The next few days went by slowly. Really freaking slowly. I mean I watched Harold and Kumar go to Guantanamo bay five freaking times on HBO before I turned the TV off and read the bible. And let me tell you the bible is probably the freakiest thing I've ever read. But finally Esmeralda came back, her red hair was pulled back she was wearing sunglasses when I opened the door.
Without a hello she stalked in.
"Alright, Mike. Here's the specimen, do what you can with it. I'll check back in a week, by then I want a Cullen dead. Do you hear me?" Her voice was harsh and stiff.
I nodded and took the liter bottle out of her hands.
"How did you get it?" I asked.
She took her sunglasses off, her eyes were glowing red.
"Let's just say I have a gift when it comes to seduction. I must go now, Mike. See you soon." And she stalked out the door.
Thinking back on it I never noticed how old Esmeralda was. When I first saw her I saw beauty and gorgeous red hair. But seeing her that day it made me realize that beautiful she was. She must have been turned into a vampire pretty old. Not old, old. But all the Cullen's didn't even look thirty. Esmeralda looked about thirty two maybe thirty three and I didn't even want to think about how old she really was.
Over the next few hours I devised a plan and a way to use my weapon. I took a forceps, a stick of gum, the gum wrapper and a rubber band and there my weapon was made. I put the bottle in the forceps, and put the rubber band to hold it in place. I took the cap off the bottle and put the gum (chewed) that way I wouldn't waste any liquid. The gum wrapper was useless so I threw it away.
Then I needed a new outfit. The jeans and polo shirt I was wearing now didn't exactly scream "vampire hunter" so I went to the mall that was next to the motel. It was a sunny day so I knew they wouldn't attack me. But I had to get back by nightfall. I bought some leather pants, a flannel shirt, a kicking leather coat that went down almost to the floor and a matching hat. I looked like effing Van Helsing, bitch.
I got back to the motel by three o'clock and someone was waiting for me. A woman, and it wasn't Esmeralda.
"Hello, Mike." Said the woman. It was a hoarse voice not one of a vampire. I turned the light on and found a hot Native American chick sitting in a chair.
"Um, hi." I said weakly. Dude, get it together. You hunt vampires now.
"I mean hello." I said a little stronger.
She stood up and walked to me.
"Look, I'm going to me straight with you. I hate my life and I'm bored so if you want help killing some folks I'll gladly help." Her voice was laced with bitterness.
That was new. "How the hell do you people keep finding me and not the Cullen's? I mean really, you'd think they'd be smarter." I mused out loud.
"They know where you are, they're setting up your death. So it's not messy." She answered.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I have an "in" with a friend of the family." She told me.
"Oh really," I said not knowing what she was talking about. "Well if you have an "in" why do you want to help me?"
"Because those vamps ruined my life!" She screamed. I fell back a little in fear. This chick was scary.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"The names Leah Clearwater."