Chapter Three


I rushed down the stairs of the Circus of the Damned. Past all those little kids and their parents. Past all the vampires and lycanthropes dressed in costumes.
I quickly ran out of the building. Ran away from the smell of cotton candy and popcorn. Never had I ever wanted to throw up over that smell. I guess it's the thought of those poor children being dragged there and seeing it in person. If they only knew the truth.
My black '96 jeep was the second car in the first row. Killian must be somewhat important to let me get this close up front. Or maybe he's just having sex with the owner of the building. Isn't that Jean-Claude? Change subject Sara.
I'm okay with homosexuality. I'm just not into thinking about two guys having sex. Not my cup of tea. Turn the radio on.
I switched the knob back and forth. From the 81.2 FM to however further it goes and nothing was on that I would actually want to listen to. Maybe I actually wanted to think for a change. No. Thinking makes me remember that my sister is missing. Oh God. Radio!
The trip back to my hotel room kept me thinking of the bad things. Nothing good ever happens to me. Why am I bitching? This is the life God gave me. This is the life I have to live. Either get on the bandwagon, or get left behind. My dad's favorite quote. I smiled to myself.
It's been over twenty years since my dad passed away. A rogue vampire tore out his throat on one of his many legendary searches. This one definitely went into history. The unsinkable had sunk. The highest has fallen. Life just hasn't been the same for my sister, my mom, and I.
I went inside the luxurious hotel with my bag in hand and my one gun left in its holster and the other empty. The building was so not what I was expecting. The walls were a pale tan color but the chandler was gorgeous. Almost breathtaking. Crystal was everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the doors. Jesus. How the hell could I afford this? Oh yes. I remember.
I walked over to the corner wall with the waiting table. I still had no idea what room I was sleeping in. The 'boss' hadn't told me. He only gave me the Jeep and the keys through a servant of his or something to that affect. Nice way to know someone will take care of you.
I dropped my bag on the floor and placed both of my hands on the table simultaneously. The clerk looked at me like I was stupid. The look was enough to make me move my hands. His voice was high pitched. Almost squeaky.
"Ms., may I help you?"
His brown eyes looked me up and down in disgust. I suppose it's so fair for a guy in belly button high pants to judge me by my clothing. Everything astonishes me these days. He can think whatever he wants. I just want my room keys.
"My name is Sara Pezzini. I hope my 'boss' got me a room."
His fingers searched a thick piece of paper he had on the table. His thick eyebrows cringed up when he found my name. I don't think he wanted to give me a room. Too bad.
"Yes, Ms. Pezzini. Your room is on the fourth floor. Number 112. It's to your right when you get off the elevator, if you choose to take it," he smiled so bitterly at me. I could almost taste his hate. Jackass.
"Well Sir, since the bill won't be on me even though I can spend an unbelievable amount of money here, I'll make sure to have you personally bring up all my room service needs. Maybe even get you fired for being so rude. Now excuse me," I grabbed my keys from the table, "I have a room to go to." I dumped the keys in the pocket of my leather jacket and picked up my suitcase.
I didn't even wait to see the look on his face. I was in one of those moods in which to care is to be bothered and to be bothered is to care. Makes no sense I guess but it's true in it's own nonsense.
I followed the man's instructions and went to the elevator like he so obviously wanted me to do. It's a little too early in the night for all these people to go to bed. Maybe two, maybe three in the morning. I can't keep up. The last time I decided to buy a watch, a vampire decided that I didn't need it and ripped it off my wrist. It hurt a little, but I survived. Of course I did. Otherwise, you'd be reading my journal not my story.
My room was huge. For a hotel room, it had a kitchen, dining room, living room, and just about every other type of room you can think of. I'd never been this close to a room like this. Well besides on TV. But that's totally different, right?
On the huge, dark cherry colored dining table halfway between the kitchen and the living room was a beautiful basket of fruit with a white envelope. I walked to the table and dropped my bag near a chair leg.
I picked up the envelope and just ripped it open. No more surprises. I started reading.
The news was just so wonderful I couldn't wait to tell someone. Yay! I'm going to meet the 'boss' tomorrow at 10 in the morning in the lobby of this hotel. Yet another Yay! Another thing to worry about, another freaking plan. Maybe, I'll find out why I'm in St. Louis now. Maybe, I'll actually get to do something legal. Doubt it. I've got two vampires wanting me to be theirs forever and my only sister missing. How much more legal could it get?