Chapter Two
I quickly put my knife with the small trace of blood back into its sheath. I thought that vampires bled more. I didn't even see any come from his neck. Didn't feed tonight I guess. Or was it something else? I shrugged it off.
I started walking faster and faster to try and get on the stairs. Had to hype myself up for it, once again.
"Sara," I heard him call out from the room, "Sara, I think you would like to know where your sister is, no?"
I turned around and was completely surrendered. I would have to stay. Geez.
I rolled my eyes, sighed, and then said, "yes, Jean-Claude, I'd like to know." I raised my hands, palms up, close to my chest as if I had given up. "Spill it please."
"Will you first come back into this room? Nothing is carried on outside unless it is something the audience can see." He motioned for me to step around him. Did I trust him? No.
"If you have anything to say to me, just say it now. Otherwise, I'll figure it out all on my own."
"Whatever you would like." He started stepping closer to the door and then just shut it. He shut it right in my face! How rude!
I stomped back to the door and yanked it open. The people on the furthest row back looked at me until I pointed the finger at them, then their attention turned back to the show. There's nothing quite like being rude to make me feel better.
When I stepped back into the room, Jean-Claude had a huge menacing smile on his face like he was pleased. He did it on purpose. Damn.
"Now, Ms. Pezzini. Our friend, Killian, has been challenged by a very powerful vampire."
He was wearing an elegant white laced-up shirt that revealed a cross scar on his chest. His skin was almost the color of ivory. His eyes were the beautiful tone of a sapphire. Deep shining jewels, they were. Yes, I looked into his eyes without him taking me under. I didn't think he could take me under, but then I didn't know him that well. His hair was almost jet black down to his shoulders set in curls. He should be feminine looking, but for some reason, he was masculine. Scrumptious, no doubt. He feels as though he is 400 years old. Maybe less, but nothing more. He's powerful, but not that powerful.
Before he continued the story, he wanted to get comfortable. He found the nearest chair and sat in it with one graceful movement. Did all vampires do that or was it just tricks to the mind? Has Killian been playing mind tricks on me? If yes, why? It's not like I am wooed by him. He actually makes me sick sometimes. I quit paying attention to Jean-Claude for a few seconds. I think he noticed because I heard him say, "Sara, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Continue please."
"This master calls herself a Nubian Princess. She believed at one time that both her and her 'people' could take over everything, but that failed miserably. Now, she wants you because she believes that the combination of your and her power could give her enough, let's say enough strength, to take over all of the creatures of the night. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, she wants me to help her take captive of the world. To get me, she snatched my sister, real fucking brave."
"If you actually think about it, Ms. Pezzini, it was very courageous of her. She knows your power. She knows the extent to which you would go to get a family member back. She knows just what your sister means to you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I felt like raising my hand in front of his face, but I fought the urge. "Want to tell me where her daytime resting place is? Or is it like illegal for vampires to give up vampires? Is there some code in the vampire killing book about it?"
He smiled as if I had said something amusing, then his face just went blank. His face was just a puzzle. I wonder if anyone has ever tried to piece it together? I'd like to, but I've got far too many vampires already trying to climb into my bed. I don't want nor do I need another one.
I started walking near a table on the right side of the room to try to keep my mind off him.
"I can just feel your power on my tongue. Taste it." He raised his head to me as if he didn't recognize me, not even after all our talking. "You are not like other necromancers. You seem as though," he briefly paused, if searching for a word, "more. What exactly are you?"
"I didn't come here to play 20 questions with you, Jean-Claude. I want to know where my sister is. If you have the answer, say it. If not, I'm leaving now!" I slammed my fist on the table.
He shrugged and said, "I can't give it away because I do not know myself."
Once again, I turned my back on him and walked out the door. In the corner of my mind was the thought of the gun I was leaving behind. I must not have wanted it that bad. Or was it the vampire in that room? Or the one in the other room? I didn't want to face either vampire anymore tonight. Not to mention ever again. But the night changes and day comes and then leaves, and the bloodsuckers come back. Damn.