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Authors: Alexis Kennedy
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good it would do. Apparently, locks didn't hinder this person at all. Hmm , person or vampire ?
"Are you alone; is the intruder possibly still there?" the worried Officer Marx took the call immediately.
"I don't know, the doors and windows are still locked, and they already were, I don't know how he got in, so I don't know if he's still here. I'm in the bathroom."
Officer Marx sighed under her breath, "This is strange." Then louder, "A unit is on its way. Stay in the bathroom with the door locked and grab anything that can be used as a weapon; even a can of hairspray can do damage to the eyes. I'll stay on the line with you until the patrol officer gets there, and then I'll be on my way over as well."
Salena suddenly realized she could faintly smell that haunting musky scent again, right there in the bathroom, and it made her shiver— mostly from fear. Something still drew her in, and she had no idea why. How on earth could she be attracted to her stalker, slash mystery love, slash vampire? But then again, Abigail had been...
A loud knock on the front door, followed by the shout, "Police!" about took ten years off her life. She ran to the front door to let the officer in, while still holding the hairspray, and only after looking through the peephole first.
Chapter 31
Devin paced around outside Salena's house, shape-shifted into a black cat, wondering if he'd made a mistake with the flowers. He'd watched her cry from his perch on the windowsill and felt horrible—especially since she'd been scared enough to call the police, again. He'd meant to show his concern and condolences; he hadn't wanted to kill her friend, but the woman was going to interfere.
He watched Salena say goodbye to the police. They'd only told her to make sure everything was locked up tight, always, and not give out any spare keys. They also reminded her to get a lock put on the basement door, and to let them know if she noticed herself being followed or watched; including if anyone she was dating or had refused to date started acting out toward her. A crime scene tech had dusted for fingerprints, and Officer Marx would let her know if anything showed up.
She was too shaken up to even notice one of the officers lean down to pet a black cat on his way back to the patrol car. She knew they thought she was crazy or just seeking attention. There was absolutely no proof someone had been in her home, uninvited. Nothing had been tampered with, nothing was missing, and her locks were all fully functional. Then she started laughing hysterically, trying to imagine the looks on their faces if she told them it was a vampire. They would definitely accuse of her of being insane. Soon, though, the laughs turned to sobs.
After they were gone, Devin watched her close the door and heard the lock click. Then he ran to the side of her house where he watched her go into her bedroom, shut the door, and turn that lock as well. He had watched her come undone, and that hurt his heart.
She'd lied down in her inviting bed for a nap—which was an opportunity for him. He needn't worry about the locked doors and windows; he'd discovered an old pet door in the basement and used that to get in; just as he did with the lilies; just as he always did. He went up the basement stairs, as himself, and opened the door. The door had no lock, but it wouldn't have kept him out anyway. He quietly entered the kitchen and moved, as silent as fog, through the house to her bedroom. He shape-shifted into a spider to crawl underneath the locked door. She was already sound asleep and snoring softly, so he changed back.
Devin slipped into bed with her, and she began to stir a little but remained asleep. He watched her for several minutes, marveling at the beautiful softness in all her features. His heart beat faster, and his breaths came quicker as he imagined tracing his fingers, then his tongue, over those exquisite features. Those features she inherited from Abigail.
It was time; if his
"Are you alone; is the intruder possibly still there?" the worried Officer Marx took the call immediately.
"I don't know, the doors and windows are still locked, and they already were, I don't know how he got in, so I don't know if he's still here. I'm in the bathroom."
Officer Marx sighed under her breath, "This is strange." Then louder, "A unit is on its way. Stay in the bathroom with the door locked and grab anything that can be used as a weapon; even a can of hairspray can do damage to the eyes. I'll stay on the line with you until the patrol officer gets there, and then I'll be on my way over as well."
Salena suddenly realized she could faintly smell that haunting musky scent again, right there in the bathroom, and it made her shiver— mostly from fear. Something still drew her in, and she had no idea why. How on earth could she be attracted to her stalker, slash mystery love, slash vampire? But then again, Abigail had been...
A loud knock on the front door, followed by the shout, "Police!" about took ten years off her life. She ran to the front door to let the officer in, while still holding the hairspray, and only after looking through the peephole first.
Chapter 31
Devin paced around outside Salena's house, shape-shifted into a black cat, wondering if he'd made a mistake with the flowers. He'd watched her cry from his perch on the windowsill and felt horrible—especially since she'd been scared enough to call the police, again. He'd meant to show his concern and condolences; he hadn't wanted to kill her friend, but the woman was going to interfere.
He watched Salena say goodbye to the police. They'd only told her to make sure everything was locked up tight, always, and not give out any spare keys. They also reminded her to get a lock put on the basement door, and to let them know if she noticed herself being followed or watched; including if anyone she was dating or had refused to date started acting out toward her. A crime scene tech had dusted for fingerprints, and Officer Marx would let her know if anything showed up.
She was too shaken up to even notice one of the officers lean down to pet a black cat on his way back to the patrol car. She knew they thought she was crazy or just seeking attention. There was absolutely no proof someone had been in her home, uninvited. Nothing had been tampered with, nothing was missing, and her locks were all fully functional. Then she started laughing hysterically, trying to imagine the looks on their faces if she told them it was a vampire. They would definitely accuse of her of being insane. Soon, though, the laughs turned to sobs.
After they were gone, Devin watched her close the door and heard the lock click. Then he ran to the side of her house where he watched her go into her bedroom, shut the door, and turn that lock as well. He had watched her come undone, and that hurt his heart.
She'd lied down in her inviting bed for a nap—which was an opportunity for him. He needn't worry about the locked doors and windows; he'd discovered an old pet door in the basement and used that to get in; just as he did with the lilies; just as he always did. He went up the basement stairs, as himself, and opened the door. The door had no lock, but it wouldn't have kept him out anyway. He quietly entered the kitchen and moved, as silent as fog, through the house to her bedroom. He shape-shifted into a spider to crawl underneath the locked door. She was already sound asleep and snoring softly, so he changed back.
Devin slipped into bed with her, and she began to stir a little but remained asleep. He watched her for several minutes, marveling at the beautiful softness in all her features. His heart beat faster, and his breaths came quicker as he imagined tracing his fingers, then his tongue, over those exquisite features. Those features she inherited from Abigail.
It was time; if his
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