Chapter 11
I grabbed the sheets under me as a sudden pain in my wrist erupted out of nowhere. Isabella pulled the sheets around us and then took my wrist into her mouth again. What was she doing? Whatever it was it hurt like hell and I wanted her to stop it but I couldn’t seem to talk. All of my energy was draining ever so slowly as my head fell back to the pillows. The last thing I knew, I had once again zoned out.
That was the third time since I had met these people that I had passed out. What was wrong with me? I had never done that before, not even at a sweltering hot concert in the heat of the sun. Something was slowly draining my energy and when I awoke again I was fully dressed in my jeans, but a different shirt. It was a tight short sleeved black shirt. I guess it was Maxum’s or someone who also lived here, but the point is that I was dressed! Isabella was no where to be found! I was still in the bed but no one else was in the room. The smoke had disappeared and besides the candles there was no light. I remembered the pain that had been brought to me by this goddess of the night and I looked at my wrist. There were bite marks all over it! What the hell?! I held it with my other hand as it started to sting.
Just then the door opened, and Maxum walked in followed by Isabella who was wearing a long black gown. The dress tight and it framed out her perfect shape. The front if it was low cut and the ends of the dress slid around on the floor behind her. Her long red ringlets lay about her shoulders and chest as she stood there staring at me. Maxum had on a black suit and white tie with his ravishing long black hair still neatly pulled behind his head. He walked up to me.
"Please, get up, young one," he commanded me in a somewhat harsh tone. "I have a job for you now."
Job? Great a job! I wasn’t about to complain to him though. I just got up and walked over to them looking at Isabella who was standing there with her arms crossed in her human like form. Maxum put a hand on his shoulder as he led me out of the room; Isabella following behind him and I. I just walked alongside him nervously. I didn’t really know what he had planned. In fact, I really didn’t want to know. We walked out into the main room again and this time I finally could tell what this place was supposed to be. It was a nightclub. Hmm, how convenient. Everything was all set up now, and the men were just putting on the finishing touches. Maxum led me into his office once again. I looked back at Isabella who grinned at me as he shut the door on her.
"Have a seat."
Trying really hard not to displease him I sat down as quickly as possible in the chair in front of his desk. I guess this is what it felt like to go to the principal’s office. I had never gotten to experience that and if it was anything like this, I’m glad I was home-schooled. Maxum stood before me glaring down as if he was reading my mind. He finally spoke.
"We need you and your friend’s help, Bob."
"Huh?" I wondered who or what he meant by friends. "I mean sure, but what friends?"
I didn’t think I knew anyone. Oh my gosh what if they got Scott, Clint, or Dave? No, they couldn’t have known about them, could they? My heart thudded out of my chest as Maxum got up, a sly smile forming in the corners of his mouth. His dark eyes pierced right through me as he went over to the closet. His slender hand turned the knob slowly and when it opened to its full extent, three corpses fell out. They were guys, probably a little bit older than I was. One of them was a punk though cause he had colorful dreadlocks and a wallet chain hooked to his pants. I backed up in my chair.
"They’re not dead though," Maxum told me. "They would be, but they’ll wake up soon enough. They have a lot of work to do too."
"I don’t know them though," I said taking a deep breath that it wasn’t my brothers.
"Yes, I know that but they are going to bring me all of the teenagers around here to this club tomorrow night," he smiled again.
"Ok, so what’s my job?" I asked nervously.
"So glad you asked. I know that you’re really big into music right?"
I nodded.
"Well, we need a DJ for the club," he told me.
"Alright. I guess I can handle that."
"Good, then you’ll start when we open and then after your work is finished," he whispered into my ear before leaving the room, "we’ll make you one of the family."
I couldn’t talk or breathe. What? No! I didn’t want to be a vampire? I just wanted to be normal. To be loved by someone. To . . . I could only find what I needed at home. I realized that that was the only place that really excepted me. They just didn’t understand me. Could I ever go back there? No, I probably couldn’t, but I still don’t want to be a vampire! No way no how! I wanted to grow up, get married, and have kids someday not live forever as little Bob Moffatt!
Maxum left and Isabella came in. She put her arms around my neck in a hugging embrace. I tried not to let myself look so upset.
"Come on the sun should be up soon," she said practically picking me up out of the chair.
I got up and walked back to the velvet/gothic room. I was feeling a little sleepy, but not too much. Isabella came in after me. She noticed the grief in me I guess because she stopped.
"Bob, after you and the others come and we can," she stopped suddenly as if she were saying the wrong thing.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"No, we can what?" I asked her again.
"Nothing we’re just . . ." she sighed and put her hands on her hips. "Do you want to know the truth? The whole plan?"
"Yeah, it’d be nice," I replied a little flustered.
"Well, when the club opens we are using you and the others as bait to lure the slayer here and kill her finally," Isabella said through clenched teeth. "We must have our revenge. She must die for killing our family."
"Huh, a slayer? What are you talking about?" I was confused. "You mean like Buffy the Vampire Slayer?"
Isabella rolled her eyes.
"Yes, dummy, there’s always a slayer. Despite the TV and movie version of vampires and slayers, they’re both real. Just in the movies they make us seem weaker than the slayer and have so many vulnerabilities. We can’t die by garlic or crosses or just about anything as long as you don’t puncture us in the heart. Then we die. They always make the slayer out to be so strong, but that’s false. Both Maxum and I have killed slayers in the past and we won’t hesitate to do it again."
"So this slayer will be a young innocent girl, like Buffy?" I asked her just to make sure.
"Yes, about your age. She’s stronger than any ordinary human, but not as strong as us." Isabella smirked.
"Well, obviously she must be pretty strong or otherwise she couldn’t have killed your . . ." I stopped in mid sentence when Isabella spun around her fangs and mouth drooping in an angry snarl.
"And I can see that the fang theory is correct." I tiptoed my way out of this situation not wanting to make her mad.
"Yes, very much so. Without these it’s a little hard to live off blood. We can go out during the day, but it drains our powers and we look dreadful in the sunlight." She explained calming down.
"Ohhh, ok." I nodded. "So I just have to stand there and watch you guys feast off of Tulsa’s teenagers right?"
"Well, yes, until we decide to feast on you too," Isabella smiled. "But I won’t let anyone touch you b/c you belong to me."
I crossed my arms feeling like I was being taken advantage of, "Who says, you?"
She grabbed my throat giving me a sly smile. "Don’t fuck with me, Bob. You don’t know what you’re dealing with."
She said all of that in a really nice way even though she meant it to be mean. I fell on the couch and held my neck. That hurt and I gasped for a big breath of air. She turned and walked towards her bed.
"What exactly am I dealing with?" I asked her when I could finally speak again.
"You’ll find out soon enough," she replied before disappearing off to slumberland.
The truth was, I didn’t want to find out.