by H. T. Night
“I am afraid I must wrap this up,” said Armando, his voice dropping to a whisper as he drew nearer to me.
“So are you two going to try and drink my blood?” I asked, when his face came within a few inches of mine. The scent of ginger grew stronger. I feared a repeat of last night, where in the blink of an eye my blood had been drained—enough to make me pass out. What would happen if they took even more blood tonight?
“You are so silly, Txema!” he chided me, pausing to look over at Garvan, whose face had also drawn near...so beautiful in his deathly comeliness, his brilliant eyes pulling on my heart? Or was it my very soul. “We have no intentions of defiling your sacred fountain…at least not tonight!”
He smiled, mischievously, his fangs glistening in my flashlight’s glow. They seemed bigger than before.
“As I said, we are not like the others that are here—the human chupacabras,” he continued. “Think of us instead as a holier form of humanity, and one that is immortal—at least in terms of what you understand immortal to mean. We are like the Roman Greco gods of old, as they were based on what we are. And consider this…Garvan and I do not need to read history books to learn what took place in Europe during the last five hundred years. We were there!”
“This is true,” Garvan chimed in. “I even spent many a night in Marie Antoinette’s presence, as a member of her court! Most of her aristocrat attendants had no idea that I was different from them. I never needed to powder my face to blend in!” He smiled wryly as he reminisced.
The doorknob jiggled again and a key slipped into the lock from outside the room.
“Time to go, Txema!” said Armando, his excited voice rising above the whisper he had spoken with. “Garvan told you last evening to stay indoors, and that edict remains in effect for you. This is mandatory from sunset to dawn. They are hunting for you, and are getting closer. Each victim they take will be closer to here, I fear, although I am left to wonder why they have left a corpse behind—usually they take a body with them to feed on for days and weeks…like an African crocodile.”
“They struck again?” I asked, distracted by a crack of light that had just entered my room. When I turned to look back at my visitors they had vanished.
“Yes,” Armando and Garvan’s echoed voices said in unison. “Stay alive, Txema!”
“Txema? Tyreen?” Elaine stepped into my room, armed with her own flashlight. Tall, blond, and athletic, her hair was disheveled and she looked like she barely had time to don her slippers and a bathrobe over her nightgown. “I thought I heard a man’s voice in here.”
Like a male wouldn’t be somewhere on our floor during most nights.
Nearly all of the rooms on the female wing of the fourth floor have seen their share of guys come and go. I guess maybe it’s a question of discreetness. A glance at my bedside alarm clock confirmed that notion. 2:41 a.m. Boisterous male vampires apparently had awakened one of the girls on my floor, who in turn roused Elaine from her room. It made me worry about Tyreen again, since no sound came from her bed. Did they hurt her with something stronger than a mere ‘tap’?
Suddenly two quick clicks resounded from the window, and both Elaine and I directed our flashlights to the swaying curtain.
“What in the hell?” she whispered, after she moved over to the curtain and pulled it back.
Not only was the window shut, the latch was locked.
It left her muttering to herself, staring out the window at the nearby security light’s glare and the early morning darkness beyond. A gentle breeze caressed the windowpane, and no vampires in sight.
Lucky for me, she left, though in a huff. I couldn’t tell for sure if she was mad at me, or annoyed that she didn’t find anyone. At least when she turned the overhead light on, I could tell that Tyreen was okay, sleeping soundly. And I have no doubt that once Elaine returned to her room, she promptly went back to sleep.
If only it was that easy for me. Left to think about my recent conversation, I couldn’t go to sleep right away. Yet another restless night. One theme repeated in an endless loop, keeping my weary mind awake: Garvan and Armando…. Were they truly good vampires? Or, were they more like the bad vamps they spoke about, just pretending to be good?
Only time would tell.
