She finally met my eyes, and I was able to see through the mechanical speech she had just given me. I nodded and reluctantly followed Lulu out of the bedroom. She practically skipped in front of me as she led me through the house, and I could hear the jingling of her metal crosses and chains as she did. Her childlike giddiness seemed a strange contrast to Anna’s overdeveloped sense of responsibility. I followed the pixie up a flight of stairs and to the third door on our left. I hadn’t seen any of the others since I went to Anna room, so I looked around nervously, still remembering the look of the black-eyed vampires staring at me after my threat earlier.

“Don’t worry. They have all gone out to get supplies, even Gabriel. He did so well with you that Marshall thought he was ready for a supervised night out.”

“That’s a relief.”

“This is your room while you are here,” she said in a sing-song voice as she opened the white door in front of us.

The room was painted a faint yellow color and with the white furniture, white crown molding, and the overabundance of windows, it had the feel of a Florida sunroom. This sunny feeling seemed ironic.

“None of us like this room because of all of the windows,” chimed Lulu. “We have blackout curtains on all of our windows, but it still feels very bright even at night to me. Not appealing, but it makes for a nice guest room for humans, not that we get many of you visiting us.”

I looked at the door and saw it was significantly sturdier and thicker than a normal door would be, and when I looked at it from inside the room I saw several heavy duty locks attached to it. Lulu saw me looking and answered my unspoken question.

“Yes, you know how she is. She over thinks and overprotects. These are for you to lock yourself in when you are sleeping. She’s worried about Gabriel. None of us would do anything, but he’s so young. We can’t keep him in that cage the entire time you are here. In all honesty, he won’t do anything. If he decided to, this door would slow him down enough for one of us to come and get him in time.”

“That’s comforting,” I said uncertainly.

“Hey, you chose to stay,” she said plainly.

“Yes, I did.”

It was silent for a moment while I surveyed the bed. Staring at the soft pillows made me suddenly realize how extraordinarily tired I was. The bed looked very inviting now that my heart had calmed down from the intimate moment with Anna. When I didn’t hear Lulu make a sound for a while, I turned to see what she was doing. She was standing in the doorway, looking at me with her head tilted to the side again with that same expression of wonder and curiosity. I was beginning to hate that look.

“What is it, Lulu?”

“It is just strange. You are very strange.”

I sighed and almost laughed at the simple honesty of this pixie of a vampire. She bade me good night, and I returned the favor as I struggled to shut the heavy door behind her after she exited the room. I hesitated to maneuver the oversized locks at first, thinking maybe Anna might want to come see me again before she went to sleep, but I quickly shook the idea from my head. If I knew Anna at all, she wouldn’t try to come see me. She would want me to lock the door to protect myself, and she would be busy preparing for the next part of her mission.

I hesitated once more at the thought of our kiss before I forced all five of the locks into place. My body hit the bed with all my clothes still on, but I didn’t care. I shut my eyes while trying to push memories of that kiss out of my brain. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I was still thinking of the taste of her on my lips.

Chapter Seventeen

Grant

I awoke to an eerie silence in the house without knowing what time it was. The blackout curtains had kept the room just as dark as it had been at night, and the disorientation was dizzying. I reached over sleepily and grabbed for my cell phone to see what time it was.

The blue screen read twelve fifteen in the afternoon, but it couldn’t possibly be that late, could it? I found out just how well those curtains worked when I pulled one of them back only to be blinded by the afternoon sun. My stomach growled with the intensity it would around lunch time, and I decided to get moving if I was ever going to get anything done.

I was grateful there was an adjoining bathroom in my room. It granted me the ability to go in and take a much needed shower without ever leaving the sanctity of my room. I pondered for a moment about whether or not vampires took showers, but then I quickly decided that was idiotic. They must take showers. I had to get the notion that they were dead or magical out of my brain. With centuries of Dracula movies, it was a difficult undertaking.

The shower helped me to wake up and start thinking clearly again, and that’s when I remembered the kiss with Anna last night. The memory put me in a fog as I scrambled around the bathroom and found a newly bought toothbrush. I huffed in astonishment. The girl really did think of everything.

It wasn’t until I walked back out into the bedroom that I took in the large bolted door again. It was something that hadn’t seemed peculiar last night, but it looked really out of place in the daytime. When I went to unbolt it, I felt like I was about to walk into a theme park haunted house during the day. A barrage of fake ghosts, zombies and other made-up terrors were just waiting to ruin my nice afternoon. I moved the door with difficulty and looked out into the dark hallway to find no sign of anyone or anything. It was terribly quiet. When I looked down, I saw a stack of clothes and a note addressed to me. I took the pile of folded clothes back into the bedroom and locked the door again before I read the note.

