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A/N: Well, at long last, here is another chapter. Thanks a ton to those who reviewed last chapter!! Please forgive the shortness and sort of choppy sentences; I am having a slight bit of writer's block.
A few days had passed since our first night as a couple. We had continued our intimate side as well. With each day that slowly passed, I knew that I was getting in the hole deeper and deeper. I still had not told her by the third day after the night we first made love. This was beginning to stress me out severely. I was becoming a little snappy around her, and I think that she was sensing it, but she never said anything. That night, there were no caresses, just a simple good night, followed by the lights being turned out. I laid there for about an hour, knowing that I wasn't going to sleep at all. I waited to make sure that she was asleep before I decided to get up and go on my nightly walk.
Tonight's walk would be a little different than the others I normally took. I was going to have to find a normal person to feed on tonight, instead of a killer. I don't like it, I don't agree with it, but I have to do it because if I don't, I would wind up hurt, and although I have regenerative ability, that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.
Either way, I slowly crawl out of bed so as not to wake Amy and get dressed. I throw on the trench coat that I stole and grab the card to get back into the room later. With one last look at her and thinking of the mess that I've made for myself, I head out. There's not a soul in the hall, and the only noise that you can hear is the multiple televisions in the rooms. Except for that, all is quiet.
When I open the hotel door and step outside, the fresh night air hits me, and I suddenly feel very alive. It's almost as if I was born to stroll at night. I turn and look at the moon for a moment, and then head on my way.
I took most of the back streets that night, zig-zagging in and out of buildings and main streets. After about an hour of walking, I finally find someone who would be a good substitute. Not quite as defenseless as I'd have hoped, but close. I started to approach her.
"Busy night?" I asked her. The hooker that I am talking to eyeballs me for a moment before answering.
"Could be. What's a pretty thing like you doing in this part of town?" she asks. I stare at her for a moment.
" 'Pretty little thing'? Babe, I am far from little." I say. I then hand her a fifty. She tries to grab at the money, but I pull it back.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"One kiss. It lasts as long as I want, but nothing more. Got it?" I say. She gives me a look like I am crazy, which I very well might be, and then grabs the fifty.
"I got it." she said. I directed her to an alley that was very dark and desolate. Before she could say something annoying and throw me off my guard I am kissing her, and then slowly making my way down her neck to drink, much like I did to Amy a few days ago. I bite into her flesh and begin to drink. Her blood is not as pure as Amy's was, but it will do. I know that this woman had AIDS, and will likely die within the year, and I debate killing her now to simply save her the suffering, but my thought train becomes derailed when someone hits me on the back.
"You cheating bastard!!!" Amy screams at me, hitting me on the back. "How could you?!" I know that there is blood running down my chin, but I thought about it too late and turned to face her. Her anger seemed to rush out in a hurry and was replaced with fear and shock. Her jaw dropped and I realized that she had figured it out on her own. The hooker was starting to come out of her daze. Amy had tears running down her cheeks before she turned to run back to the hotel.
"Amy wait!!" I yelled. She went on without even acknowledging me. I turned back to the woman and closed up her neck.
"Sorry," I muttered to her, as she slid down the wall and sat on the concrete. I slowly began my trudge back to the hotel where undoubtedly I would either have to painfully explain myself, or I would be kicked out and have to room with Jay and Trish again. Either way, it was not going to be a pretty sight.
And either way, I pretty much knew that I was screwed beyond belief.
Fortunately for me, I was used to no-win situations.
Unfortunately, I was not used to dealing with them around females. Which was going to make this difficult.
Extremely difficult.
I suddenly wondered how she had managed to follow me from the hotel without my detecting it. I blamed it on my clouded mind and shrugged it off. If only she could've believed that I was cheating on her. That would've made things a lot simpler. But, stupid me, I had to turn around right at that moment.
Before I knew it, I was standing outside of our hotel room door. I had the key in my hand, but I couldn't seem to raise it. My hand had suddenly become made of lead. I stood there for a moment before I finally heard it.
The sound of sobs coming from the room.
I lowered my head.
"So it begins," I thought, and pushed the card into the slot and opened the door. "I can only hope she understands or at least hears me out."
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