Chapter 6
What a difference one day can make. Twenty-four hours after a brutal homicide rocked the campus, the morning hustle and bustle in getting ready for Thursday’s bevy of classes and other events was a somber affair. Not that everyone took things seriously, as Peter and Johnny made serial killer jokes at breakfast. Enough to really upset Tyreen, her tears were the only reason her man quit making fun of what happened to Irma Goizane.
My man soon followed suit, after a rumor spread like a wildfire through the cafeteria. Another victim had been found, and this one near Humes Hall. On campus.
The menace had stealthily moved from UT’s off campus housing to the dormitories. I shuddered as I thought of Armando’s statement that the ‘others’, the more primitive vampires, were tracking my scent. Did it mean that when I passed Humes Hall on the way to my morning classes the day before I had left an invisible trail for them to follow?
I prayed this homicide was unrelated—even though the rumor included the assertion the police had already confirmed the killer, or killers, were the same ones. But I held onto my fantasy of an alternate outcome. Even after breakfast when Peter and I stepped into the morning’s sunshine, everyone around us trying to get to their classes on time smiled politely. Nearly all of them seemed at peace.
“It’s probably just a coincidence, and we don’t even know the details of this other killing,” said Peter, after I brought it up again. “Let’s not jump to conclusions until we see or hear the official report on the news.”
We had just arrived at our biology lab, and I reluctantly pulled away from his protective warmth to sit down across the table from him. His confidence and comfort made me think for the time being that things would work out somehow. Even as I sat down across from him, his penetrating deep brown eyes and infectious smile warmed me as much as his body and light spiced cologne had moments before.
“I suppose you’re right…I hope so, anyway,” I agreed, while arranging my notes while he lit the Bunsen burner that our instructor had advised us to use for the day’s lab project. “I guess it’s best to sit tight until we know for sure.”
Of course, beneath the table I was already furiously searching my phone’s internet for the latest information. Not that I was trying to be sneaky, as I intended to share whatever I found out with him once it appeared on my handset’s screen.
“Tonight when you come by, I suggest you bring a change of clothes for tomorrow,” he said. “I’ve already got plans for dinner—something to make up for what happened the other night. Stephen will have already left for Nashville by the time you arrive around six. He’s getting an early start, since his parents are planning a huge bash tomorrow night for their anniversary.”
“So, you’ll have the entire townhouse to yourself?”
I gave him a flirtatious wink, fueled by the onset of arousal since breakfast. The sense of danger enhanced my need for assurance things would be okay—something I’d say every girl needs when life is uncertain. My life over the past forty-eight hours definitely qualified.
“Yes, I do,” he confirmed, straightening the collar on his blue polo shirt after he draped his jacket over the back of his chair. “This means we will have it to ourselves tonight!”
Those eyes again, boring into my soul while he casually flipped through the Biology 101 lab book to our assignment. Normally, two other students shared the table with us, but they had yet to arrive that morning and I already assumed they wouldn’t be coming. No one wants the condescending lecture Nancy Truitt always gives to her tardy students. Better to not show up at all, seriously.
As for Peter’s invitation that night…I welcomed the opportunity to get away from the dorm—especially after back-to-back vampire visitati
ons. Peter and Stephen Tolliver hailed from wealthy families residing just south of Nashville, who were also powerful alumni of the University. So their kids got to stay wherever they wanted, and were exempt from the usual first year requirement to live on campus.
Some of my friends assumed Peter was a snob on account of his room accommodations and pedigree, not to mention his impeccable wardrobe. Even his jeans are designer and dry-clean pressed. None of that has ever mattered to me one way or another.
The townhouse he and Stephen rented was really nice; with nearly every amenity money can buy. Sort of like a mini-resort with a hot tub and small theater room, and great for parties. But the main thing I hoped for that night was for all the blood-suckers—good and evil—to respect our privacy and leave us the hell alone.
