Chapter six
Brigitte took up a job cleaning the motel for cash. Since the man who owned it was cheep and didn't want to hire cleaning ladies. He was a fat greasy man. He was crude and would stare at Brigitte in ways that made her feel UN easy. He'd pay her around 50 bucks for cleaning.
There were about 10 rooms she had to get to work or he'd change his mind. Cleaning the vacant room's she saw that one besides her own. "More then likely some yuppie on a business trip or drug dealer. She thought. Knocking on the door she herd some one move a bout and an oh shit. The door opened. "Cleaning lady." Brigitte muttered.
Looking up it was the man from the coffee shop. He looked down at the girl. "Oh. Ok come in then." Walking in her saw clothing throwing everywhere. "Sorry about the clothing I'll pick these up for you." He picked up his clothing and stuffed them into his duffle bag. "My name is Vincent." He said as Brigitte took the sheets off his bed. "Were you from?" he asked tilting his head. "The suburbs." Brigitte said hopping his questions would stop there. "Ah! That's why you look a bit out of place. I've lived in the city since I was five." Vincent went on.
As Brigitte worked Vincent talked away. She was in the bathroom scrubbing away in the bath tub. All you could smell was the cheep bleach the aroma burned Brigitte's sentive nose. While Vincent watched her. His eyes never left her; he was fascinated with the girl. Brigitte felt nervous as her eyes looked on to her hopping he wasn't some serial rapist or some thing. "That's all I need some nut job stuffing my body into garbage bags." "Do I make you nervous?" Vincent's voiced softened. "It's just you look a bit tense. Sorry I'm being a bother just I haven't seen a pretty lady like you in a while." Brigitte tensed up more getting ready to leave. "Oh sorry didn't mean to make you more nervous. It's not like I'd do any thing to hurt you or any thing of that matter. Just I've been traveling and I'm a bit lonely and want to talk."
"Fine we'll talk after I'm done cleaning." Vincent nodded at this he went out of the room. Brigitte herds the front door close. She then started to mop the pastel blue floor now the place reeked of cheep bleach and pine. The smells made her feel dizzy. Cracking open the tiny window in the bathroom she went back to work.
Finishing with the bathroom she dusted the living area that was just a king sized bed and T.V. family sweets where the only ones with more then a "room" and a tiny kitchen. Lucky for her there were only three family sweets.
After cleaning all the rooms and washing the sheets, she went back to her room were she rested her feet. After about 12 minuets there was a knock at the door. Sighing Brigitte walked over to the door. Opening the door she saw Vincent standing outside he carried a paper bag with some things in it. "The manger said you'd be in here." Brigitte never really got a good look at him. He had dark hair minus the streaks of grey his hair went down to the top tip of his ears except hazel eyes she stood up to his chin. Eyeing the paper bag she looked back up to him. Moving out of his way he walked in the small room and sat at the edge of the bed.
Slowly closing the door Brigitte sat on the floor between the T.V. and bed. "I brought us some dinner from a chines restaurant. I thought it would be better to talk over a hot meal." Emptying the paper bag with all sort of tasty goods. Vincent moved on to the floor with her so he wouldn't get food on her bed. "So. Why are you here? Problems at home?" he asked
She felt a bit of shock at the question she shock her head no. "I wanted to get out on my own." She fibbed. "Ah living on the edge. I did that for a bit now I'm trying to settle down some were decent." They both talked about random things Brigitte hated to admit it but she liked his company she's been alone since her sister died. They both mowed down there dinner Vincent pulled out a bottle of wine. "I thought we celebrate." Taking out a cork screw and two plastic cups. Vincent opens the bottle with a pop he Poured the two cups full of red fluid.
Passing one to Brigitte she took the cup placing it to her lips she sipped the bitter sweet fluid. "Mmm not bad." She said taking another sip afterwards. "Yeah I have good taste in wine. Though this wine goes better with pasta. My mom used to teach me about fine dinning." "My mom let me and my sister have a sip at new years." Brigitte felt a bit warm from the wine. "Umm can I get changed this is my work clothing." Vincent nodded Brigitte went into her bag and grabbed a pair of jeans and a grey t-shit, she left to get changed into the bathroom.
"Hey he's cute don't you think B." Gingers specter said. Turning around Brigitte saw her sister sit on the edge of the bath tub." "It's not like that Ging." She mumbled. Standing up Ginger had a skeptical look on her face. "He's a guy there only one thing on their mind." She said with a dark tone to her voice. "Sex, sex and more sex!" Brigitte shook her head "Shut up Ginger." She said as she put on the t-shirt over her head. Leaving the room Ginger let out a sigh and faded off.
Vincent Greeted her with a smile as Brigitte sat back down on her spot on the floor. "Any more breaded shrimp or lemon chicken?" she asked him. "Yeah a bit go for it I like the beef and veggies." He handed her the container with the two foods and Brigitte started eating them. Leaning forward Vincent looks Brigitte straight in the eyes with a serous look on his face. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed my smell." "What?" Brigitte said with a confused look on her face. "I'm a werewolf too. Why do you think I'm so interested in you besides the fact that I'm lonely" Brigitte started to back up. "It's ok I'm not going to attack. I'm born this way I have control. Unlike the other two that are after you." "Why are they after me what did I do!" She screamed she could feel her blood pounding. Leaning close he brushed the hair from her face. "You're a female there's not a whole lot of them. Normally when we attack we do it to kill so you were even lucky to get away. That makes you special." "I wasn't bitten my sister was." Vincent had a look of interest "Go on" Brigitte was on the verge of tears but held them back. "She went crazy tried to kill a friend. I tried to help her see we made sort of a cure. But the only way I could get her to go with me was to infect my self with her blood." Brigitte showed him the scar on her palm. "But I was too late there was nothing left in her. I I killed her." Brigitte broke out crying Vincent wrapped his arms around her tiny frame trying to comfort her. "It's all my fault." She sobbed putting her head into his chest. He was the first person she told this too she was happy to let this out.
Vincent patted her back. "It happens some times some peoples minds just cant handle the change. You did the right thing, if you didn't do it I would have to. My job is to kill werewolves that bring attention to them self's, I was heading to Bailey downs to give a warning some lycan that was going around killing local dogs." "That's the one that bit my sister. It got splattered by a truck." "Hmm it seams I have my work cut out for me. But I am sorry your sister couldn't handle the change. Its better she die by the hands of a loved one then me."
Looking up at Vincent "are you going to kill me too?" Her face wet with tears. He smiled at her. "No. You have a strong will I don't think you'll go crazy like her. But if you need help I'll be near by can't let a rogue werewolf go UN checked. Plus I need you as bait since you seem to be driving all the others to you. You'll know its me I'm not an animal like them." Carrying Brigitte to her bed he set her down he sat at the edge. "One is close by I can smell him."