Onyxx: I can't find any more Aramaic translations on Google. :P
Dracula: You know, you could just ask me …
Onyxx: I refuse to give you the satisfaction.
Dracula: Fine. Have it your way.
Chapter Seven:
A few weeks passed of … well, nothing, really. If we slept together, it was exactly that—sleep. When I went to work, I often wondered if Cole would ask me to dinner. A lot of times, when we bantered or talked, he looked as though he wanted to say more, but he never did.
I didn't really care anymore. I had someone else—and he happened to be a sexy vampire that looked like a duplicate of my best friend.
My married best friend.
I sighed and started a new document because the last one was an epic fail.
Being a reporter could be a sucky job—but it was only a temporary job until I could get in touch with a publisher about the book I had been writing.
I plugged my headphones in and started listening to the acoustic version of "Knives and Pens" by Black Veil Brides while working on the front page story.
Somehow, I always end up stuck with the murder stories. This one was pretty gruesome—a man had been stabbed in the heart with a silver stake and someone had written on his chest in black Sharpie, "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE JUDAS."
It sent chills down my spine as I typed the report.
I almost died when Lynn's hands bore down on my shoulders.
I whirled around to face my boss. Lynn Martin was a birdlike woman, tall and thin with wild blond hair and wire-rimmed glasses on a hooked nose, perched above a thin-lipped mouth.
I pulled out my headphones as her piercing green eyes stared into my very soul.
If nothing else scared me, the unholy wrath of Lynn Martin certainly did.
She pointed at the phone. "Some Irish guy is on line one," she informed me.
I picked up the phone hesitantly. I didn't know any Irish guys.
Can you imagine my hilarity when I discovered it was Gerry that had called me?
"Why are you laughing?" he asked. "Never mind. I have important news. I've found another hole—it's in London. Jonny called me and told me Simon Sheppard showed up at his place and he wanted to know if he was bonkers or not."
I laughed again. "Jonny Lee Miller?"
"No," he said, his Scottish accent dripping with playful sarcasm. "Johnny Depp. You couldn't tell it was him in D2K because he wore a Jonny Lee Miller mask."
I suddenly became worried. "Simon's here?" I said, chewing my lower lip. "In our world?"
"Yeah. Jonny said he said something about 'finding Iscariot.' Any idea what he means?" Gerry seemed to have totally forgotten the entire history behind his character.
I hesitated before speaking, the news article weighing heavy on my mind.
I know you're here, Judas.
Judas. Judas Iscariot.
"No idea," I finally said. I hated to lie, but this … this was bad. Capital B-A-D bad.
Simon was looking for Dracula.