Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story (21 page)

I stood still in the back room and listened. I could hear a woman
’
s voice.

As I listened closely, I began to recognize the voice.
It was Juliet
!
Once I realized it was her, I stepped out
of
the
back
room and made my way toward
Juliet
, who stood just
inside of t"> /sphe
front
door.
Our eyes met, and I stared
at her with a look that said, ‘Please forgive me!’

Juliet saw the plea that was behind my eyes
. She
ran to me and wrapped her
arms
around me and gave me a giant embrace.

“I am so sorry, Ju
liet,” I said softly.

“I know, Romeo,” Juliet said looking empathetically into my eyes. “I know that you just reacted at
a madman who had just
used you to
kill your
own
cousin
. T
hen
he
mocked you
for it
.
I think you just reacted.”

“You do?
You understand?
”
I asked.

“Of course I do. I know you, Romeo. I know that you
’
r
e
a good man. That deep inside you isn
’
t a murderer, but a beautiful man wanting a better future for him and his family.”

Her forgiveness spread through me like sunlight.
“You
’
re amazing, Juliet.
You really are.
”

I held
Juliet tightly in my arms. Time had a way of getting away from me anytime I held Juliet.

After long moments of our embrace,
I looked
down and broke the silence. I
sai
d, “How did you know I was here?
”

“Who do you think would tell me
?”

“Friar Laurence?
”

“Yup, I finally went to him and promised him I just wanted to
see you. I wanted nothing more than to just
hold you again.”

“
Well,” I said, smiling down at Juliet. “
How could he say no to that?
Friar Laurence
is a romantic at heart.
” I held Juliet even tighter and said, “
I
0"> is a r"+0">’
m so glad you
’
re here. It has been so hard being apart from you.
”

She returned the affection and kissed me gently on my lips. She leaned back slowly and said,
“These past couple of weeks have been the worst days of my life. I
longed for you the whole time w
e
were memorializing
my cousin
Tybalt
.
During the funeral
, a
l
l I could think about was
the man who actually had killed him. I knew why you killed him.
I kne
w then that I no longer belonged to them. That I only belonged to you!
”

Juliet and I held each other tightly. I held her very close. Things were going to happen.
Enough of hiding.
It was time to fight or lie down. I was planning to fight for the one I love.

Chapter Seventeen

Juliet stayed with me all night
. We only held each other tightly, never wanting to let go. She
left early enough in the morning that she was home before sunrise.

When she left, I rolled over on the bed at the hideout and thought,
Juliet and I need to just leave. That
’
s the answer. It isn
’
t
about
trying to make others change their mind
s
. It
i
s time for us to just leave.

Suddenly, I got extremely excited by the thought of just going and never looking back.
I decided I needed to tell Juliet this as soon as possible. The sooner we g
o
t away, the sooner we c
ould
spend the rest of our lives together.

Juliet hadn’t been home
for long. I knew she would be asleep until sunset.
I needed to somehow talk to her without opening her back door and bringi
ng sunlight into her bedroom
.
I wasn’t sure even if I opened the door for a split second what that would doan>0"int to her.

The only answer to that question was
that
I was going to have to enter the house from a room where I
would expose
no Capulet
to danger from the
sun, especially
, not
Juliet.

I decided
that my
best move
would be
the front door.
Surely, n
o one would be near the front door
at 11:00 o’clock in the morning? At this hour, they must be safely tucked into their
beds
,
safe from any chance of
sun
light
exposure
.

So
,
the fron
t door was the right play
.
I would have normally tried to keep myself out of sight from the outside neighborhood
. But I knew I was in a vampire community
,
and the
majority of them were asleep, avo
iding the sunlight.
Even if they saw me, what could they do? Come outside?

I
hopped down to the ground and I
walked up slowly to the giant black house. I first checked the
front
door to see if it would be as easy a
s
opening the front door. I shook the door handle and no luck
there, it was clearly locked
. It was locked secure
ly
. It was so tight of a lock that I figured it was probably double
-
bolted.

The front door wasn
’
t budg
ing. Aside from tearing it down,
I had no other solution to it.
At
the side of th
e house, I noticed a smaller room
poking out
from
the side of the house. I walked over an
d peeked in the window. It was the
laundry room. I
could see
that there was a laundry chute that dropped its way into the laundry room. So
,
if I could get in and climb up the laundry chute to the very top. I should land on Juliet
’
s floor and be pretty snd he afe and out of harm
’
s way.

The laundry room wasn
’
t as nearly as secure as the front door. The only way into the house from the laundry room was through the laundry chute.
So
,
they just figured they were safe. They di
dn’t plan on a werewolf breaking in and
easily scoot
ing
himself up a laundry chute.

I
was wondering if the laundry room was as secure as the front door. I jiggled it. I
was able to get the laundry door open by jiggling
it loose. Sometimes, it is that easy.

I slipped
unseen
into the laundry room.
The room had recently been used. I could smell the scent of recently used laundry detergent. I went to the laundry chute.
I open
ed
up the flap to the laundry chute
and saw that I could barely fit
in
the tunnel. I sucked in my gu
t and made my way into the chute
.
I knew I had to watch it;
I can get claustrophobic if I allowed myself to. And there wasn
’
t a tighter space
that
I had ever been in than the one I was in at the present moment.

But
, nevertheless,
I
scooted and climbed up the chu
t
e
. It was a
tight, painful journey that
took close to a half an hour, but I
eventually
got to the top. I could see glimpse
s
of light from the door on the top floor. A
s
I got closer and closer
to the light,
I realized I could hear someone right outside the top floor
laundry-chute
door. It sounded like someone humming or singing.

It was her maid.
She was
obviously
back from visiting
her
family
. Crap! I
t sounded like she
was
getting ready to
open the laundry chute door.

an>
Then, I heard the door open. I
looked up and kept my mouth sh
ut and stayed absolutely quiet. I could see her sorting through which clothes
to throw down the laundry chute
.

Then
,
one by one
,
she dropped what appeared to be panties and bras on my head. I could
n’t
tell
if
they were small
er or larger
garments because of how they landed on my head
. But, I found out quickly
when the largest pair of
women’s
panties fell on
top of
my head.
Engulfing it.