Forbidden Blood
Part three
Weeks turned into months and months to years. The passage of time between Regan's first order and now. I had escaped days after when Regan thought I was hunting. Now I lived in Washington. Seattle to be exact, on the Southside. Regan could have tracked my hypothetically but he didn't.
"Gwen, a hunter's after you. Regan's dead."
"A hunter? How do you know?"
"I was there. He kept asking where Jade Gwendalen was."
"How does he know my name?" I thought aloud.
"You should leave. He probably followed me."
"Thank you Liz, I owe you.' Patting her shoulder I went to my safe for cash. "Sell whatever you don't want, it's yours other wise."
I took the proche in the driveway and headed east. Southeast, I would stop when I reached Miami. I hoped that was safe.
Miami was pretty dead as far as vampire activity goes. It was too sunny to work during the day. This made it perfect for me. I met a few vamps on vacation from New York; they of course were more than social. They had me stay with them and shared their hunting grounds.
There were four of them; three guys and a girl. Lucas and Kate were together and Ron and Jake were just along for a ride. Ron didn't like me but Jake was like a leech. I could do nothing without him being right there. He almost made me angry to tell the truth.
I let him touch me more than I had before Regan. He was enjoying himself and I was playing along. He would want me that night, I read it in his mind. We went in the mean time, tasting the alcohol in our victims' blood.
Ron bought another room for the day so I would buy on apartment, Jake was kissing me; my lips, my arms, my hair. I liked him so far. He was kind and cared about me. I read this from his mind but he would tell me later.
I laid with him that day. We didn't take it any further and Jake didn't push me to. He was a good vamp for me.
We got up early the next night and ought an apartment. Jake had decided that he would stay with me in Miami and told the others right before they left for New York. Ron tried to change his mind but couldn't nor could I. A little heart warming for those of you with a functioning heart.
I dropped the bomb on Jake that night that I would only kill at a full moon. He was more than happy to accept that. He even suggested that he buy blood for both of us from a morgue. He truly cared for me and it was something I wasn't used to. It made me happy though.
It rained the next day so Jake and I bought furniture for the apartment first. Then we went to a morgue outside of town buying everything they had in stock. Jake did the talking and I
did the mind takeover. Needless to say the attendant was more than happy to hand over the blood.
Jake slept with his arms around me for the rest of the day. He slept but I couldn't, I was still nervous, nervous that the hunter would be on my trail.
I got out of bed, gently moving Jake. I mixed myself a drink of whisky and blood, heading to the roof to see the sunset. Sipping the mixture, I took a pair of sunglasses and slowly climbed the stairs. People were headed out to go clubbing or up to their rooms. They gave me side glances as I passed but left me alone otherwise.
Outside there was a slight breeze, blowing the sent of the day's rain. The people below went about their business oblivious to the fact that I watched. I missed the nights that I watched you work. Deafly writing your notes and yelling at the fool waitress. I almost laughed at the memory but somehow it was too sad.
Jake stood behind me for I'm not sure how long. He just stood there watching me until I turned around and he took me into his arms.
"Are the ghosts haunting you darling?"
"Perpetually. A hunter is after me and killed my sire in the process. I'm on the run, hence I'm here. I just feel so lost."
"Then I'm lost with you Gwen. You're the best thing to happen to me since I've been damned. I'm not leaving you now."
I felt myself smile against his chest. I knew at that moment that there was something about him that I wouldn't let go of. He gave me a small squeeze and we jumped from the roof into the night life; drugs and all.
Hunter's POV
Damn it!
She kept moving. I followed her friend's trail to Seattle and only got the friend. She moved again. Now I have only scent and it's fading. Where would I go if I was being hunted? Or at least if I thought I was being hunted. Somewhere with vamps, for protection? No, that's what she would expect me to think, sending me on a wild goose chase.
Miami!!
That's where she is. There is no doubt in my mind. Now to get there before she moves again.