A/N: Thank you to my few reviewers and to Vampire Outlaw of London for all her ideas and help, this story would never have gotten into my head without you. Sisterly Love 4 Evah to Ya'
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Chapter 2: Thinking of You
After closing up Raiya's shop, I decided to head to the Shrink's office. But I couldn't stop thinking of that dark stranger that made the only purchase I had gotten in weeks. And it was one of my books that I had written. Yay!
He had long black hair, pulled back in a ponytail with two strands hanging on the outlines of his face. His eyes were a playful, yet dangerous looking electric blue shade, and he carried himself with grace and capability. Absently, I had just noticed the flutter of my heartbeat whenever I had thought of him. He had one lone gold ear ring in one of his ears, and he was tall and handsome… 'Ay! Que horror! Stop it, Rona!' I thought to myself, but could not shake the strange, yet wonderful thoughts of him away. He made me feel…attractive, though eventually I managed to brush those thoughts away quickly.
What was I thinking anyway! This man I would probably only see today- he probably found such distaste for the store after tonight's antics. My sole customer since the death of Raiya, my beloved sister, and I had to fall into an argument with him. This is horrible!
Ay! What a night! No more workaholic night shifts; I'm going to go home and sleep. My head was pounding, and I was ready to call it a night. I decided that I would call Mr. Codav, and tell him that I am moving my appointment to next week. That sounded perfecto to me.
What was with me, to make me feel so weird about that guy back at the store? The thought of him kept appearing more and more in my mind as the evening went on. He had been one of the few to even attempt to argue with me. But the way he looked at me did no justice for me either. I forced myself to shake the mysterious man out of my thoughts, and closed the shop door behind me. I took my keys from my coat pocket, and got in the car. I then went to get some Chinese food. I know, Chinese in Transylvania? Not possible is it? Well, yes, it is possible, and I found a Chinese food restaurant in the old plaza. Then, after ordering a take out of Chow Mein, I headed to my apartment for a shower and rest…
But yet, it seemed as if this man had a certain characteristic about him that seemed…strange to me…What was it in his eyes that made him seem as though he were the strongest person in mind and body and that made me feel so scared at times? As I pondered this a lot, I realized that I would never really know the answer, no matter how long my mind had tried to make sense of it…
In Dracula's Castle…As soon as I reached the Castle, I called in my head Chef, a werewolf named Israel. He came bounding in with a great leap. 'Master, you have returned! Did you bring me what I desire?' Israel said.
"Keep your fur on, I brought nothing home for you," I said, showing him the book I had retrieved from the bookstore I loved so much. He gave me a toothy grin. I looked at him curiously, and he started to explain.
'Oh, if you are wondering about that book, it is quite a 'fangtastic' read. I read it in my free time that was not spent serving you. The author is supposedly one of the best in America, where he is from. At least, I do believe the author is a he, but the person had a twin that moved here and started a bookstore. The twin was killed by one of your minions, and the author decided to take care of his sister's shop. They are of Spanish descent, and the twins were supposedly semi diverse, one a neat freak, the other a messy genius. The shop always looked messy, and the twin is still trying to organize it. You have to feel sorry for the poor misfit, though, for trying,' Israel said with a sigh.
I remembered the tidy, uptight looking Latino woman in the shop, and it hit me. The woman I liked to pick on and argue with, it was she that is R.I. Penwell. I closed my eyes, and chuckled. She certainly possessed the looks of an organized author. Now I knew who the woman was, and I needed to know the patterns of her writing style. I grinned, a metallic glint in my eye.
"Israel, I need you to fetch me the address of Miss R. I. Penwell. After I breeze through her…masterpiece…I would like to pay her a little visit. Right after I wake again to terrorize the night with my abhorrent presence. While you do that, I instruct you to bring me a glass of warm O positive with a hint of pina colada. I have a craving for Mexican food," I said, turning to my chambers.
The werewolf smiled, "Yes sire, I shall bring it immediately. The address as well shall be yours, and if I know what you are thinking, I think-"
"Right now Israel, I am in a happy mood. Do not let that change, Israel. And no, just because I have an interest in this author does not mean that I fancy to make her my bride…"
" I take that as a yes, Master," Israel said with a smile.
"Do me a favor, Israel…"
"Yes Master?"
"Shut up."
"Yessir. And have a good sleep, let no nightmares come on fearsome wings as yours," Israel said before he himself departed to fetch my glass of blood, and the address.
I knew Israel was no fool…I just chose not to listen to him about Miss Penwell. I knew that eventually Israel was never proven wrong, and only in rare occasions did I find myself in need of a new werewolf because I myself had killed him. He did have a point to his madness, and nine times out of ten, he was correct in his predictions. Did he know something about myself that even I, who had years to know myself, did not know?
It made me distressed, thinking about it, so I settled into my coffin to take a quick nap, and read her story. Little did I know that I would like it very much…