Chapter Seven
The police decided to just
question me at the hospital. They knew
I wasn't going anywhere since I had to leave so very soon. Daylight comes very quickly. I think it's nine-thirty now. I might be wrong. But hell, I need to go.
The reason I went to the hospital
in the first place was because of Cameron. He begged me to check out the burns on my arms. Then, he eventually told me that the Master
Vampire gave me my first mark. Well, it
doesn't matter now, does it? He's
dead. I can sleep well tonight. Well, maybe not. As soon as Cameron got home, his phone was ringing off the hook. He had a shoot he had to make in Paris. Paris! Damn. So, I guess I'll be making
my trip alone. Oh well.
Officer Todd Webber wobbled his
way into the room holding up a clipboard. He was a pudgy little man. About
the same height as me. Weight around
two hundred and thirty pounds. Too many
donuts, eh? Luckily for me, most of the
officers look like him. They show no
and have no interest in their jobs. All
the better for me.
"Ms. Pezzini, did you attack
Ms. Weaver."
"She tried to kill me, I
protected myself. I've been asked that
question for four hours straight. I
have to leave soon. My flight is
waiting."
"I understand Ms. Pezzini,
but I must get this information."
"Fine," I slapped both
of my arms on the table, "Ms. Weaver came at me, picked me up by the
throat and then threw me through the window. She came at me inside the house. I protected myself. I ended up
shooting her."
He sighed out loud. Boy, did he ever not want to be here. He's not the only one.
He wrote down notes for the last
time, reached out his hand, and shook mine. He then said good day and let me leave. I ran into the hall, searching for a phone. As soon as I found one, I called a cab. The cab would be here in about ten minutes. Thank God. That will give me about twenty minutes to get to the airport. I can make it, I'm superwoman. Maybe not superwoman, but damn well
close. Who else can defeat the bad guys
and keep coming back.
I walked out on the carport
waiting for my ride. These two
teenagers walk up to me screaming my name. How the hell did they know me?
One was an older boy wearing a
Nike T-shirt. He had dark hair. The other was a girl with long blonde hair.
The boy was the first to
speak. "Sara, we heard about what
you did last night."
"Wanna keep that quiet?"
The boy pointed to my chest. "What happened to the cross?"
I forgot I had one on. Damn, it was bent. It was a jagged little cross.
The girl giggled. "The explosion was amazing."
The boy interrupted her. "We also saw the big Mr. Vamp leave the
house."
I sighed out loud. "Shit!"
They both laughed and walked
off. The bloodsucker was still out
there. Fuck, he has one mark on me. No! Dammit. What next? Me being his servant. Ah, hell no. He's going die before that happens.
The cab came by three minutes
later. I told him where I was going and
he led the way. I sat there in the back
of the cab cursing at air. The driver
seemed confused but that's his problem. I'm just so pissed. First, I get
questioned all fucking morning. Then,
Cameron leaves me. I didn't get to pack
and the vampire I tried to kill last night is still alive. Man, if this is any indication of what I gotta
look forward to, I might as well stay in Houston. Well on the other hand, the vamp I tried to kill is still here,
Cameron's gone, and Claudia's in St. Louis. Ah, I'm going to St. Louis. I'll
miss you Cameron. Here comes the big
bad creature! What a nice life.