now for sure.”
I nodded to Grace again and placed my other slashed wrist over her head. “Let’s drink a little bit more, okay?”
While Death sat with Grace, who had finally drifted off to sleep and was resting comfortably in the guest room, I bandaged my wrists, changed into a sleeveless blue t-shirt, faded jeans, and a black leather jacket, and decided to get some fresh air. My day had gone to Hell in a hand basket, and that was putting it mildly. “Check her pulse often and call me immediately if anything happens,” I had told Death.
“Rayea, we have to do that meeting thing at some point.”
“You wanna do it now? Or wait and see if she wakes up?” I had asked him.
“I’ll make some calls and see if I can put them off a little bit longer. J said I could use the ‘doing inventory/too busy’ excuse if necessary.”
So, I had a stay of execution for a few more hours and I wanted to put it to good use. I needed some downtime, if that was possible. Bouncing out the door like a free man, I decided to make a couple of calls while I wandered around the streets of the Haight-Ashbury district and see the nightlife. Surely I can get some privacy in a sea of tourists, I thought.
I texted Blick and few times and got no response. Lynn, as well, did not reply to my text messages. She was probably busy with work. Finally, while I waited at the light next to the Golden Skull bar, I texted Ashton . Was the world mad at me? A few moments later, he sent me a reply picture. He was in makeup and had his set of vampire fangs in. His text said, “Sexier than a gnome, right? xoxo.” I laughed out loud at the picture and text message. Ashton was the only guy I knew who sent xoxo’s as hugs and kisses in text. When I got one of his first text messages, I had to ask Lynn what it meant. Okay so maybe the entire world wasn’t mad at me. I realized I shouldn’t be worried about just my circle of friends, but after the day’s events, I was dreading having to start my new job at some point, or dying, if that was the case instead.
While I sent a reply text to Ashton asking him if I could have a rain check tonight, he replied that he had to work late anyways. I saved the image of him in his makeup and stuffed my phone in my jacket pocket. Once I realized I had wandered past the bar and ended up near the alley on Clayton Street, I looked for a parallel street sign to see how far away I was. It was a bright night in San Francisco and the moon hung low. I enjoyed being able to see in the dark so well which really didn’t matter when a light was on every street corner anyways. At night, many of the neighborhoods were lighted well. I stopped near a café. Leaning against a brick wall, I reached for my phone. Time to call Blick, I thought to myself.
This is Blick at Cloud.com. Leave a message after the beep.
Dang it! No answer. Why doesn’t he answer?
As I contemplated my next call, that being to Lynn in which I would beg her forgiveness for standing her up for lunch, I heard a few guys yelling in the alley next to the cafe. Their cheers were mixed with a dog barking and what seemed to be another animal screaming. Against my better judgment, I decided to investigate.
“There ya go, Zeus. You want that cat, don’t ya? Let ’em go at it again, T . I want this cat good and freaked out when we release him,” I heard one guy say.
Several of the others were too distracted with the scene in front of them to see or hear me as I silently watched from atop a dumpster behind them. I had used my vampire speed and agility to land just where I wanted to so I could survey everything. Sneaking around the city at night like a ninja was a vampire pastime I secretively enjoyed, but I’ll deny that if anyone tells the guys. Just saying.
The group of guys, all dressed in black sleeveless T-shirts, green camouflage pants, and black army boots, centered around two
I nodded to Grace again and placed my other slashed wrist over her head. “Let’s drink a little bit more, okay?”
While Death sat with Grace, who had finally drifted off to sleep and was resting comfortably in the guest room, I bandaged my wrists, changed into a sleeveless blue t-shirt, faded jeans, and a black leather jacket, and decided to get some fresh air. My day had gone to Hell in a hand basket, and that was putting it mildly. “Check her pulse often and call me immediately if anything happens,” I had told Death.
“Rayea, we have to do that meeting thing at some point.”
“You wanna do it now? Or wait and see if she wakes up?” I had asked him.
“I’ll make some calls and see if I can put them off a little bit longer. J said I could use the ‘doing inventory/too busy’ excuse if necessary.”
So, I had a stay of execution for a few more hours and I wanted to put it to good use. I needed some downtime, if that was possible. Bouncing out the door like a free man, I decided to make a couple of calls while I wandered around the streets of the Haight-Ashbury district and see the nightlife. Surely I can get some privacy in a sea of tourists, I thought.
I texted Blick and few times and got no response. Lynn, as well, did not reply to my text messages. She was probably busy with work. Finally, while I waited at the light next to the Golden Skull bar, I texted Ashton . Was the world mad at me? A few moments later, he sent me a reply picture. He was in makeup and had his set of vampire fangs in. His text said, “Sexier than a gnome, right? xoxo.” I laughed out loud at the picture and text message. Ashton was the only guy I knew who sent xoxo’s as hugs and kisses in text. When I got one of his first text messages, I had to ask Lynn what it meant. Okay so maybe the entire world wasn’t mad at me. I realized I shouldn’t be worried about just my circle of friends, but after the day’s events, I was dreading having to start my new job at some point, or dying, if that was the case instead.
While I sent a reply text to Ashton asking him if I could have a rain check tonight, he replied that he had to work late anyways. I saved the image of him in his makeup and stuffed my phone in my jacket pocket. Once I realized I had wandered past the bar and ended up near the alley on Clayton Street, I looked for a parallel street sign to see how far away I was. It was a bright night in San Francisco and the moon hung low. I enjoyed being able to see in the dark so well which really didn’t matter when a light was on every street corner anyways. At night, many of the neighborhoods were lighted well. I stopped near a café. Leaning against a brick wall, I reached for my phone. Time to call Blick, I thought to myself.
This is Blick at Cloud.com. Leave a message after the beep.
Dang it! No answer. Why doesn’t he answer?
As I contemplated my next call, that being to Lynn in which I would beg her forgiveness for standing her up for lunch, I heard a few guys yelling in the alley next to the cafe. Their cheers were mixed with a dog barking and what seemed to be another animal screaming. Against my better judgment, I decided to investigate.
“There ya go, Zeus. You want that cat, don’t ya? Let ’em go at it again, T . I want this cat good and freaked out when we release him,” I heard one guy say.
Several of the others were too distracted with the scene in front of them to see or hear me as I silently watched from atop a dumpster behind them. I had used my vampire speed and agility to land just where I wanted to so I could survey everything. Sneaking around the city at night like a ninja was a vampire pastime I secretively enjoyed, but I’ll deny that if anyone tells the guys. Just saying.
The group of guys, all dressed in black sleeveless T-shirts, green camouflage pants, and black army boots, centered around two
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