Chapter 8 – Two vamps in the city
Mina takes the last dried old sheet off another table only to revel more chemist equipment. Looking around at the dry and dark attic her eyes turn red to see everything was still as she left. Four tables at each wall and a desk in the middle of the room carring their scars of acids and other chemicals she had dealt with over the five years she had lived here alone.
She stands there thinking that. This will be the first in five years someone else will be in this house with her. Not since, "Quincy," The name of her son slips out without realizing it..
She closes her eyes and keeps them shut until she gains control over her emotions, they were memories that were dead and she needs to come back into the present.
Opening her eyes she feels a surge of determination and picks up her bag off the unfinished wood floor and places it on the desk.
Tom took the liberty of his "useful kind of guy" mark by imminently putting himself to chorus. He smirks to himself as he swings the axe down on another log . He wonders what Aunt Polly would think of him now, as a young boy he manipulate in any way to get out of work, now for this woman he is willing to put himself into anything.
Noticing he was at the bottom of the pile of stack logs, under a small shed attachment at the back of the house, he stops. Resting his chin on top of the axe handle while balancing it on the chopping block. Playfully he rocks it in the circular motion with his chin muscles.
The noise of crunching snow, as if someone was stepping in it behind him, causes his reflexes. Turning around he swings out one of the revolvers at a squirrel a few feet away giving him a surprise look before hoping away as quickly as it can.
Taking relieving breath, he places the gun back in it's holster, shaking his head at himself. Feeling the adrenaline rush through his body he decides he will finish chopping the rest of the logs.
They were no longer the dry easy to cut ones. This are close to the ground through out the climate changes of the past six months. They built up an icy cover that glues them together, unable to tear them apart with his hands; he brought the axe back up. Aiming for the space between two logs he struck a little to much to the left causing a split and a dissent size splinter to fly out and stab him in the neck.
In pain, Tom drops the axe and lets out a deep sigh as he grabs the splinter end and pulls hard. After much effort it comes out and imminently he leans over to spill the blood on onto the snow, avoiding his cloths, as he hide evidence.
Looking around to make sure he's still alone, he stumbles while leaning forward to a spot near the house where he is out of sight from any windows.
Skinner barley made it up the stairs of the second floor of the pub without falling bacwards because of the weight of Adina whose legs are wraped around his waist.
Taking a breather, he pulls his face away from her cleavage, leaving a trace of white grease on her open chest. Glancing around the room he spots behind two barrels a few flour sacks laying on the floor.
As he makes his way with her towards his chosen target he stops at the feel of her hand caressing the back of his head making his hat fall off.
Looking her in the eyes expecting to see lust he saw instead blood red. Trying to jump back to lose her grip her nails inserts under his skin like hooks and whips his head backwards into a barrel causing Skinner to blackout.
Henry's body couldn't take any more but his heart keeps urging him to go on. He moves as fast as his numb legs could take him until he collapse on the side of the icy road. People busily run around him trying to get their needs meet before the storm hits harder and not caring about his suffering.
Opening his coat he pulls out a vial from the breast pocket of his vest. Taking a deep breath he tries to gathers enough strength to drag himself into an private ally.
Tom finish rinsing the kitchen sink from washing the blood off his hands and neck.
After ringing the washcloth out he takes a quick look at his reflection in the glass pantry cupboard door to see the wound now a scar on his neck. He figures it will take another hour for it to fully heal up.
"Shit," he comments to himself as he looks around the fist floor for anything to cover him for the next hour.
Mina's eyebrow arches as looks at her chain watch. It has been an hour since she opened the lab. Her mind was to preoccupied by organization of beackers, tubes, and chemical cabinet. She places the small jewelry item on the desk next to her now empty bag as she steps away from the tables and walks over to a circler window to flap it open.
Noticing just the sound of people on the streets and not the chopping of wood causes her a little worry.
Walking brisk fully down the bare wooden stairs, she opens the dark wood door to bump into Tom carrying a bundle of wood.
"I guess I should of knocked," Tom smiles as he bends over to pick the few chopped logs that fell on to the dark red carpet hallway.
"I'm sorry I was…." Mina chose not to finish in fear of showing weakness though she considers quickly their was no reason to but it is a force of habit… "on my way to the bathroom."
"Ok." Tom stands back up with his arms full again.
Mina notices something different about him besides his hair style from earlier in the evening became unkept. Her eyes pin point to his scarf cover neck as her nostrils began to flare with a familiar sent of blood.
Tom notices her facial expression; "It was getting cold out there so I'd thought I'd barrow this. Is that ok." He tires as smoothly as he can to look and sound innocent.
"Yes," Mina closes her eyes and gains control over her self, "Sorry." She walks pass him towards her bedroom door.
"I'll just take this up stairs and start a fire," Tom calmy says before continuing up to her third floor.
Mina lingers in her bedroom doorway watching him go up the stairs with a questionable look before entering through her bed room and into her bathroom.
Adina stole the money out of the gentle man thief's coat pocket, "Oh darling we could of had such a good time." She says sarcastically.
Noticing the small bulge through his pants she sighs in humor , "well I guess not that good of a time."
"Big woman or small woman," the frail old man asks his companion as he takes another drag of the opium pipe while the two stare outside the only window out of the den.
Coughing as he excels the other old man speaks, "Woman? We were talking about snow."
"Really? This stuff is good…. must be from china," right as the old man says that a large creature with torn cloths on it's back passes the window.
"I guess so." The other man puts his pipe down and closes his eyes in disbelief.
Adina rips the collar of Skinners coat of to revile his neck. She holds him up in her arms and sniffs his bare neck causing he fangs to advance out.
The drunk walking out of the pub with a black eyes stumbles at the sight of a hideous large man walking towards the pub and sniffing the air. He begins to run screaming in a different language.