My internet search turned up only vague headlines like ‘Second victim found in Knoxville’ and “Security tightened after double murders at the University of Tennessee”. And each story gave so little information that I could’ve sworn they were published by the same source. Nothing as far as details, with ‘the police are still investigating the crime scene’ and ‘the female victim’s identity is being withheld pending notification of next of kin’ as the only advisements given.
So, another female. Dead. Not much to go on, and yet my mind and my heart already told me that by the day’s end, the crimes would be officially connected. Armando’s words, ‘each victim will be taken closer to here’ was enough to support my hunch.
After our three hour lab session, we met up with Johnny and Tyreen again, this time at the Krystal’s near campus. An early lunch, a couple of tiny burgers sounded like a good idea—something light, since Peter slipped and told me we were having filet mignon tonight. If only Johnny hadn’t felt the need to fill us in with some gory details, courtesy of his campus security friend.
“Dude, this was way worse than the last one!” he said, mostly to Peter after he broached the subject first, asking Johnny if he had ‘gotten the inside scoop yet’. “The chick’s head was almost torn off and her legs and an arm are missing!”
He almost spilled his Coke onto his fries with his exaggerated hand gestures, the large cross on a gold chain he always wears swinging wildly for a moment.
“Do you really need to gloat about this shit?” asked Tyreen, obviously irritated with his exuberance, like he was happy the killer kept the party going. You should see her green eyes when she gets pissed, even as tired as she seemed that morning. They literally become narrow slits of emerald fire. “What if it had been Txema this time?”
I felt immediately chilled by her words Once again I thought of my midnight conversation With Garvan and Armando. Their comments about the ‘others’ taking body parts with them for later snacks reverberated throughout my tired mind. I pictured my left arm, severed, still wearing the silver bracelet given to me by my grandmother last Christmas attached to the wrist. A chupacabra’s fangs worked around the bracelet, carefully avoiding the silver to get to the meat in my hand and forearm.
“What?! Damn it Tyreen, just ‘cause the dead chicks look like Txema doesn’t mean this crazy asshole will be coming after her next!” he replied, indignant. He pulled on the sleeves of his Bengals sweatshirt, as if that would give him strength against his girl’s simmering anger. “It’s anyone with dark hair and green or hazel eyes—and that’s like a quarter of the girls attending school here!”
“Well, dumbass, don’t you think it implies that it’s even more important we make sure she’s not next?”
Too late. Tyreen was really pissed off, and there was no one to rescue Johnny from the doo-doo pile he just stepped in. Even Peter slid closer to me, and I damned sure wasn’t coming to Johnny’s defense.
“Yes, it is important to make sure Txema is safe,” he said quietly, glancing sullenly at a nearby table where an older man and woman looked on. They politely nodded and then looked away. “I’m sorry, babe…sorry to you too, Txema.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him, shooting a look that pled for mercy to my roommate who whirled around to face me. “Let’s just enjoy our lunch and make plans for the afternoon. I say we skip school and go see a movie.”
Normally, this would make Peter bristle, since he wasn’t willing to take any chances on a less than perfect GPA. He hopes to become a surgeon, and the best medical schools are hard as hell to get into—something money alone can’t buy. Even Tyreen was a stickler for great grades, since her goal of being an attorney someday depended on her keeping her grants and scholarships, and she would also need additional fellowship funds when her undergraduate education was completed.
But they both said they were game for a movie…until Johnny waved them off.
“Man, she can’t go anywhere—we can’t go anywhere!” he said, his expression a long way from the smug look he had just minutes earlier. “I heard it on the news, man, on the way here to meet ya’ll. Everybody living on campus will have to stay on campus, and if you live off campus like Peter here, you’ll have to show I.D. to go back and forth. They’re supposed to be setting up police roadblocks at every intersection to make sure nobody who doesn’t belong near here gets through. So, by the time we get to the theater, it’ll probably be too late. I’ll bet the place is closed.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you heard it all wrong,” said Tyreen, reaching for her Blackberry, intent on verifying this.
