Though no one was near, he hardly ever thought about that kind of embarrassing stuff. He might blush. Though, technically, he couldn't blush.
But that human instinct hasn't left him, even after all those years of supernatural existence.
Neither has love, or nervousness.
He went back to his car, and went to his other home in Rochester, a small apartment. There was still time to kill until sunlight, and he hadn't fed in a couple days.
He decided to feed. He needed to. If he went anymore days without food, he might turn into an uncontrollable beast. He went to a party at the University of Rochester, and had his fill, in which he left, with only fifteen minutes until he should be asleep.
He barely made it home and closed the shutters, then went to his room, where he had several covers on the lone, small window. He took a breath in, which he didn't exhale.
He woke up at around 4:45, since it was still early winter. He changed clothes, and felt refreshed. He had fed, and he didn't go overboard.
He watched television while he waited for dusk to settle in. Twilight looked beautiful today, but he wanted to meet her in the night of night. Maybe at around eight. Or maybe nine.
Ten after eight, he left his apartment.
"Michael. Off to feed again?" someone asked. Crap.
"Anne. No: I'm off to enjoy the night." Bitch. You got me caught last time. He suspected she wanted to ask him a favor. She only called him Michael when she wanted a favor. Though he couldn't blame her nerve, since she didn't even know he got captured.
But, then again, only his group of vampires did, which were few. He never created covens because he knew vampires were never completely loyal, or truthful. He was only friends with the people that were created in his old town. He knew them since he was human. He trusted them, and many a time they have come through for him. So other than them, no one knew.
"Michael. I heard what happened to you last time," she told him, looking for a reaction. She didn't get one. Well, he thought no one else knew. Word must have gotten around about the girl that escaped from the vampire hunters that managed to kill Regina Sloane, and had captured Michael, the "ruler" of Brockport, New York. Regina came after Michael, and vampires tend to respect the veteran vampire of anything smaller than a town. Those humans were his subjects, and they had to get permission from him to feed. And he usually let them feed –for a price that usually benefited only him. Not many vampires liked being in Brockport. So many of their inhabitants were healthy, and smelled…well, delectable. Regina Sloane only stayed that long for two reasons: One, she loved a human that lived there, and two: she couldn't leave since she was killed indefinitely.
He sighed loudly. He smiled his ready smile, and said, "I'm alright. Alive, obviously."
"Yes. But I wanted to ask you something," she said, a little uncertainly. He waited patiently. "Why didn't you kill the girl? Is there a bond that gets created when saved by a human?" she asked, almost desperately.
"You were caught, then saved by a human," he said, more statement than question.
She didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue.
"I felt the bond immediately, whether she would have helped me and risked her life or not," he answered, completely honest for the first time about the subject.
"I see. Then, why didn't you offer her?"
He stayed quiet for a minute, not sure if to tell her. Why not? She understood him, because she has been one of those few vampires saved by a human.
"She refused," he said quietly. The apartments were dominated by vampires, though everyone usually was out by this time. Like he should have been.
"How about you take your savior with you and come with me. I am about to meet her," he said, not really thinking about it.
She thought about it for a few seconds. "Alright. Where do you want to meet?"
"Laundromat," he said.
"That's where I was brought," she said, alarmed.
"You mean—" Fuck. There are still vampire hunters associated with the Laundromat?
"Never mind," he said. "Meet me at Bergen Swamp. We need to discuss some things." They walked to their respective directions, and Michel got into his car. He would go to the park.
Kerry is very insightful. If she would want to see him again, she would be waiting for him there.
He got to the park, and didn't see her. He got off the car, to see if maybe she was on the other side, but didn't see her either. He didn't hear much, except two heartbeats beating wildly. Probably teenagers.
Of course, the fact that they both breathed like guys threw Michel off. No, not teenagers; two grown up men, waiting for something. He remembered this climax. They were waiting for the perfect time to attack.
In the time he lost thinking about it, he caught her scent. Was she coming? Or was she captured by these guys? Should he go straight to them, or pretend to leave?
He didn't know. He was at a loss, but couldn't afford to be, not with Kerry in possible danger.
He heard an old car turn off, and he almost smiled with relief. It was Kerry's father's car. He turned around and saw her. She was rolling up her windows, and when she saw him, she smiled.
Maybe those two guys are gay, he thought, leaving to meet her. Or maybe not. Maybe they saw me talk with Anne? No. I was driving way too quickly for them to catch up, let alone be at the park and wait for me. But they are suspicious. They were involved with Anne's capture. I can't lead them to her.
"Kerry," he said, a little worried.
"What happened?" she asked.
"A vampire was caught yesterday, and I think that the people I hear now are vampire hunters." He saw her turn white, and reassured her.
"Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you. But I would like to know: You will help me?"
She thought about it. It almost looked like she would deny her services, but in the end, her face became determined.
He smiled before she told him yes.
"Where are we headed?" she asked.
"Do you remember Bergen Swamp?"
Well, new chapter. Do you like it?
School has started, so I don't have much time to let my imagination run wild.
Keep telling me what you think :)