Fallen Blood (13 page)

"Here," she said. "Go see if they have a washing machine and wash these..."

"I have no change." He said, swallowing.

"Okay, just a sec." She said, as he took the clothes from her hand. A second later, she walked out with a towel wrapped around her and her hair. "Here's some quarters. She dropped a handful into his hands, with a few bills mixed in. "Hopefully they've got a change machine and some detergent they're selling there." She stopped and looked at him as he stood there staring at her. "Go on, we haven't got all night."

"Yeah...Okay." He paused one more time to stare at her long, shapely legs. She was tan all over apparently, at least her face arms and legs were. "I'll get right on this,” he backed up, lifting her clothes then backed into the door, smacking it hard.

"Go, silly!" She laughed, as he struggled to find the doorknob behind him, and slipped out. The cool air felt good to him, as he rushed toward a sign that said 'laundry'.

He wasn't sure what kind of night it was going to be, but there was one thing it was not going to be, and that was boring.

By the time he got back to the room, it had been at least twenty minutes, he figured. The first sign of trouble was when he found the door locked at the room marked 'laundry'. He had to find the motel clerk to get him to unlock it. Then there was no detergent. When he asked the clerk where he could get some, he produced a small box from under the motel's counter. If that wasn't bad enough, he then had to run back to get change once he realized there was no change machine with the laundry machines. In the end, he was almost surprised he managed to get the machine running, and hoped he had enough change for the dry. Of course, the idea of Heather walking around all night in just a towel may well be worth not having enough for the dryer. The very idea, started to make his jeans a bit uncomfortable. Given how long he'd been already, he decided it was safe to wait outside for the cool air to calm him down, before heading in.

The television was still on as he entered the little room, as was the light in the bathroom. Heather, unfortunately, was sleeping, wrapped in the bed's blankets. A sense of disappointment filled him, as whatever hopes he had were dashed for the night. Well, the good news was that he had until morning before he was going to have to tell her anything. He walked to the TV and turned it off. Standing there, he watched as the blankets rose and fell with her breathing. She was always quite striking as she slept. It was one of his favorite things to do at night, to simply watch her
sleep.
He wasn't sure if he would ever get over the excitement he felt of actually being with her. He grabbed the one chair the room had and slid it up to the end of the bed where he could watch her. He was really tempted to enter her dreams tonight and share an adventure with her, but if he did that, then he would most likely not get out in time to put the wash in the dryer. He did want to make sure that was taken care of so they could leave tomorrow.

The question was, where were they going to go? Jamaica had been one option he had been toying with. Not that he knew anyone there, but he always heard in television shows of people running from government types going there, or Argentina. Personally, he would choose Jamaica. Yet, something in him said that he wouldn't get to pick that option. The entire idea, even though it seemed l
ike a dream come true, also felt like a child's fantasy. He really doubted Heather would run away for long. She did love her family and unlike him, she really did have a family to go home to.
Or at least she had before all this.

The other question was, what did Chuck stumble upon?
Who was after her, and now him by default? Would they just keep coming, always looking f
or her, and why did their agents seem to resist his suggestion power? He really did need a plan, something tangible.
If this was really the government they were fighting, how were they ever going to win? After all, the government had thousands of people working for them. Technically, every police officer and soldier was a potential enemy, and unlike the Matrix, he couldn't just jack out. He could, however, take a page from that and go on the offensive. Without them having any real knowledge of him, he would have somewhat of an advantage. Yet, what would he do with Heather? She was no Trinity. Even if she were, Trinity
died
.

His mind spun in confusion as he went over scenario after scenario, each one wilder and more fantastic than the last. If he had been a real vampire, he would have a family or a coven that could help him in this attack. Even if he just had a wild brother that didn't approve of the way he lived his life, that would be one more person with some power to help him. Instead, all he had was himself and one normal girl. Beautiful, yes, but still only normal. If he were just by himself, he could head in commando-style, but then what would be the point? They were after Heather, not him. If she wasn't in the picture, then this whole situation wouldn't exist.

He stood up, frustrated with
being unable to come up with a simple solution, He was sure it had to exist. I had to be right there, and so obvious he was just missing it. He shut the door quietly, so as not to wake her, and headed back to the laundry room, sure that it must be done by now. Perhaps he needed a watch, so he could keep time better, as he had no idea how long he had sat there. The wash turned off just as he entered. Well, his timing wasn't that off. Hadn't he read somewhere before that vampires were meticulous at counting? Time was a form of counting if you thought about it. He had just enough change to start the dryer, he hoped it would be enough, otherwise Heather was going to be getting into damp, cold clothes tomorrow morning.

As he was closing the door, he noticed movement just above his motel room door where Heather was sleeping. He stopped to let his e
yes adjust. Whatever it was, it definitely moved. It appeared to be a little black blob of some sort.

"Hey!" He yelled, as he started to jog across the parking lot trying to get the thing's attention.

Two red orbs turned toward him. He paused for a second, surprised that it really was something there and not an optical illusion. The thing didn't wait to see what he was going to do. Instead, it quickly pulled off of the top of the door and whipped itself over the roof's edge, fleeing out of sight.

