Chapter Four
I took off my jacket and tossed it on the couch. The white couch would definitely look great after the leather touched it. Maybe Mr. Polite from downstairs would like to clean it himself? Maybe not.
I reached for my cross that was supposed to be hanging on my neck but it wasn't there. Shit. I remember. The holy item check girl took it and I didn't get it back. Damn girl! I don't know if I have any extra. I had to pack in a rush. Can't think of everything. I've packed a few pairs of jeans, a few shirts, two pair of Nike's, black socks (yes black, white is easy to spot) and of course my guns and knives. I've got my shotgun in my suitcase as well as my shoulder holster. My 'boss' must have connections everywhere cause he got me into the airplane with all of my weapons. Tomorrow, I'll wear my hip and shoulder holster with my MODEL 950 JETFIRE INOX .25 ACP. Small gun but then my other Beretta should have the bad guys bleeding brains and guts all over the floor. Nice vision, huh?
After I quit messing with all my stuff in my suitcase, I finally settled on the idea of going to bed. I was first going to go into the bathroom and start running the water. I was just going to let the water soak all the bad pain and ache away. I wish it were that easy. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Right in front of me was a life size mirror that almost made me gasp. I looked horrible. My brown hair was curled so much it looked like one big ball of string that a cat had tossed around a room a few times. The right side of my face was bruised. Must have been when the bloodsucker wanted to make me his. My brown eyes didn't even try to shine under the mask of pain. My face had always been that weird shape of not quite being a circle but not a square. My sister's face was almost a circle. My skin has always been tanned. Not totally dark but not white. A natural tan. My lips were always full. My sister and I both got that trait from our mother. Julie looks most like her though. I've got the long, curly, brown hair from my daddy. Julie has the strawberry blonde hair and green eyes given graciously to her from our beautiful mother.
Both Julie and I are short. I'm five-three and she's five-two. An inch shorter but just as tough. At least I hope. Julie has always depended on me, but now she has to depend on herself until I can find her. I just hope that that stupid vampire doesn't get any bright ideas.
By five in the morning, I was finally ready for bed. Got my gun and holster and put it on the bedpost. My own little security blanket or at least it is to me. I quickly thought over the idea of calling room service for them to wake me up about thirty minutes before ten A.M. So, I did it and requested the man at the waiting table to call and wake me up. They told me no, but I'd make sure to tell my 'boss' all the crap the gentleman said. He's sure to like it. Maybe even give the guy a promotion. Oops. I meant demotion.
I swiftly called my best friend. I don't think she'd mind me calling her in Texas at five in the morning.
I told her everything I knew and she told me she'd be here as soon as she could. She would. She and my sister are the only people I could depend my life on.