Chapter Three
Day's and nights passed by quicker then I thought they would. Yet I have still not ventured outside of the cramped room and into the outside world. Connor seemed to have no qualms about this, thinking it is better that I stay inside where time is passed by talking to each other. He refuses to talk about the world as he knows it though, refuses to tell me the things that are happening outside our dingy little room. In return, I refuse to tell him anything about my past life, even when he insisted that it would help me remember what had happened to me. I would just smile and nod though telling him someday.
To bestow upon him the horrors of my life... or past life, would just be cruel. Here was a bright vibrant kid no more then eighteen and he was asking me to tell him things that would make most people's toes curl. Na uh, no way. Telling him was out of the question here.
So our time was spent by telling each other our favorite foods, or books, and for some reason, my family. He took in the information of my sister and mother greedily like a child starving for attention. Never once though did he tell me about his family, and since I didn't want to pry, I let it go and told him safe stories about Dawn and her annoying little habits.
"I'd like to meet her one day." He said after one of our many hours of deep discussion.
"I'd like that." If she's not already dead that is. Three hundred years were impossible to live through for a human. My heart just didn't want to admit though that she was gone so I held onto the tiny strand of hope that she was still with me.
"I'm going to go out, do you need anything?" Putting on his jacket he managed to reach me through the cobwebs of my mind.
"Can I come with you?" I asked purposely ignoring his question.
Within an instant his eyes became dark and his features clouded. "You know what my answer is."
"Technically, I'm older then you so you shouldn't be so over protective." Feeling superior to his eighteen years, I tried to pull it over his head, but it never seemed to work.
"Yeah, but I know this world, you don't." Grabbing his dagger he slipped up his sleeve telling me it was for protection.
"I can take care of myself."
"You just keep telling yourself that." He threw behind him, leaving me sitting in a chair in a huff. Cabin fever was really starting to get to me. But I didn't dare venture out there by myself for fear that the creep Mike was still lurking. Or maybe it was the cries of fear... sometimes pleasure, that kept me away from the door.
Settling myself down I tried to read. Connor's library of books was extensive, most of them ironically enough, about vampires. Seeing how they were mostly Anne Rice and other dead authors I didn't look too much into it. Now if I saw something like Vampires 101 on his shelf, then I would be suspicious.
Two hours into Interview with the Vampire though I became worried. Connor was never gone this long. He never was away from me for more then a half an hour. Not being able to keep my mind on the book any longer I slammed it shut and started pacing the room. After what seemed like hours, but in actuality was only five minutes I became frantic, knowing that I needed to do something to keep me from running out that door to try and find him.
Cleaning was my only option. Opening up the cabinet door I started looking for some sort of cleaning supplies. I found old rags and a loaf of bread along side the first aid kit, but that was about it. It was the moment I was about to close the door that something caught my eye. On the second shelf where nothing lay the wood looked rotted. Running my hands over the back of it I was easily able to push it in.
Humming filled the room as the once empty cabinet turned inside out it seemed, and presented itself with now a completely filled shelf. Holy water, crosses, stakes, garlic, anything that I would have had in my little trunk back home was neatly stowed on the middle ridge.
"So, it looks like my boy isn't as innocent as I thought." I mumbled to myself, testing the point of one of the stakes. Shaking my head I pushed back into the cabinet wall causing it to become bare again. Sitting down in the chair I couldn't believe that all this time he had been fighting demons and he never once told me. "So much for the trust."
Slamming the door shut Connor stumbled into the room I looked up to give him an icy glare for keeping such a secret from me, but soon was at his side when I saw the blood that covered his body.
"What the hell happened to you?" Leading him over to the bed I made him lay down. Skin the color of paste was all I could seem to see. That and the gaping wound on his neck.
"Got in a fight."
"With what?" Now he would have to tell me. There was no way he would be able to keep something like this from me now that the evidence was clearly marked on his neck.
"Some guy." Okay, maybe I was wrong. Turning around I went to get the first aid kit. In truth, I just couldn't face him right now. If I did, he would surely see how pissed off I was.
"Some guy huh?"
"Yup." He gritted out.
Screw it. I'm not dancing around this. "That's funny. Because to me, it looks like it was a vampire."
If possible, he paled more. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come off it Connor. I found the little toy surprises in the back of the cupboard."
Struggling to sit up he just glared at me. "What the hell were you doing looking around in my personal things?"
"No, the question is what the hell were you doing by not telling me what was actually going on?"
"Sorry if I didn't think you'd believe that there are vampires. You hit your head remember? Don't you think that if I told you that blood sucking fiends existed you'd get just a little bit upset?"
"No." Unbuttoning his shirt I made sure to put a lot of peroxide on his cuts so it would sting even more. "Seeing how I've been fighting vampires since I was fifteen that is."
"Fifteen?"
"What else are you not telling me?" He was silent. "Connor, I have a right to know." Putting the last bandage on his bloodied chest I sighed, tucking my legs under me. "It's time you came clean."