by Martha Woods
I ignore him and carry on. “And if I go to him with this new development, he will lock me up and throw away the key.”
“I don’t expect you to do anything about it. And actually, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone what I’ve just told you. If it gets into the media, or too many people start talking about it, he’ll flee again, and it could take years to find him. And I’m close this time. I can feel it.”
“But how will they ever catch him if they don’t know what they’re looking for?”
Vincent snorted. “You really think they’ll catch him? You’re delusional.”
Ok, he had a point. Not about me being delusional, he had actually just proved I wasn’t, but about the rest of it. How could Rick and the team even hope to track a supernatural Shaman that can transform himself into a werewolf at will? The very idea is preposterous.
“So why tell me all of this if you don’t want my help? Is it just an ego boost or something?”
Vincent laughs again. “My ego’s pretty big as it is, thank you. I’ve told you for two reasons. Firstly, I need you to stop talking about vanishing men and necks being bitten. Of course, your boss doesn’t believe that, but the press would have a field day with it, and with all the publicity, Elric would flee again.”
That makes sense. “Ok. I won’t mention it again. You maybe should have told me that earlier.”
He shrugs. “Yes, because of course, you would have listened to me as you stood over the body of the woman you thought I’d just killed.”
“Fair point,” I say with a wry smile. “You said there were two reasons. What’s the other one?”
“The second one is the most important one. You’re in danger, Amy. Elric is coming after you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about his warning. It’s a perk of the job,” I say dismissively.
“Warning?”
“Yeah. You know, the photo? Don’t pretend you don’t know. Why else would you tell I’m in danger?”
“I don’t know anything about a photo, but it doesn’t sound good. Elric is becoming bolder, teasing of his next move. This isn’t good at all. That wasn’t what I meant, though. You’re in danger because of me.”
“Because of you?” I snort out a laugh. “That ego’s taking over. I’m in danger because I worked the case. He’s making a point, that’s all.”
Vincent shakes his head sadly. “No,” he says. “You’re in danger because I’ve taken an interest in you. That night we first met and I tried to compel you. You were immune. I have never met a human that has been able to resist a vampire’s compulsion before.”
“I don’t understand,” I say.
Vincent looks away from me. He stares down into his lap where his clenched fists twitch nervously.
“I sought you out, Amy. I spoke to you in that alley. I found you at that bar. And now, because of that, you’re in danger. Elric will kill you to get at me.”
I swallow. I am in danger. But there is something about Vincent’s behavior that is more than just protectiveness. I sense that Vincent has a bit more than an interest in me. But I am pretty sure that isn’t what I’m supposed to be getting from this conversation.
I allow myself to look closely at him as he sits not meeting my gaze. I see something I don’t expect to see. Gone is the arrogant façade, and in its place is a vulnerability. A fear of rejection. I can’t help myself. I reach out and squeeze his hand. He’s taken his gloves off, and the skin beneath is cold to the touch. Of course. Vampire. He looks up and meets my eye. I feel the hypnotic pull of Vincent’s gaze and I reel a little bit. It feels almost like I’ve begun to feel the effects of some alcohol, even though my hangover has subsided and I am now decidedly sober.
“Do you understand now?” he asks. I think, if he hadn’t spoken when he did, I would have straddled him right then and there in my living room.
I nod. I do.
I am a pawn in their centuries old game. Elric would use me to take down his enemy. I am bait. I would die. Suddenly, the reality of that hits me. I feel my stomach clench, and the color drains from my face.
“Please don’t be afraid,” Vincent says. “I won’t let him hurt you. I just needed you to know what was going on here so when you see me around, you aren’t concentrating on watching me. You need to be alert at all times.”
“What else?” I ask, all business now. I have no idea how to kill a shaman or, worst-case scenario, a vicious werewolf. But I am willing to learn.
“Nothing else,” Vincent says. “You need to trust me to protect you. And don’t interfere. Whatever happens, whatever you see, leave it to me to deal with. If something comes for you, just run, ok?”
I nod slowly, not sure I can actually keep the promise if the time comes. But strangely, I feel that I do trust Vincent. Me, the cynic who trusts no one, especially men, can quite happily trust a vampire with her life, apparently. Not that I have much choice in the matter, it seems.
“I will die before I let him hurt you, Amy.” He speaks with such passion, such intensity. I know he means it. I know he would sacrifice himself for me. It won’t come to that, I tell myself. He is a vampire, for god’s sake. Vampires are strong. I know how strong Vincent is. My frantic escape attempt when I came into the apartment hadn’t even caused him to take a half step back.
“Don’t you want to scream and shout and tell me I’ve ruined your life or anything?” Vincent asks.
The moment of vulnerability is long gone, and his cocky, charming demeanor is back in full force.
I laugh. “Nah,” I say. “You’ve just made it a bit more interesting.”
“Well, that’s one way of looking at it.” He smiles. “But know this: this is only the beginning. When Elric is out of the way, I’ll show you what interesting feels like.”
I feel a shiver go up my spine. Not a shiver of fear, a shiver of longing. I want him then and there. I find I don’t even care that he might be using mind control, a compulsion he’d called it, on me. I need to feel his hands on me, his lips on me. I need to feel his body pressed up closely to mine.
