were only scratched?"
A flare of annoyance rose inside her. "I'd know whether I was bit or not."
"Well you did kiss the guy, I needed to be sure."
She heard the jealousy in his voice and tried to tone herself down. "I'll get myself checked out right after work tomorrow."
"Pat can't take your shift?"
Jackie opened her mouth but then quickly shut it again. Saying that her mother wouldn't be able to take the shift so Jackie could go to the hospital wouldn't sound so great, especially since the woman only had a cold.
"I'll call her and ask."
"Good, lock your doors and windows, clean any cuts you might have. ...Good night."
She knew there was more he wanted to say to her since she knew about his feelings, and it made her nervous and guilty. "...Good night."
Jackie hung up the phone and went to the bathroom and did as Mike said. she cleaned the punctures in her arms, brushed her teeth, washed her face, then put her glasses on the nightstand and flopped into bed with her clothes still on. That man’s face flashed in her head right before she fell asleep.
TWO
Kyle McKane stared after the girl as she ran from the alley, his eyes glued to the spot where she turned the corner long after she disappeared.
He thumbed his teeth again just to feel their normal shape, how they didn’t cut his skin and he laughed and fell back into the fresh snow.
Cured. He was cured .
His hysterical laughter stopped when the sound of sirens soared through the air. He stumbled to his feet, adjusting to the change of not having the extra speed, stealth and strength that he was used to having at night and checked on the girl. She was fine, just unconscious.
Good.
He'd heard her screams and rushed to her rescue against those creatures. If that other woman, whoever she was, hadn't shown up to help him when she had, he might have been on their menu as well. Even if he had somehow managed to beat the last two after an exhausting fight with the first four, he probably wouldn't have been able to put a cap on his thirst.
The fight to rescue the attacked woman had turned into a fight over who would be the one to feed from her, possibly kill her, and Kyle thanked God that he didn't have a murder hanging over his head.
The sirens piercing the air moved quickly, towards him. The woman who kissed him must have lived nearby to call the police so quickly, Kyle was shocked that there were police in this city at all.
Griffon City. The first time he’d heard of it in that bar he thought for sure that the law here was like stepping into the old west. A man made his own justice.
How wrong he'd been.
He took the blonde haired woman and turned her over, lifting her into his arms with a troubling grunt. He could have used that amazing strength right about now. She wasn't heavy, kind of petite really, but whatever that other woman had done to him when she cured him had been draining.
There was no place to put her that did not have any snow, luckily she wore a long coat that went to her knees, and leather boots that rose just as high. He placed her gently under a street lamp where she could easily be seen and away from the body of the dead vampire. He turned his head about to make sure there were no more unsettling characters nearby and ran back to the shelter of the alley.
His plan was simple enough, run through the back alley’s until he knew there was no one following him and get back to the cheap motel where he was staying.
However, he wasn't even halfway down the alley when a little black something sticking out of the fresh snow, and quickly becoming buried by the snow still falling, caught his eye.
A wallet. He stopped and picked it up, and flipped it open. He grinned at the picture.
Not the face of the woman he just put under the street lamp, but the one who kissed him. The picture wasn't flattering, but these kinds of pictures never were. He'd seen the real thing and knew what to appreciate. "Hello Gorgeous."
He pocketed the wallet