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strangers were gone. Rueâs bed looked better than anything in the world, narrow and lumpy as it was. In short order, sheâd cleaned her face and teeth and pulled on her pajamas. Martha leaped onto the bed and claimed her territory, and Rue negotiated with her so sheâd have room for her own legs.
Rue was really tired, but she was also shaken. After all, there was a human dead on the street. She waited to feel a wave of guilt that never hit shore. Rue knew that if Hallie had been by herself, it would be Hallie lying bleeding on the street.
Been there, done that, Rue told herself coldly. And all I got were the lousy scars to prove it.
As for the shock sheâd gotten at the Jaslowsâ, a glimpse of the face she feared above all others, she was now inclined to think sheâd imagined it. He would have made sure she noticed him, if heâd known she was there. He would have come after her again.
Heâd sworn he would.
But it was funny that tonight, of all nights, sheâd thought sheâd seen him. At first, sheâd imagined him everywhere, no matter how many times sheâd called the police station to make sure he was still in the hospital. Maybe, once again, it was time to give Will Kryder a call again.
She imagined Sean lying in a coffin and smiled, just a curve of the lips before she drifted off to sleep.
Actually, Sean was on the road.
* * *
Sean had a feeling he was doing something wrong, going behind RueâsâLaylaâsâback like this, but he was determined to do it, anyway. If heâd asked Thompson to help, he had no doubt the younger vampire could have tracked down any information Sean needed on the damned computer. But Sean had never gotten used to the machines; it might take him twenty more years to accept them.
Like cars. Cars had been tough, too. Sean hadnât learned to drive until the sixties. He had loved phonographs from their inception, though, because theyâd provided music for dancing, and he had bought a CD player as soon as he could. Words were hard for Sean, so dancing had always been his means of expression, from the time heâd become free to dance.
So here he was, off to collect information the old-fashioned way. He would get to Pineville tonight, find a place to hole up until he woke the next night, and then get his investigation under way.
Sean knew Rue had a fear that ran so deep she couldnât speak of it. And once heâd decided Rue was his business, it had become his job to discover what she feared. He had done some changing through the centuries, but the way heâd grown up had ingrained in him the conviction that if a man claimed a woman as his familyâor his mateâhe had to protect her.
And how could he protect her if he didnât understand the threat?
While Rue rose late to have a leisurely breakfast, clean her apartment and wash her clothes, Sean, who had consulted his housing directory, was sleeping in the vampire room of the only motel large enough to boast one, right off the interstate at the exit before Pineville. He had a feeling it was the first time the clerk had rented the room to an actual vampire. Heâd heard that human couples sometimes took the room for some kinky playacting. He found that distasteful. The roomâwindowless, with two aligned doors, both with heavy locks, and a black velour curtain in betweenâhad two coffins sitting side by side on the floor. There was a small refrigerator in the corner, with several bottles of synthetic blood inside. There was a minimalist bathroom. At least the coffins were new, and the padding inside was soft. Sean had paid an exorbitant amount for this Spartan accommodation, and he sighed as he undressed and climbed into the larger of the two coffins. Before he lay down, he looked over at the inner door to make sure all its locks were employed. He pulled the lid down, seconds before he could feel the sun come up.
Then he died.
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Rue was really tired, but she was also shaken. After all, there was a human dead on the street. She waited to feel a wave of guilt that never hit shore. Rue knew that if Hallie had been by herself, it would be Hallie lying bleeding on the street.
Been there, done that, Rue told herself coldly. And all I got were the lousy scars to prove it.
As for the shock sheâd gotten at the Jaslowsâ, a glimpse of the face she feared above all others, she was now inclined to think sheâd imagined it. He would have made sure she noticed him, if heâd known she was there. He would have come after her again.
Heâd sworn he would.
But it was funny that tonight, of all nights, sheâd thought sheâd seen him. At first, sheâd imagined him everywhere, no matter how many times sheâd called the police station to make sure he was still in the hospital. Maybe, once again, it was time to give Will Kryder a call again.
She imagined Sean lying in a coffin and smiled, just a curve of the lips before she drifted off to sleep.
Actually, Sean was on the road.
* * *
Sean had a feeling he was doing something wrong, going behind RueâsâLaylaâsâback like this, but he was determined to do it, anyway. If heâd asked Thompson to help, he had no doubt the younger vampire could have tracked down any information Sean needed on the damned computer. But Sean had never gotten used to the machines; it might take him twenty more years to accept them.
Like cars. Cars had been tough, too. Sean hadnât learned to drive until the sixties. He had loved phonographs from their inception, though, because theyâd provided music for dancing, and he had bought a CD player as soon as he could. Words were hard for Sean, so dancing had always been his means of expression, from the time heâd become free to dance.
So here he was, off to collect information the old-fashioned way. He would get to Pineville tonight, find a place to hole up until he woke the next night, and then get his investigation under way.
Sean knew Rue had a fear that ran so deep she couldnât speak of it. And once heâd decided Rue was his business, it had become his job to discover what she feared. He had done some changing through the centuries, but the way heâd grown up had ingrained in him the conviction that if a man claimed a woman as his familyâor his mateâhe had to protect her.
And how could he protect her if he didnât understand the threat?
While Rue rose late to have a leisurely breakfast, clean her apartment and wash her clothes, Sean, who had consulted his housing directory, was sleeping in the vampire room of the only motel large enough to boast one, right off the interstate at the exit before Pineville. He had a feeling it was the first time the clerk had rented the room to an actual vampire. Heâd heard that human couples sometimes took the room for some kinky playacting. He found that distasteful. The roomâwindowless, with two aligned doors, both with heavy locks, and a black velour curtain in betweenâhad two coffins sitting side by side on the floor. There was a small refrigerator in the corner, with several bottles of synthetic blood inside. There was a minimalist bathroom. At least the coffins were new, and the padding inside was soft. Sean had paid an exorbitant amount for this Spartan accommodation, and he sighed as he undressed and climbed into the larger of the two coffins. Before he lay down, he looked over at the inner door to make sure all its locks were employed. He pulled the lid down, seconds before he could feel the sun come up.
Then he died.
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