I'd like to mention that english is not my native language, and therefore I appologize for both spelling and grammar that might be off sometimes. Please feel free to review.
After 20 minutes or so, the car pulled over and Kirya snapped back to reality. Her hand hurt like hell and the scarf she'd bandaged it with, was soaked in blood.
She got out of the car, wondering if he'd just brought her as a late night snack, of if he was gonna be true to his word, and actually let her work for him. Weirdly enough, the thought didn't really affect her. It was, what it was.
She looked around taking in the street. There wasn't much traffic, only a few people out walking, and the occasional car cruising by. In front of her was a large old building, about 7 storeys high. It was painted in a strikingly yellow color, that made her wanna squeeze her eyes shut.
The vampire went past her and unlocked the door.
She followed in his trail, up the stairs. When he finally stopped at the top floor, cold sweat was forming on her forehead. There was only a single door.
Well, it figures he would have a penthouse apartment, she thought to herself.
As she entered the apartment after him, a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelmed her. She stumbled and had to grab hold of the nearest wall to steady herself. Unfortunately she instinctly used her wounded left hand.
The world started spinning, then her head hit the floor and everything went black.
She woke up, totally disoriented. It took her several moments before she realized she was lying on the floor in a heap. Slowly she got up into a sitting position, carefull not to use her wounded hand as support.
The vampire was nowhere to be seen. Awkwardly she got to feet, and when the dizziness didn't return, she looked around. She was standing in a long, but not very wide hallway. To her right it ended in a wide opening, into what appeared to be a livingroom. Since it was the only open door in the hall, she went that way.
He was sitting in a couch next to a small table. As she stepped in, he emptied a glass of golden liquid. Scotch, she guessed.
Not even looking at her, he said:
"Bring the bottle over," gesturing at a large cabinet right next to the door. She opened the top drawer, and easily found the bottle. It looked old and expensive.
She went over to him.
"Pour."
"Yes sir." she said, as she clumsily opened the bottle with one hand.
"Name's Damon, and I'm no fucking sir, girl."
"I'm sorry s...Damon."
She poured the scotch in the glass, hoping she got the amount right. She never really understood why you didn't just fill the glass, or use a smaller one. She placed the bottle on the small table and straightened.
"Can I ask a question?"
"If you must."
"I need to bandage this properly..." She let the sentence hang in the air, not sure how to end it. He was a vampire! He probably didn't need a first aid kit in the house.
"So?" He sounded bored.
"I was just wondering if you had anything i could use?"
"You don't need that." He poured another glass and then he raised his wrist to his mouth and bit! She gasped shocked as thick dark blood started running from the wound. He caught the drops in the glass. As the contents mixed, the liquor turned to a disturbingly red-gold color. He offered her the glass.
She accepted it, but hesitated to drink, trying to make up her mind.
What the fuck? I just shot myself today, got a job working for a vampire, and saw at least twenty people getting killed. Drinking blood from a vampire should be easy.
She brought the glass to her lips, downing most of it in one gulp. The scotch warmed her mouth and throat all the way down. And weirdly enough the sweet metallic taste of blood actually blended well with the liquor.
She had downed it all, before she'd even noticed.
She placed the glass on the table. She wasn't used to drinking alcohol, and she felt a bit bouncy already. The pain seemed to dim as well.
"Thank you."
"Yeah whatever, now get out of my sight."
She did as he ordered, leaving the room the same way she'd entered. Standing in the hallway again, she wondered what he wanted her to do? She'd kinda realized he wasn't the most talkative guy. At least now she knew his name...
Damon.
It wasn't the kind of name she'd expected a vampire to have, but in someway it fitted him perfectly; his deadly eyes, dark hair, and slim figure. Even the way he moved like he was above anyone else, seemed to fit into that one word: Damon.
She shook her head. She needed to find the bathroom and clean the wound. If it got infected she was in deep shit. Somehow she didn't really believe that he would pay a hospital bill.
She started to open the nearest door, when she stopped dead. She'd just used her left hand! Slowly she unwound the bloody scarf revealing her just as bloody hand. But beneath the blood there was no wound. Only a mark, the size of a coin, where the bullet had entered.
She couldn't believe her own eyes. She squeezed them shut, counted to ten, then opened them again looking at her hand. Holy fuck!
She moved her fingers. Nothing, no pain, not even the tiniest ache.
She shook her head; this was definitely the weirdest day in her life. She looked into the room behind the door. It was a large room with a king sized bed and nothing else in it. No pictures on the wall, nothing.
She closed it again, trying the next door.
In the end door number three was the right one.
A bathroom revealed itself, and she quickly slid in and closed the door behind her.
She immediately turned on the hot water and started washing the blood from her hands. When her skin was glowing pink and clean, she washed her scarf as well.
Suddenly exhausted, and a bit high headed from the drink she'd had, she sat down on the floor, leaning against the door.
Few seconds later she was asleep...