He stands up and the fantasy slips away.
“Stay safe Amy. I’ll see you later.”
And without another word, he vanishes, just like that, and I am left alone with my thoughts. My delicious thoughts of what he meant by making things interesting once Elric is out of the way.
I want Elric gone more than ever. Of course, I don’t want him to mutilate any more women, but at the risk of sounding like a complete sociopath, it is more about the unspoken promise of what is to come.
Chapter 6
That night my dreams are vivid, but not frightening. I dream of Vincent and all the things those cold lips could do to my body. In the morning, I feel a craving inside I’ve never felt towards a person. I don’t want to date the undead, but my body definitely wants to do more with Vincent than I am personally comfortable with.
I get up early, or more accurately Rick forces me to get up by showing up at my door promptly at 8 a.m. I asked him yesterday to come by and take me to the range for some badly needed target practice. It is time to start carrying my revolver even when off duty. I didn’t exactly expect him to arrive this early, though. As I get ready, he turns on the TV so I can listen to the news discuss the stream of new murders. The murderer has begun upping his game by killing two only days apart, they say. Women are being told to stay at home, but I know that will not necessarily make them safe. Locked doors don’t seem to keep vampires out, contrary to my belief that they needed to be invited in. If vampires can get into a locked apartment, I can’t imagine that a shaman would have trouble. I am going to have to make a trip to the library and read up on the undead, shamans, werewolves, the whole nine yards – then ask Vincent what is real and what is fake. Not that I really think he will give away all vampire secrets, but maybe he will impart some wisdom to me.
I have some major guilt as well, watching the burden Rick is carrying trying to solve these murders. I know what is causing all t
he killings and for once I’m unable to explain to Rick what is happening with science. He would never believe me anyway. Rick is a by-the-book kind of detective. Supernatural things don’t exist, and I couldn’t take him thinking any less of me if I tried to convince him they did.
“Ready?” I ask as I finish my cup of coffee.
“Been waiting on you,” he says, getting to his feet.
We get to the range at 9 a.m. I’m a good shot, but today my mind isn’t where it needs to be. I’m obsessing over Vincent and everything he told me the night before – and that damn dream.
“Are you alright after what happened to you?” Rick asks.
“Yeah, I think so,” I say, putting my gun down and taking off my earmuffs. I’ve been aiming for the head and have missed three times. One shot is a dead center, but I know that isn’t enough to take out a vampire, and probably not an evil werewolf shaman either. Aiming for the heart is difficult – maybe if I used a shotgun, I would do better, or at least I would have more of a chance of hitting the target with the spray.
“I think that’s enough for today,” Rick says.
“Hey, do you think you can teach me how to use a knife hand-to-hand?” I ask.
Rick gets a look of surprise on his face. I know basic martial arts already, but not a lot of hand-to-hand combat. It isn’t as if it is really necessary in my line of work. I’m really looking for some training on how to remove the head of a shaman werewolf. I don’t think Rick can teach me that. Even the thought of it gives me chills.
“I can find someone to start teaching you,” Rick says after a long pause.
“Thank you,” I reply.
He drives me home. I try at conversation, but little comes up. Rick talks about the murders and reassures me that he is going to get someone to train me in combat.
“I put a protection detail on you,” he says as he pulls up to my apartment complex.
“You did what?” I blurt out.
“Stay inside as much as possible. I’m going to make sure we have an eye on you till we find this freak,” Rick says.
“You have no right to interfere with my life like that,” I say, genuinely angry.
“I already had one heart attack seeing that picture of you; I’m not going through that again. Police officers are being placed at your apartment complex just in case. It’s best you tell that friend of yours, Cara, not to go out either,” Rick lectures me.
“I’m capable of taking care of myself,” I say.
“Look, we’re closing in on the perpetrator, or he wouldn’t be becoming more active. You know that means he’ll be more volatile, more dangerous than before,” he says.
I can feel my face burn red. It’s not like I can’t survive a week or two without getting out of the house; Netflix is great for that. But everyone wanting me safe, trying to protect me, is getting under my skin. I go silent. It is already done – until Elric is gone, it looks like my life can’t go back to normal.
I don’t invite Rick back up to my apartment. I’m too angry at him. He doesn’t apologize for what he’s done, just tells me he’ll be calling me soon to set up my hand-to-hand combat training. Now I’ve got a lot of free time to do nothing.
On my way through the lobby, I run into Damon and freeze. I’d forgotten he’d moved into the building. He doesn’t look like he’s had a decent night’s sleep in several days, but when he sees me his face lights up in a smile, showing off his dimples. Instantly my legs are wobbly, and the anger is being replaced with the healthy nerves I get around Damon.
“Hey, Amy,” he says. He leans casually back against the wall.
“Hi, Damon,” I say.
“Still think I’m stalking you?” he jokes. I can feel the blush come to my face. Damon doesn’t seem to notice. He looks like he wants to ask me something.
“I don’t know what to do with you, Amy. I want to get to know you better. Would you be willing to go out to dinner with me tonight?”