Dear Grant,

Hope you weren’t too scared to sleep. Here are some clothes for you. Anna said you might need them because your friends have your clothes. I have some errands I need to run at dusk. Let me know if you want to come to get out of the house. The directions to the library are enclosed as is the key to the Toyota.

Sincerely,

Marshall

I went through the clothes to find a pair of khaki pants, three T-shirts, a pair of jeans and a button-down polo. Knowing the size of the giver, I was sure these would just bag on me, but oddly enough, they didn’t fit badly at all. They were a little big, but nothing that was unbearable. It was nice of Marshall to loan me his clothes, even if Anna had asked him to do so. I almost laughed at the simplicity in the note. It read almost like a child had written it because it was so simple and honest. I could see why he and Lulu were together. They both had a strangely straightforward sense of humor about them while Anna and Cat seemed so serious most of the time.

Armed with some new clothes, directions and the keys to a car, I set off to find food and the library. The house was still and didn’t stir at all as I passed through it and out of the door. I decided it was better not to check any of the other doors for fear of waking a cranky vampire and headed straight for the Toyota parked outside. I drove through the first fast food place I found and ate everything I ordered in the parking lot with a greedy intensity I had not known before. I couldn’t remember ever being this hungry. Surely I had, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember when. I even drove through a second time and ordered another round of every flavor of fried pie they had. They came in little warm boxes, and even though I knew they were probably just microwaved flash-frozen version of pastries, they were just heaven.

I got to the library with little difficulty and downed a few dozen mints to mask the smell of fries and grease I was sure lingered on my breath. The library was blessedly empty of patrons, and I hopped on the first computer without having to look at another person. I researched everything I could find on the Saint Lawrence Prison outside of Midland, Texas.

It had been given awards, and the local newspaper had bragged it had been a model prison in a time of total chaos in most correctional facilities. The prison boasted not one riot or uprising in nearly two years. It sounded exactly like what Anna had told me about their prison. I also found a list of prisoners who were currently incarcerated at the prison. I narrowed the list to only include the ones who were not married and had minimal family members alive. It would be easier to pose as a visitor for someone if there was no way they were going to have any real visitors coming that day. I printed this all out to share with Anna and my new friends. Then I went about the other research I had planned to do. This research I was not planning to share with anyone just yet.

“I’m glad that you decided to come with me.”

“Me too, Marshall.”

I was sitting in the passenger seat of the Toyota as Marshall maneuvered it through the streets. We were on an errand, but I didn’t know what it was. I had gotten back to the house just before dusk to find everyone was already awake. I was still thinking about the way Anna had beamed at me when I had given her the research I’d done for her mission. The other crucial information had been folded and safely stashed in my nightstand right before Marshall had busted into my room to see if I was going to go with him. I would give that to her later when we were alone.

“So what are we going to do?”

“We are going to get food,” Marshall responded happily.

My mind stuttered mid thought.

“Food? Does that mean blood? We aren’t going to kill anyone or anything are we, Marshall? Because if that’s what you had in mind…”

He began barking with laughter and slapped the back of my seat hard. The seat lurched and so did my stomach.

“I like you, man. You crack me up,” he said as he continued to laugh. “No, we aren’t going to kill anything. You know that much about us by now. We are going to the meat market.”

“You eat meat?”

“No, not really. Just blood, but the butchers do sell blood. People use it for all kinds of things. They know me in there, you’ll see.”

“Do they know what you are?”

“No way. They think that I am making blood boudin and selling it out of my house.”

“They don’t notice your eyes?”

“You need to understand something, Grant. We are in New Orleans. This is Cajun country. Why do you think we decided to settle here? Look around you. It’s like another world here. This is a place filled to the brim with all sorts of strange types. You saw the vampire wannabes at the hotel, right? This is a city with a long history of death and art and music that draws some strange characters to it. Our eyes mean very little to these people. Most think its artsy, like they are fun colored contacts or something. We blend here.”

“I see.”

We pulled into the parking lot of a little building in desperate need of a paint job with a sign that read
Violet’s Meat Market and Café
. Marshall parked the car, and we walked inside while I pondered what the hell blood boudin was. I decided to keep quiet and ask later. A large man behind the butcher counter greeted Marshall with an extremely thick Cajun accent as soon as we walked through the door.