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The vampire hit the floor with both knees and began bowing while holding his broken wrist.
“Please Mr. Albet, I...I…it’s the blood, I can’t control myself. Please forgive me,” the vampire groveled.
“It’s forgotten,” Mark replied using the vampire’s speech patterns. He wasn’t sure why but he often found himself speaking like the person he was talking to. At times he thought it was annoying but he really couldn’t help it.
The vampire got to his feet slowly while keeping his head bowed and walked quickly back to the box. “Eleven forty-five, sorry again Mr. Albet. I’ll be more careful in the future…Sir.” With that he slipped out the door, careful to shut the door quietly.
Mark could barely believe what had just happened. He stared at the hand that had broken the vampire’s wrist with amazement. Had he really just fought off a vampire? What was he turning into? Mark looked up at the clock, twelve o’ one, only twelve hours and fourteen minutes until he could find out. What the hell was he going to do with himself until then?
Chapter 7
Mark waited, not very patiently, around the side of what used to be Vinnie’s Pizza. This had been where he took Jen on their first date. He had meant this to be a study date so it wasn’t a fancy restaurant, it was just supposed to be pizza with a friend. He quickly went over the events of that night. Jen had shown up dressed in a tee-shirt and jeans with her books in tow. The night progressed quickly as they talked about everything except the school work they had agreed to study. Mark smiled as he thought of it. How his innocent study date had turned into one of his fondest memories. They didn’t kiss or talk about anything romantic, perhaps that was why he had remained so calm or maybe it was just that he was talking to Jen.
Apparently the place had been sold and was now abandoned. The front windows were both broken out and it looked like no one had been here in many years. It was raining lightly so Mark decided to wait between the buildings to get some shelter from the rain. While he waited he watched the rain drops fall, heard each one splash against the concrete in a peaceful pattern that almost sounded like a song. The sound calmed him as he watched the neon clock across the street tick twelve fifteen.
Where was this Asuune030? They had said the back of the place, so he better head to the back. Mark assumed that this person would have walked through the alley, just like he had, but no one came. He had been there since eleven fifty, surely, he would have seen this person. Maybe they weren’t coming?
Mark walked toward the back of the building and he saw a figure standing in the dark empty lot behind Vinnie’s. The figure was facing away from him and had on a sweatshirt with a hood. There was a single light above the parking lot that barely lit the figure. Because of this he couldn’t tell until he got closer that this figure was a woman, a fairly short woman at that. The jeans this woman wore were skin tight, maybe by choice or maybe because the woman looked completely drenched from the rain. The woman looked from side to side nervously while Mark drew closer and he found that he was strangely attracted to this woman. She was quite good looking. It wasn’t just the curve of her ass in her skin tight jeans but the silhouette of her soaked body was quite alluring. Mark found himself desiring this woman as he cautiously moved closer.
What was he thinking? His wife had just died. How could he be so attracted to this woman? Throughout his entire marriage he had never actually been attracted to any woman but his wife…and Sarah. When he was a few feet from the woman she turned around and he recognized her right away, it was Sarah. Mark grew furious, Sarah knew about all of this and she had let Jen die! As angry as he was, it disappeared the moment that Sarah spoke.
“Took ya long enough, cutie,” Sarah said as she stared into his eyes. “We have a lot to discuss, but first let’s get out of this rain. I’m fucking soaked!”
Mark wasn’t sure how to respond at first, it was Sarah. She knew about vampires and all this shit that was happening to him, but it was still Sarah. “Ok,” he finally responded.
Mark followed Sarah, occasionally admiring the view of her from behind as she led the way through the alleyways. How could he be thinking this way so soon after his wife had died? There was just something about Sarah. Sarah was so much like his wife, yet looked so completely and beautifully different. Mark found himself wanting Sarah more than he had ever wanted her before. It felt just like the way he wanted Jen and it was confusing. After a few more minutes and many turns they finally arrived at their destination. The Hotel Sandleton. Mark had barely noticed how far they had gone. He was completely mesmerized by the rain-soaked beauty walking in front of him.
“Seriously? Roger’s hotel?” Mark asked indignantly.
“This will all make sense in a few, cutie,” Sarah replied, smiling over her shoulder.
Arg! Why did Asuune030 have to be Sarah?! If it had been anyone else in the world he could have yelled at them, demanded explanations but he never could tell Sarah no. Often he wondered, if Sarah had asked him to cheat on Jen would he have been able to say no? But then again Sarah would have never asked that. Maybe that was why he could never tell her no, she was just as perfect as Jen. Mark’s emotions were all over the place. He missed Jen, but now that he was staring at Sarah, her wet clothes clinging to her perfect body all he could do was think of Sarah.
