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known him less than twenty four hours and yet no matter what he did around me, I ended up breathless.
“Oh, mia mortale …I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
“No, I mean…I didn’t want to die in the alley. Of course I didn’t. I don’t know what I was thinking looking for vampires. I was bored with my life. And now,” I choked on a sob. “And now?”
Chapter 5
SEVERAL DAYS HAD passed before I saw Nico again. I had asked for some alone time to soak in everything that had just transpired and he had given it to me, too. Maybe it was even a little too much time.
I had spent the first night crying myself to sleep with uncontrollable sobbing that forced me to get a new pillowcase out of the closet.
On the second night, I thought of every different possibility to get me out of this situation. I could go to the police. The idea ended quickly when I remembered the other vampires and the whole mind reading thing. They’d kill me before I even made it to the station. I could run screaming back to Florida. It sounded like a bad idea, though. First, I wouldn’t give my friends the satisfaction. Also, I didn’t want to run.
The third night I wrote a list of pros and cons of being alive. I didn’t get very far, which didn’t help matters. As depression set in, I got hungry and called room service. I ordered almost everything on the menu. I spent the rest of the night sick to my stomach and shredding my list. Leaving Florida was something I was glad I did. Saying goodbye to my friends was hard, but I’d get over that, too, in time. Leaving mortality behind? It was something a little more difficult to swallow. I knew there was a danger to seeking the truth when I departed for this trip, but nothing ever happened to the other truth seekers, so why me? The reasonable part of me felt certain that I wouldn’t find a vampire. It was just something to do. I was sure that vampires didn’t exist, but they do and I still can’t believe it.
This whole time, I hardly stepped out of the hotel room. I was scared of too many things. Of seeing Nico and not seeing him and the idea of running into another vampire who maybe would have killed me in the alley. How many times had I passed by one of them during my walks in the city and not known it? I would have to ask Nico about that, though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer.
I left the room three times in total.
The first was to talk to Matt down at Yankee Bar, which I made sure to visit in the brightest part of the day. The position was mine if I wanted it. I was scheduled to start next Tuesday and would be paid in cash tips, so we didn’t have to worry about reporting anything. I had told him that it was only temporary because I needed some extra cash to extend my vacation. He understood; apparently, he’s used to it.
The second place I went was the little grocery store around the corner to get some groceries. I wanted to make sure there was enough to eat while holed up in the little hotel room. Thank goodness for my mini fridge and the little microwave.
Finally, I left the room one last time to talk to the hotel manager down in the lobby. It was time to negotiate some sort of weekly rate. He wanted to know how long I’d be staying but I didn’t have an answer. I told him it was yet to be determined but it was easier to figure out in weeks instead of days anymore. He cut me a good deal and I was thankful because it saved me over a hundred Euros a week.
It was Saturday by the time I finally met up with Nico and I was willing to go along with whatever he had in mind. The idea of becoming immortal had its benefits, though whether I was thinking sane or not was undetermined. It was better than anything waiting for me back in Florida. It’s not like I had some plan of what I was going to do once I was done traipsing across Europe. My bank account was beyond depleted and I knew it was time to head back. Hopefully the bartending was
“Oh, mia mortale …I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.
“No, I mean…I didn’t want to die in the alley. Of course I didn’t. I don’t know what I was thinking looking for vampires. I was bored with my life. And now,” I choked on a sob. “And now?”
Chapter 5
SEVERAL DAYS HAD passed before I saw Nico again. I had asked for some alone time to soak in everything that had just transpired and he had given it to me, too. Maybe it was even a little too much time.
I had spent the first night crying myself to sleep with uncontrollable sobbing that forced me to get a new pillowcase out of the closet.
On the second night, I thought of every different possibility to get me out of this situation. I could go to the police. The idea ended quickly when I remembered the other vampires and the whole mind reading thing. They’d kill me before I even made it to the station. I could run screaming back to Florida. It sounded like a bad idea, though. First, I wouldn’t give my friends the satisfaction. Also, I didn’t want to run.
The third night I wrote a list of pros and cons of being alive. I didn’t get very far, which didn’t help matters. As depression set in, I got hungry and called room service. I ordered almost everything on the menu. I spent the rest of the night sick to my stomach and shredding my list. Leaving Florida was something I was glad I did. Saying goodbye to my friends was hard, but I’d get over that, too, in time. Leaving mortality behind? It was something a little more difficult to swallow. I knew there was a danger to seeking the truth when I departed for this trip, but nothing ever happened to the other truth seekers, so why me? The reasonable part of me felt certain that I wouldn’t find a vampire. It was just something to do. I was sure that vampires didn’t exist, but they do and I still can’t believe it.
This whole time, I hardly stepped out of the hotel room. I was scared of too many things. Of seeing Nico and not seeing him and the idea of running into another vampire who maybe would have killed me in the alley. How many times had I passed by one of them during my walks in the city and not known it? I would have to ask Nico about that, though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer.
I left the room three times in total.
The first was to talk to Matt down at Yankee Bar, which I made sure to visit in the brightest part of the day. The position was mine if I wanted it. I was scheduled to start next Tuesday and would be paid in cash tips, so we didn’t have to worry about reporting anything. I had told him that it was only temporary because I needed some extra cash to extend my vacation. He understood; apparently, he’s used to it.
The second place I went was the little grocery store around the corner to get some groceries. I wanted to make sure there was enough to eat while holed up in the little hotel room. Thank goodness for my mini fridge and the little microwave.
Finally, I left the room one last time to talk to the hotel manager down in the lobby. It was time to negotiate some sort of weekly rate. He wanted to know how long I’d be staying but I didn’t have an answer. I told him it was yet to be determined but it was easier to figure out in weeks instead of days anymore. He cut me a good deal and I was thankful because it saved me over a hundred Euros a week.
It was Saturday by the time I finally met up with Nico and I was willing to go along with whatever he had in mind. The idea of becoming immortal had its benefits, though whether I was thinking sane or not was undetermined. It was better than anything waiting for me back in Florida. It’s not like I had some plan of what I was going to do once I was done traipsing across Europe. My bank account was beyond depleted and I knew it was time to head back. Hopefully the bartending was
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