Eleventh.
Sun light was streaming in through the break in the curtains when I finally woke the next day. I sat up and stretched, I hadn't felt so rested in at least…well, I don't think I could remember the last time. I realized that I was still in the robe from last night so I grabbed some clothes from my bag and made my way into the bathroom. After splashing some cool water on my face and changing I pulled a brush through my hair. I was surprised by how long it had gotten, I almost never had it down. I brushed my teeth and smiled into the mirror, dabbed a small amount of make-up and lip gloss on, opened the curtains feeling the warmth of the late morning sunshine on my face and then headed out of the room.
I opened the bedroom door and then jumped back. Damon was standing in the doorway smiling in at me. I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. "Good morning," he greeted me handing over a glass of blood.
I sniffed it unsure of his motives. "Where did this come from?" I asked. I didn't feed on humans but only because I didn't want to hurt another person if I didn't have to. I had fed on animals for centuries.
"It's from a blood bag…from the hospital. I didn't kill anyone to get us our breakfast," he assured me. I took a sip and thanked him.
He stood in the doorway making no effort to move. "So, what are your plans for the day?" I asked him as I grabbed my e-reader off of the bedside table. He seemed hesitant to tell me so when he said he had a lot to do I just let it go. I had planned to head to the town square to read for a while and enjoy the sun, daylight had always represented safety to me, plus it made people watching much easier.
I grabbed a light sweater from my backpack, my cell phone, some water, my journal and a pen and stuffed them all into my oversized handbag. "I'm planning on stopping by The Grille for dinner later if you feel like stopping by," I told Damon. As I walked down the stairs a few steps ahead of him I again found myself in awe of the woodwork, the antique furnishings and the size of the rooms. I tried to imagine what it must have been like a half century ago when the rooms were all full of guests talking, reading, sharing a brandy after what could only have been an exquisite meal in the oversized dining room.
I had stopped on the landing as I let my imagination take over but was hurdled back to reality when I realized that Damon was standing below me in the hallway calling my name. I walked down the last set of stairs. He stood smirking at me as I started towards him and I blushed, a little embarrassed that I had lost myself completely in my own imagination. "its okay, every woman that has ever stayed in the boarding house has fantasized about me," He said to me smiling the whole time. I had no idea how to react to that so I just rolled my eyes, walked past him and headed out the door.