was… um…was um, working on a few office things.”
I shook my head to gain better control. “Was it something in particular you wanted?”
His lips twitched into a smile. I could only guess what he thought. From now on, mental note, watch what you say to a vampire. I always managed to say the wrong things to Richard. If I recalled correctly, the second time we met I had offered him something to drink! Now, I realized, I had the audacity to ask him if there was something in particular he wanted. Damn it! Of course there was!
“Well,” he softly purred. His voice was silky and sultry. “For starters, may I come in? I would like to speak to you concerning your little werewolf problem.”
Hesitating, I opened the door for him. For reasons I couldn‟t explain, I allowed him entrance. At the same time I said a silent prayer he would behave himself. He stopped, paused for a moment, eyed me carefully then walked past me.
“We can talk in the office. That is, if you don‟t mind,” I stated flatly. I was sure he could hear the fear in my voice. Probably even smell it.
Richard followed me through the living room to my father‟s office. I immediately went to the desk, sat down and grabbed a folder. At least I felt a little safer with the dark cherry desk between us. Like a desk could offer me protection from this vampire.
Richard however, lingered in front of my father‟s massive book collection.
“Your father? He was a big fan of Edgar Allen Poe.”
“Yes, he was.”
“Ah, an old favorite? Dracula ?” He teased as he pulled out the book.
I raised my eyebrow, astonished to see a vampire reading a book about a vampire.
Somehow, this was a very humorous moment for me. No one but me would find this amusing, but to see Richard, the most inhumanly beautiful creation I had ever seen, a vampire, reading Bram Stoker‟s Dracula … Unbelievable.
“Yes, it was one of my father‟s favorites. Have you read it?” I was almost teasing him, a point I couldn‟t resist.
“Actually, I have not. I really never liked the scary stuff.” His gaze caught mine. His lips twitched once or twice. “May I?” He gestured with the book.
“Please, be my guest.” I gestured with my hand.
Richard seated himself on the golden trimmed red sofa my father loved so much.
His right leg crossed over his left, poising himself comfortably as he opened the ancient book. Slowly he flipped through the pages. My computer screen blinked as the banking information came up. I wasn‟t sure exactly if it was Richard or I who was stalling.
“Richard, you mentioned the werewolves.” I broke the silence.
“Oh yes. I am terribly sorry. Forgive me, please.” He paused and looked up from his book. “I suppose I was somewhat side tracked. It appears there has been more activity in the area of the werewolves. They have been coming in from outside areas.”
My heart froze again. “What are you saying?”
“What I am saying is the werewolves are grouping together. More packs of them are coming into the area.” He closed the book then rose to his feet. With a few steps he was in front of the bookcase again, replacing the book in its rightful place.
“How do you know this?” My eyes widened.
“I have seen them.” He glanced up at me. “They are concentrating around the Fort Mountain area. Do you have any idea why?” He pulled out another book.
I sat back in my chair, clearly annoyed by his seeming lack of concern.
“I have no idea. Daniel and I were out there last night. We ran into two of them.”
“Hmm.” He chimed as he peered up from the book in his hand. “Maybe they were hunting you and Daniel.” His tone was more inferable than I would have liked to hear.
“And you know of this… how?” I leaned forward. My eyes narrowed as I glared in disbelief. “Unless, you were there.” I challenged.
Richard‟s gaze met mine. His eyes peered into my soul. A shiver ran through my body. He knew I was challenging him. My senses
I shook my head to gain better control. “Was it something in particular you wanted?”
His lips twitched into a smile. I could only guess what he thought. From now on, mental note, watch what you say to a vampire. I always managed to say the wrong things to Richard. If I recalled correctly, the second time we met I had offered him something to drink! Now, I realized, I had the audacity to ask him if there was something in particular he wanted. Damn it! Of course there was!
“Well,” he softly purred. His voice was silky and sultry. “For starters, may I come in? I would like to speak to you concerning your little werewolf problem.”
Hesitating, I opened the door for him. For reasons I couldn‟t explain, I allowed him entrance. At the same time I said a silent prayer he would behave himself. He stopped, paused for a moment, eyed me carefully then walked past me.
“We can talk in the office. That is, if you don‟t mind,” I stated flatly. I was sure he could hear the fear in my voice. Probably even smell it.
Richard followed me through the living room to my father‟s office. I immediately went to the desk, sat down and grabbed a folder. At least I felt a little safer with the dark cherry desk between us. Like a desk could offer me protection from this vampire.
Richard however, lingered in front of my father‟s massive book collection.
“Your father? He was a big fan of Edgar Allen Poe.”
“Yes, he was.”
“Ah, an old favorite? Dracula ?” He teased as he pulled out the book.
I raised my eyebrow, astonished to see a vampire reading a book about a vampire.
Somehow, this was a very humorous moment for me. No one but me would find this amusing, but to see Richard, the most inhumanly beautiful creation I had ever seen, a vampire, reading Bram Stoker‟s Dracula … Unbelievable.
“Yes, it was one of my father‟s favorites. Have you read it?” I was almost teasing him, a point I couldn‟t resist.
“Actually, I have not. I really never liked the scary stuff.” His gaze caught mine. His lips twitched once or twice. “May I?” He gestured with the book.
“Please, be my guest.” I gestured with my hand.
Richard seated himself on the golden trimmed red sofa my father loved so much.
His right leg crossed over his left, poising himself comfortably as he opened the ancient book. Slowly he flipped through the pages. My computer screen blinked as the banking information came up. I wasn‟t sure exactly if it was Richard or I who was stalling.
“Richard, you mentioned the werewolves.” I broke the silence.
“Oh yes. I am terribly sorry. Forgive me, please.” He paused and looked up from his book. “I suppose I was somewhat side tracked. It appears there has been more activity in the area of the werewolves. They have been coming in from outside areas.”
My heart froze again. “What are you saying?”
“What I am saying is the werewolves are grouping together. More packs of them are coming into the area.” He closed the book then rose to his feet. With a few steps he was in front of the bookcase again, replacing the book in its rightful place.
“How do you know this?” My eyes widened.
“I have seen them.” He glanced up at me. “They are concentrating around the Fort Mountain area. Do you have any idea why?” He pulled out another book.
I sat back in my chair, clearly annoyed by his seeming lack of concern.
“I have no idea. Daniel and I were out there last night. We ran into two of them.”
“Hmm.” He chimed as he peered up from the book in his hand. “Maybe they were hunting you and Daniel.” His tone was more inferable than I would have liked to hear.
“And you know of this… how?” I leaned forward. My eyes narrowed as I glared in disbelief. “Unless, you were there.” I challenged.
Richard‟s gaze met mine. His eyes peered into my soul. A shiver ran through my body. He knew I was challenging him. My senses
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