“Go ahead and check,” he said, pointing at her handset while scowling. “I think it was on the NBC affiliate out here—”
“He’s right,” Peter interrupted him, holding out his android device for Tyreen to see. The murder news story and curfew sidebar were prominently displayed on his phone’s screen. “So, that nixes the movie idea…but do we have to go to class?”
This time my head whirled around, surprised by his offer to play hooky without any real reason to do so. Impish excitement danced in his eyes, and I believe my heart skipped a beat. This was truly a side of him I hadn’t seen. Now…we just had to find something fitting for the four of us to do. How to kill time until tonight.
“So, what do you have in mind?” asked Tyreen, the tension in her face lessening at the prospect of something to take her mind off of all that had transpired the past two days, I’m sure.
“Well, there’s the theater room in my townhouse, that ya’ll really haven’t had the chance to check out yet, and a shitload of Blurays. Johnny’s checked it out once, and Txema and I watched Avatar in 3D a couple of months ago,” he suggested, shrugging his shoulders with raised eyebrows when she didn’t respond right away. “And we can all climb in the hot tub for a while. Plus, there’s plenty of booze in the fridge!”
That got her. Or, it was more like it nailed Johnny’s interest and he practically begged her to forgive him and say ‘yes!’ to Peter’s offer, dropping to his knees next to her seat.
What could she honestly say without coming across as a royal queen bitch?
“Don’t you have a roommate that’s a little stuck up around people he doesn’t know?” she asked.
Maybe some would think it a petty thing to worry about, but I knew exactly what she was getting at, since Stephen is kind of a bigot. I mean, he barely approved of Peter’s interest in me, a girl with what some in the south would consider an ethnic background. Sorry, just one Arian candidate at this table, Stevie, and your childhood buddy, Peter, doesn’t even have the classic blond hair and blue eyes that you were born with.
“He sent me a text while you two were going at it, stating he’s getting an early start on his trip back to Nashville today,” Peter explained, smiling wryly. “That’s how I knew to look on the web and see what was up, since he mentioned the curfew restrictions would be in place before his original planned departure at six o’clock.”
“What do you say, baby? The hot tub could be a helluva good time, you know?” said Johnny, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, an obvious ploy to seductively coerce Tyreen into giving her consent. For a moment he looked like he might cry, his gr
ay eyes misting. He must’ve needed a drink and a lay real bad.
“All right,” she agreed, glancing at all of us. “But if this shit gets any worse, then we immediately come back to the dorm. Okay?”
“Sure,” said Peter, looking over at me. “We won’t let anything happen to either of you—I promise!”
The two males shared mutual looks of relief, as if this had been their plan all along. Tyreen noticed it too, and we both shook our heads wearing the same smirk. As for me and my own fears, as long as the sun was shining I knew we’d be fine. With nearly five hours left before it got dark, we didn’t have anything to worry about…yet.
Chapter 7
“I think you waited too long to do this—really I do!”
Tyreen stepped in front of the door to our room as she said this, for the moment effectively blocking my escape from our dorm room. I had already showered and changed into my favorite jeans—torn on both knees—and bundled up in a warm knit sweater Peter bought me for my birthday. He had wanted to buy me something flashy and expensive, but it seemed too early in our relationship for that sort of extravagance. Besides, I have plenty of jewelry, and the sweater would serve me well on a night where the temperature was supposed to dip into the low teens.
“I’ll be careful—I promise,” I assured her, picking up my duffle packed with everything I’d need that night and in the morning. I grabbed my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. “Peter will meet me at the library and we’ll walk to his place together.”
I offered her a warm assuring smile to sell my confidence.
“All the way to Laurel Ave, huh? Are you both out of your frigging minds?” Her concern shifted easily to disgust. She looked so much like my mom right then, with her arms folded across her chest. “Peter should be picking you up right outside the dorm tonight in his car and not having you walk anywhere on campus to meet him!”