no clue what could explain this sight. I came over here to talk about the vampire asleep in my bed, the last thing I could’ve imagined would I’d be sitting in the middle of downtown Baghdad. I continued to look around the room and I thought about all the crazy shit that has been happening. Now everything was coming together. In a bizarre, crazy-ass way this was starting to make sense. “We need to get you out of here. We need to tell management that we left, and when we got back the room looked like this. There is no way in hell they have ever seen anything like this. They will have to believe some kind of coyote got in here—a whole gang of them.”
“Let’s get out of here.” Sasha grabbed her purse and, ironically, that had nothing wrong with it.
We left the room; I peeked my head in the room one more time and just sighed.
We began to walk down the stairs to get to the front desk.
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
“I'm taking you to my place, and I have a visitor.”
“A visitor? Who?” Sasha asked
“A vampire.” I said. “And he thinks my name is Kyro.”
Chapter Nine
The Radisson didn't quite know what to make of the room. They were more worried that we'd be the ones suing them because a wild animal had gotten into the room so they just made sure we were okay and left it at that. Thank God.
We arrived back at my apartment. I checked up on Patrick. He was in the exact same position I had left him. Sasha had some nurse training. I thought when he woke up she could check on him. I felt like a turd for not taking him to the hospital. I still might, but I need to process this first and as far as I could tell he was breathing fine. If he was suffering some internal life threatening injuries, that remained to be seen.
I walked out into my living room and Sasha was sitting on my couch.
“Thanks, Tommy.”
I just stared at her perplexed.
I didn't even know how to respond to that statement. Thanks? I wanted to say, You're not welcome. Since meeting you my entire life has spun out of control. But I held my tongue.
“We need to get you a cage,” I said.
“A cage?”
“Yeah, I'm putting this werewolf thing to the test, and sticking your rabid ass in a cage tonight is the only thing I can come up with.”
“I don’t have rabies. Where will you find a cage to hold a werewolf?”
“Where you find everything you need, Craigslist.” I went on my computer that was on a desk in my living room.
I got onto the site and went on Orange County and its surrounding areas.
I typed in. “Large animal cage.”
“Wow,” I said out loud. “There's a page full of cages here. What kind of cage do you want?”
“You're really going to put me in a cage?”
“I saw what you did to that room. I just recently got new furniture.”
“Look here,” I read out loud. “It says, ‘large cage—used to hold a gorilla—strong bars—nothing gets in or out.’ Damn! 2,500 dollars!”
“Twenty five hundred dollars?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s way too much.”
“It is,” I said. “But I'm looking at these other cages and I do not trust how small they are. The expensive cage is gigantic!”
“Do you have 2,500 dollars?” she asked.
“Don't worry about that,” I said. I knew she was a con artist. So she didn't have to know anything about my income. I just recently had $80,000 dollars given to me when my grandfather died and there was no way in hell she was going to know that information.
I called the number and the guy said I could have it for two thousand if I picked it up in San Diego. How in the world am I going to get to San Diego and haul a two ton cage 100 miles before tonight? I had to do it I needed to go down there and rent a U-haul truck.
“We’re taking a trip to San Diego, girly girl,” I announced.
“Can we stop by the store?” Sasha asked. “I need some girl items.”
I looked at her with zero expression and said, “Alright, I don't need to know anymore.”
We stop in
“Let’s get out of here.” Sasha grabbed her purse and, ironically, that had nothing wrong with it.
We left the room; I peeked my head in the room one more time and just sighed.
We began to walk down the stairs to get to the front desk.
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
“I'm taking you to my place, and I have a visitor.”
“A visitor? Who?” Sasha asked
“A vampire.” I said. “And he thinks my name is Kyro.”
Chapter Nine
The Radisson didn't quite know what to make of the room. They were more worried that we'd be the ones suing them because a wild animal had gotten into the room so they just made sure we were okay and left it at that. Thank God.
We arrived back at my apartment. I checked up on Patrick. He was in the exact same position I had left him. Sasha had some nurse training. I thought when he woke up she could check on him. I felt like a turd for not taking him to the hospital. I still might, but I need to process this first and as far as I could tell he was breathing fine. If he was suffering some internal life threatening injuries, that remained to be seen.
I walked out into my living room and Sasha was sitting on my couch.
“Thanks, Tommy.”
I just stared at her perplexed.
I didn't even know how to respond to that statement. Thanks? I wanted to say, You're not welcome. Since meeting you my entire life has spun out of control. But I held my tongue.
“We need to get you a cage,” I said.
“A cage?”
“Yeah, I'm putting this werewolf thing to the test, and sticking your rabid ass in a cage tonight is the only thing I can come up with.”
“I don’t have rabies. Where will you find a cage to hold a werewolf?”
“Where you find everything you need, Craigslist.” I went on my computer that was on a desk in my living room.
I got onto the site and went on Orange County and its surrounding areas.
I typed in. “Large animal cage.”
“Wow,” I said out loud. “There's a page full of cages here. What kind of cage do you want?”
“You're really going to put me in a cage?”
“I saw what you did to that room. I just recently got new furniture.”
“Look here,” I read out loud. “It says, ‘large cage—used to hold a gorilla—strong bars—nothing gets in or out.’ Damn! 2,500 dollars!”
“Twenty five hundred dollars?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s way too much.”
“It is,” I said. “But I'm looking at these other cages and I do not trust how small they are. The expensive cage is gigantic!”
“Do you have 2,500 dollars?” she asked.
“Don't worry about that,” I said. I knew she was a con artist. So she didn't have to know anything about my income. I just recently had $80,000 dollars given to me when my grandfather died and there was no way in hell she was going to know that information.
I called the number and the guy said I could have it for two thousand if I picked it up in San Diego. How in the world am I going to get to San Diego and haul a two ton cage 100 miles before tonight? I had to do it I needed to go down there and rent a U-haul truck.
“We’re taking a trip to San Diego, girly girl,” I announced.
“Can we stop by the store?” Sasha asked. “I need some girl items.”
I looked at her with zero expression and said, “Alright, I don't need to know anymore.”
We stop in
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