grinned at him. “I was wrong earlier when I thought to myself nothing could compare to the laptop Jason gave me .”
His lips twisted into a magnificent smile before he stood up. I was uncertain what he was doing at first, until he pried me off of the sofa and effortlessly cradled me in his arms as he made his way up the stairs. I grasped his arms tightly, afraid with every step that he would drop me. Somewhere deep inside I also still feared for my blood. What i f he had lied about the animals or couldn’t control his hunger around me?
We approached my bedroom door, which was wide open and inviting. He laid me gracefully across my soft mattress and pulled the covers up over me. I nearly objected before he put a cold finger to my lips.
“It's late, and yo u have had a long, tiresome day,” h e whispered. “Get some sleep.”
“ But I haven’t even got to enjoy my presents yet !” I playfully whined.
“Not even the last one?” h e asked with an innocent grin.
“Well, when you put it that way...I enjoyed one of my gifts, ” I yawned . I was more tired than I had realized .
“Goodnight,” h e whispered sweetly and I drifted away into a deep slumber.
9. DESTINY
My dreams were filled with horrific images. A raven hovered over a burning house. Shrill screams of an infant. Salem, covered head to toe in flames, wobbling helplessly out of the smoldering building. A dark, cloaked figure whisking him up from the gray cobblestone alleyway. I heard him screaming, saw him writhing in agony.
“Alex!” Salem's voice yelled my name as the figure pressed his lips against the base of his neck. The world started to quiver and shake, and I heard him call my name again.
My eyes flew open. Salem was shaking me, yelling my name. “You were screaming in your sleep...a re you okay?” h e asked as he saw my eyes were open.
“I-I think so, ” I clung onto his cold, thin body. “It was horrible.” I sobbed into his shoulder.
“It was only a dream,” h e said reassuringly.
“It was a nightmare , about you...” I muttered. “The burning house, Hannah, Raziel...and then I heard your voice calling for me.”
“That part wasn't a dream,” h e smiled.
“There was a bird, too, ” I remembered suddenly. “It was f lyi ng above the burning building…a raven.”
Salem flinched. “Raziel claimed that some hunters could transform into ravens.”
“Are...are Waldron's the only vampire hunters?”
“Most likely not, the world is a vast place, but the Waldron's are the only ones I have ever directly encountered,” h e stared at me inquisitively. “Maybe you should speak to Paul again. Ask him if he knows anything about that ability.”
“How would he know?”
“He knows a lot about vampire and hunter history alike. But don't tell him I sent you...he can't know that I am with you. In fact, it's best that no one knows.”
I grudgingly agreed to see Paul that morning after breakfast. I looked through the phone book Janet kept in the drawer of the end table beside the sofa then tossed it aside when I had an idea. I ran back to my room, plugged up my laptop, connected to the first password-less Wi-Fi I coul d find and searched online for ‘ Paul's Auto Shop , Willowshire, Colorado ’ . Fortunately it popped up right away .
I had the cordless phone with me ready for when I found the digits . I dialed the number and Kate answered saying that Paul took the day off. She did, however, give me his home number to call. I nervously input the number and waited for his answer.
“Hello?” It was definitely Paul's voice.
It took me a moment, but finally I choked out a greeting. “Hey, Paul...”
“Alexis!” I could hear the joy he got from hearing my voice. “Is everything okay?”
I glanced at Salem, “Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to see you again...and to say I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ve done some thinking, and I want to talk about…things…again.”
“Vampires, you
His lips twisted into a magnificent smile before he stood up. I was uncertain what he was doing at first, until he pried me off of the sofa and effortlessly cradled me in his arms as he made his way up the stairs. I grasped his arms tightly, afraid with every step that he would drop me. Somewhere deep inside I also still feared for my blood. What i f he had lied about the animals or couldn’t control his hunger around me?
We approached my bedroom door, which was wide open and inviting. He laid me gracefully across my soft mattress and pulled the covers up over me. I nearly objected before he put a cold finger to my lips.
“It's late, and yo u have had a long, tiresome day,” h e whispered. “Get some sleep.”
“ But I haven’t even got to enjoy my presents yet !” I playfully whined.
“Not even the last one?” h e asked with an innocent grin.
“Well, when you put it that way...I enjoyed one of my gifts, ” I yawned . I was more tired than I had realized .
“Goodnight,” h e whispered sweetly and I drifted away into a deep slumber.
9. DESTINY
My dreams were filled with horrific images. A raven hovered over a burning house. Shrill screams of an infant. Salem, covered head to toe in flames, wobbling helplessly out of the smoldering building. A dark, cloaked figure whisking him up from the gray cobblestone alleyway. I heard him screaming, saw him writhing in agony.
“Alex!” Salem's voice yelled my name as the figure pressed his lips against the base of his neck. The world started to quiver and shake, and I heard him call my name again.
My eyes flew open. Salem was shaking me, yelling my name. “You were screaming in your sleep...a re you okay?” h e asked as he saw my eyes were open.
“I-I think so, ” I clung onto his cold, thin body. “It was horrible.” I sobbed into his shoulder.
“It was only a dream,” h e said reassuringly.
“It was a nightmare , about you...” I muttered. “The burning house, Hannah, Raziel...and then I heard your voice calling for me.”
“That part wasn't a dream,” h e smiled.
“There was a bird, too, ” I remembered suddenly. “It was f lyi ng above the burning building…a raven.”
Salem flinched. “Raziel claimed that some hunters could transform into ravens.”
“Are...are Waldron's the only vampire hunters?”
“Most likely not, the world is a vast place, but the Waldron's are the only ones I have ever directly encountered,” h e stared at me inquisitively. “Maybe you should speak to Paul again. Ask him if he knows anything about that ability.”
“How would he know?”
“He knows a lot about vampire and hunter history alike. But don't tell him I sent you...he can't know that I am with you. In fact, it's best that no one knows.”
I grudgingly agreed to see Paul that morning after breakfast. I looked through the phone book Janet kept in the drawer of the end table beside the sofa then tossed it aside when I had an idea. I ran back to my room, plugged up my laptop, connected to the first password-less Wi-Fi I coul d find and searched online for ‘ Paul's Auto Shop , Willowshire, Colorado ’ . Fortunately it popped up right away .
I had the cordless phone with me ready for when I found the digits . I dialed the number and Kate answered saying that Paul took the day off. She did, however, give me his home number to call. I nervously input the number and waited for his answer.
“Hello?” It was definitely Paul's voice.
It took me a moment, but finally I choked out a greeting. “Hey, Paul...”
“Alexis!” I could hear the joy he got from hearing my voice. “Is everything okay?”
I glanced at Salem, “Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to see you again...and to say I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ve done some thinking, and I want to talk about…things…again.”
“Vampires, you
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