Daylight faded quickly as Cameron and I wasted the day away with his family. They were gracious enough to talk to me even with the way I looked. It is so not my fault the bad guys wanted to scare the crap out of me. One lady was even nice enough to offer me a change of clothes. I took it wholeheartedly. It even had a button up black shirt to cover the guns she saw on me. Thank God she didn't freak when she noticed them. I was even backed up with my knives. Feels good to be this protected.
I walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and ready to whoop some vampire ass. I was wearing a black T-shirt that hung low enough that when I bent over my breasts were visible for the entire world to see. Sometimes I hate being overdeveloped.
The pants fit me perfectly. Almost a little too perfectly. They were tighter on me. Nothing that I'm used to. My hip holster was slightly biting in my side. I expect a bruise tomorrow. Nothing I can't live with.
Cameron's eyes stayed on me while I bent down to try and tie my Nike's. I knew my chest was visible for him to see. I honestly didn't care. It's only Cameron.
When I noticed he was looking, I raised my eyes up to his until we locked glares. "You like what you see?"
He smiled shyly turning his head. His cheeks were bright red. Embarrassed much?
"I knew you did."
He laughed it off while I stepped out the hotel door. I knew my hair was messed up, but like I care. I've got a man that loves me and a world that needs me. Please, I need tons of other stuff. One thing of course is Cameron. I need Cameron in an unbelievable way. My heart just hasn't realized it yet.
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Once again, I was at the opening of the Circus of the Damned. The place was almost completely empty. Cameron followed me out into the front. He was feeling shaky and nervous. I wonder what's up his sleeve. The neon sign above me wasn't even lit yet. I'm guessing, they are too either lazy to turn it on or it's not open yet. I'm betting for the lazy part. Damn straight!
Cameron stepped up closer to me placing his hand on back. "Sara, are you sure we should be here?"
I reached my hand into my pants and pried out my gun. "Yep."
He looked down at me with an evil grin. "You think someone's gonna try something?"
I rolled my eyes. "I got the gun out, right?"
He reached his hand across to my left hip. He pulled me closer to him. I was close enough to smell his aftershave. I relaxed my head on his chest. He ran his hand through my hair. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. It thudded like a congo drum against the side of my face. I wanted to get lost in his warmth. Let his power flow over my skin. Let him take me away to a special place only he knows of.
"Ma douce mémoire?"
My eyes opened slowly to see Asher standing before Cameron and I. He was dressed in a light blue silk button up shirt. His pants were navy blue with a white stripe down the sides of the legs. He looked elegant. Almost untouchable. Like he should be placed inside a museum under extreme protection. Anyone can steal the precious jewel, but only a few can see how brilliantly it shines.
I lifted my head away from Cameron. "Yes Asher?"
He stood in front of me with his hands outstretched. "What are you doing here?"
I stepped away from Cameron and put my gun back in its holster. "Take a guess Asher."
He looked at me confused. "Anita has not arrived nor has anyone else. Why must you be here?"
"Because I wanted to. Why else?"
He shrugged. "Ma douce mémoire, please come this way."
I smiled at him, grabbed Cameron's hand, and then walked into the building following Asher. He was headed straight for the "Personnel Only" door I should have went in last time. Hopefully, I'll actually make it.
Asher was only two steps ahead of us every time we moved. His pants made noises as he quickly walked across the floor. My mind began to wonder as to how he knew I was here. Maybe he felt me. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he and I held this intellectual connection that no one else knew about. Shut up Sara.
When he finally arrived at the door, he stood next to it with his hand close to the knob. Was he playing with my mind? Why didn't he open it? Did it hold some deep dark secret? I wonder if the bad guys are behind there. Only one way to find out.
I got sick of waiting for Asher to reveal the door prize so I stepped up to him, pushed him out of my way, and opened it myself. There, right in front of me was the man that had me on all fours last night. He was about six-five, light skinned, with dark chestnut brown hair that hung down to his chest. His hair didn't hide the dark crossed shape scar on the right side of his neck. It was rough and deep. I'm betting the son of a bitch earned it.
Jean-Claude was sitting comfortably in a chair at the wall. He had a wolf at his feet. The wolf was the size of a human. It had honey brown fur with blue husky eyes. Now, who could this wolfie be? I don't really give a rat's ass.
Jean-Claude's velvety voice slid down my skin. "Welcome back Sara."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yeah, whatever."
"Would you like to come in?"
I pointed my finger at the brown haired vampire. "Who's the vampire?"
Brown hair smiled at me. "I am Pierrè. I am sorry for my actions last night. I truly did not know who you were."
"Save it. Anyone know what's happening to the wereanimals?"
Pierrè stepped forward. I quickly touched my gun. If he was going to play bad ass, I at least wanted to be ready.
He surrendered his arms. "Sara, I have not come here to fight."
"Let me pretend that I care."
Jean-Claude stood up with his attention placed on me. "If you strike first, a war will be started."
"I am not anyone's servant."
Pierrè smiled down at me. "At least, not yet."
"Don't threaten me fang face. I'm not in the mood."
Asher stepped on the other side of me. I didn't even have to turn my head to see him. I could feel him. What did that mean?
Jean-Claude walked next to Pierrè. "Do not threaten my guests Pierrè. I have given you hospitality. Do not take it for granted."
Pierrè laughed down at him. "I do not fear you Jean-Claude. Your threats mean nothing to me."
I spoke up. "I came here for answers. If no one has them, I'm out."
Jean-Claude turned to me. Pierrè quickly grabbed hold of Jean-Claude's neck. He picked him up like he weighed nothing. He threw him against the wall. Pierrè then came running at me with his fangs out. I immediately went for my gun. My body felt tense from the power biting at my skin. I couldn't do anything. My hand was stuck on the butt of my gun. My body froze in mid motion. Cameron's hand reached for me, but froze also. What was going on? Pierrè stepped up to me putting a hand on my neck. I unwillingly watched him sink his fangs into my neck. The pain was immediate. I wanted to scream out loud, but my mouth wouldn't move. It felt like a vein was being torn out of my body without using a needle. Two fangs sinking deep within my neck and I can't do anything about it. This night really sucks.