My brain freezes over. Did Damon just ask me on a date? I stare at him, shocked. It’s like all my little day dreams are coming true, and yet it’s the most reasonable thing to happen to me since this whole thing started.
“Don’t answer right away,” Damon teases.
“You look like you need to get some rest,” I tell Damon. What? You need some rest? Am I trying to tell him he looks like crap? And I haven’t even accepted his offer.
“Yeah, I’ve been up all night. I’m going to go in and sleep,” he says.
“Do you work night shift?”
“Something like that,” he says. This guy is a total mystery to me –lurking suspiciously at crime scenes, calling me in the middle of the night, by some coincidence moving into my apartment building – but I am being given the opportunity to get some answers, at the very least, and maybe even get to know him more. And if I am out with him I won’t have to worry about a vampire coming in to harass me with his supernatural drama again.
“So…dinner? Where’d we land on that?”
“I’m down,” I say, trying to sound smooth.
“I could pick you up at your apartment, seeing as we both live here and all. What number are you?”
I tell him, because I don’t think he’s a threat to me. And anyway, if he really has been stalking me, he could have found out on his own easily enough. I’ll gauge his actions tonight at dinner and decide for sure whether can trust him or not.
“Cool, I’ll knock on your door around 7, when the sun goes down. Is that okay with you?”
“Sounds perfect,” I say as I run a hand through my hair, attempting to look casual.
His eyes dart down to the gun that is holstered at my hip.
“Been to the range?”
“Yeah, a little target practice. A girl can’t be too safe,” I say.
“If you have a conceal carry you’re welcome to bring it. Just don’t shoot me,” he flashes a smile.
He is inviting me to go out with him armed? Really? I feel a flush deep inside, liking Damon more and more.
“I’ve got one too,” he says. “I hope you don’t mind me being armed. It’s been a little unsafe walking the streets these days.”
“No, not at all,” I say.
He nods his head and starts towards the elevator. I need to go up as well, but now I feel awkward riding the elevator with him, seeing as we’ve basically finished our conversation. So I linger in the lobby. I’ll just check my mailbox and then catch the next elevator. I may be as awkward as they come, but at least I’m tactical about it.
“I’ll see you at 7 then,” he says. “Want to drive separate or is riding with me okay?”
“I can ride with you,” I respond.
“Cool, see you then.” He does a little wave and disappears as the elevator doors shut him in.
I wait anxiously for the next elevator. I have it all to myself, and as soon as the doors slide shut I do a little dance to get the jitters out. Damon just asked me on a date, he wants to date me and get to know me. Oh my god! I can’t believe it. After all the awkward conversations I’ve had with him, he doesn’t think I’m a complete idiot. But what does he do for a living? I wonder. He said he works the night shift. Where? I guess that’s a question I can ask over dinner. The whole dating process is really a mystery to me. I usually just sort of fall into my relationships. It’s the leaving them part that I do deliberately.
Once I’m calmed down I pull out my phone and dial Cara’s number. After two rings, I hear her sleepily pick up the phone.
“Damon asked me on a date,” I blurt out.
“Amy?” she says sleepily. Even though it’s early afternoon, I’m not surprised. It’s the weekend. She’s probably catching up on some much needed sleep.
“Yes, sorry for waking you, but Damon and I are going to dinner tonight!”
“Oh my god, are you for real?”
“Yes! He just asked me. Oh god, what am I going to wear?” I say. Well, something that I can wear my concealed carry under. That certainly limits my
wardrobe on sexy outfits.
“Just be casual with him. It’s the first date. Don’t want to overdo it. I don’t think he’ll take you anywhere too fancy,” Cara says. I can tell she is waking up more.
“Right, casual.”
“It’ll be fun. In all this madness, at least you get to go out,” Cara says.
“What do you mean?”
“My parents begged me to stay inside because of all these murders. They want me to come home.”
Right, the murders. My good mood starts to slip away no matter how hard I try to hold onto it. Suddenly, the memories of my nightmares feel very real again as I think of all the women who have been murdered. Their faces appear in my mind, as if their ghosts are standing right in front of me. I hear Cara talking, but I can’t concentrate on what she’s saying. I’m standing in my kitchen, and suddenly the dead are surrounding me. I don’t know if I should scream or apologize to the girls who are staring at me, their faces forlorn and accusatory.
“Amy, Amy are you there?” Cara says, her voice jarring me back to the present. I watch the apparitions disappear. I touch my face, and tears are coming down my cheeks.
“Y…yeah, I’m here, sorry.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just got distracted.”
“I’m worried about you there alone, Amy,” Cara says.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got Bella—” a horrible guard dog, really “—and I can ask Damon if I need help,” I say. “Maybe I could ask him to sleep on my couch if things get any worse.”
“You should ask him to sleep in your bed,” Cara says.
“Not on a first date!” I don’t have anything against that, but I tend to find that the guys stick around longer if you make them wait a bit. Usually, it wouldn’t make that much of a difference to my non-romantic sensibilities, but Damon…I am starting to seriously crush on Damon.
“I’m just saying, might do you some good; you’ve been so uptight lately.”
“One thing at a time, Cara. Let me see if I can survive having a normal conversation with him first,” I tell her.