"Damn it." Shaking off his surprise, Brian ran for where he last saw the 'thing', not stopping, he jumped to the roof from the parking lot. He didn't pause to think about the single-story leap he'd just accomplished, instead, he continued full board in the direction he last saw the blob head into. As he reached the peak of the
roof,
he saw a large raven leap into the air and fly up at an impossible speed. Brian stopped, and watched it rise up. He wasn't sure, but it looked as if it had turned a red eye to look back at him as it climbed.

"Now would be a good time to be able to fly..." he mumbled to himself. He stood there for a few moments, and looked for any other movement that might have been the blob thing. He didn't expect to see anything else once the raven flew away, but he did hold on to the hope for a short time. In the end, he headed back down to the room and walked in, locking the door as he did so.

Rubbing his eyes, he surveyed the room. Nothing was out of place, and Heather was still asleep. Well, that was just strange, and as far as he knew, it was also impossible. He suppressed the urge to laugh at that. The irony of a vampire saying something was impossible in the real world was ridiculous.
Okay, assuming what I just witnessed was real, and I can't see why it wasn't, it seems we have some sort of a problem.
That thing was definitely hanging out over their door, and to make matters worse, it didn't want to be seen. Was it some sort of predator looking for someone to eat? Or was it a spy? He actually hoped it was the first
.
That, he could deal with. But if it were a spy for whoever was looking for her, what had they gotten themselves into?

He had long ago accepted the fact that because of his existence, there had to be others like him. He even toyed with the possibilities of other things existing that were not normal. Yet, to actually come face to face with something that was clearly not normal was a bit disturbing.

He could wake up Bobby,
get Heather, an
d they could run. Or he could sit and wait for the arrival of the
whomever
that thing worked for. He had been considering going on the offensive, maybe this was it
.
He walked to his chair, considering his options. Heather's clothes weren't dry yet...and he hadn't really spent any time with her, so. He climbed onto the bed with her and laid down next to her. He fluffed up the pillows that were on his side an
d propped
himself up. He decided to wait. He really didn't like running. It was fun and all, when it was like a fantasy with no rea
l danger. But
to truly be chased?
The fact that these actually weren't normal government agents, and they were making him
run
brought up a feeling of intense rage in him. No, he didn't like that. His kind were meant to be the predators, not the prey. So if they wanted to play, he would be willing to accommodate them.

Hours passed as he sat in the room, waiting for the cars to arrive. Once or twice he thought he saw movement on the ceiling, only to find it had been his imagination. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but it was long enough for his indignation of being chased and hunted to seep away. He began to have second thoughts about staying there. Perhaps he was being hasty. He really didn't know if he could be killed by normal bullets. He did have a half sneaking suspicion that if he died, he would come back to life as undead. Of course if he were wrong, then the alternative wasn't a pleasant thought to him. After all, he was just seventeen, and he really hadn't done anything with
his life yet.
Heather rolled over and kicked her bare leg from under the blanket
, throwing
her bare leg over his two, and draping an arm over his chest. From all appearances she was still asleep, but she buried her face into his side before her breathing returned to a quiet rhythm.

Brian sat there in shock. He could feel the pulse running through her leg. The heat of her body seeped through his clothes, warming him in more than one way. He wasn't sure if he were in heaven or hell as a conflict of thoughts and emotions ran through him. He could see that her hip was bare, and the edge of her rear was partially exposed. He wanted to lay his hand on her leg and slowly caress it's perfection. All thought of the intruder left his mind as he slowly began to put his desire into motion. The softness of her leg was incredible, and yet he could feel the strength and firmness of that leg as he slowly began to trace its path back to it's source, enjoying the curves and silkiness of it. His heart felt like a jackhammer in his chest as he reached the curves of her hip. They too felt silky soft, but he could feel her bones just underneath. He never realized how sensual a woman could feel. He had held her and done all sorts of things with her that were fantastic in her dreams, yet never had her body felt this way before. He could never have expected it to be so wonderful.

He had to lean a bit forward to reach the curve of her hip. It too was firm yet soft. He tried to cup it as best he could, but he couldn't quite reach it without moving her arm. The thought of moving it was strong, before he noticed that
her breathing had changed. Looking down, he could see her eyes were open, looking up at him,
he jerked his hand back without thinking.

"Exploring, are we?" She smiled at him, then rolled over putting her back against him. He wasn't sure what to say. He was busted, and he wasn't sure if he had offended her or if she was alright with it. He sat there staring at her, waiting for her to say something until he heard her breathing indicate she was asleep again. He could feel the blood still rushing to his groin. He wasn't sure which was worse. The pressure he was feeling, or the yearning he felt to be touching her again. He was beginning to think she was trying to drive him crazy on purpose.

Hours later, the sun started to brighten the little room's curtains. Heather never repeated the nights adventures, which left Brian a bit disappointed. Neither did the little blob thing reappear. The fact that the agents hadn't popped up yet seemed to indicate that perhaps he imagined the whole thing last night, or that whatever it was, didn't work for the people they had been running away from. Either way, the sun was coming up, and it was time to share some of his secrets and to decided what they were going to do. Slipping out of the room
,
Brian ran into Bobby as he was heading to pick up Heathers clothes.

"Heading for breakfast?" Brian waved.

"That's right. Figured some eggs and toast sounded good right about now." Bobby stopped and smiled as he answered him.

"Yeah, I need to get Heather's things." Brian pointed at the laundry door.

Bobby shook his head and laughed. "Kid, I hope you two took some time to get some rest. Long trip ahead of us."