wide-eyed at the horror she had just witnessed.
At the sound of her voice, Nigel turned to look at her. Lacey gasped and began to back away again. That wasn't Nigel, couldn't be her Nigel. The man standing before her looked like Nigel but had white eyes that shone like pearls. His lips were partially parted displaying a set of fangs similar to the ones which had pierced the side of her neck. He appeared to be covered in blood, both his own and the other, now dead vampire's.
Her neck!
In all the excitement she'd forgotten that she was bleeding. Her hand automatically went to the side of her neck. Warm liquid seeped from the wound, when she removed her hand. She brought it to her face and screamed. Her hand was covered in her own blood.
She felt dizzy, and clutched the arm of the sofa to steady herself.
Lacey looked back to Nigel, then to the corpse which he still held against the wall by the neck. Before her very eyes the dead vampire turned to ash, the grains falling to the floor, settling into her shag rug.
"Lacey. Please don't be afraid. I can explain," Nigel stated, putting his hands out to his side, palms out. "Don't be frightened. I was going to tell you, I swear to God I was."
The shock of the incident passed and she found herself shaking, sobs burst in her throat and tears flowed. She collapsed onto the sofa. She could hear Nigel slowly advancing towards her.
When he sat down next to her, she turned to face him. His eyes were back to the grey she recognized and the fangs had also disappeared. He looked normal again. But he wasn't normal. He wasn't even human. At least not anymore.
Nigel placed a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't want you to find out this way. I swear to you I was going to tell you tonight."
Shaking her head violently, she inched away from him. "Get out."
Nigel hesitated and reached for her again, "Lacey. Please. Listen to me."
"Get out!" she screamed it this time, her tear-filled eyes, which spoke of anger, confusion and pain, glared at him. "You're like him. You're one of them. A monster! Get out!"
There was silence for several long moments as they both sat and stared at each other.
The tension within the room grew, to unbearable heights.
"Alright, if that s what you want." Nigel finally said, ending the silence. Standing he walked to the door and paused, turning back to her, "I'm sorry about the mess, I'll send you a check to cover the damages."
"I don't need anything from you," she growled, "I don't ever want to see you or any of your kind again."
Nigel nodded and left without saying another word.
Lacey ran to the door and locked it. She fell against it and sank to the floor. Dropping her face into her hands, she allowed the tears to flow freely.
****
"I need you to come with me to my office, Travis," Nigel stated gruffly when Travis opened the door to the apartment he and Trinity shared at Club Vampire.
Travis made a show of yawning before replying. "It's only..." he leaned back into the apartment to glance at the clock on the wall, "Nine am. We just got to bed. The clubbers left the place trashed last night. Can't it wait?"
"No it can't. Now!" It was just then that Nigel took notice of the fact Travis hadn't bothered to put on a stitch of clothing to answer the door. He quickly averted his eyes to avoid seeing any more of Travis than he already had. "And for God's sake put on some clothes. Fuck, I can't believe you answer the door like that."
"Hey, if you don't want to be seeing shit you shouldn't see, then how about not waking a guy up in the middle of the morning?" Heaving a loud sigh Travis gave in. "Fine. Give me five minutes and I'll be there."
"Good. And get William up and bring him along with you. He should hear what I have to say as well." Knowing Travis wouldn't care for the task of having to wake William up, but not wanting to do it himself, Nigel quickly crossed the empty VIP lobby and exited into the main floor of the club.
Nigel needed to inform William and
At the sound of her voice, Nigel turned to look at her. Lacey gasped and began to back away again. That wasn't Nigel, couldn't be her Nigel. The man standing before her looked like Nigel but had white eyes that shone like pearls. His lips were partially parted displaying a set of fangs similar to the ones which had pierced the side of her neck. He appeared to be covered in blood, both his own and the other, now dead vampire's.
Her neck!
In all the excitement she'd forgotten that she was bleeding. Her hand automatically went to the side of her neck. Warm liquid seeped from the wound, when she removed her hand. She brought it to her face and screamed. Her hand was covered in her own blood.
She felt dizzy, and clutched the arm of the sofa to steady herself.
Lacey looked back to Nigel, then to the corpse which he still held against the wall by the neck. Before her very eyes the dead vampire turned to ash, the grains falling to the floor, settling into her shag rug.
"Lacey. Please don't be afraid. I can explain," Nigel stated, putting his hands out to his side, palms out. "Don't be frightened. I was going to tell you, I swear to God I was."
The shock of the incident passed and she found herself shaking, sobs burst in her throat and tears flowed. She collapsed onto the sofa. She could hear Nigel slowly advancing towards her.
When he sat down next to her, she turned to face him. His eyes were back to the grey she recognized and the fangs had also disappeared. He looked normal again. But he wasn't normal. He wasn't even human. At least not anymore.
Nigel placed a hand on her shoulder. "I didn't want you to find out this way. I swear to you I was going to tell you tonight."
Shaking her head violently, she inched away from him. "Get out."
Nigel hesitated and reached for her again, "Lacey. Please. Listen to me."
"Get out!" she screamed it this time, her tear-filled eyes, which spoke of anger, confusion and pain, glared at him. "You're like him. You're one of them. A monster! Get out!"
There was silence for several long moments as they both sat and stared at each other.
The tension within the room grew, to unbearable heights.
"Alright, if that s what you want." Nigel finally said, ending the silence. Standing he walked to the door and paused, turning back to her, "I'm sorry about the mess, I'll send you a check to cover the damages."
"I don't need anything from you," she growled, "I don't ever want to see you or any of your kind again."
Nigel nodded and left without saying another word.
Lacey ran to the door and locked it. She fell against it and sank to the floor. Dropping her face into her hands, she allowed the tears to flow freely.
****
"I need you to come with me to my office, Travis," Nigel stated gruffly when Travis opened the door to the apartment he and Trinity shared at Club Vampire.
Travis made a show of yawning before replying. "It's only..." he leaned back into the apartment to glance at the clock on the wall, "Nine am. We just got to bed. The clubbers left the place trashed last night. Can't it wait?"
"No it can't. Now!" It was just then that Nigel took notice of the fact Travis hadn't bothered to put on a stitch of clothing to answer the door. He quickly averted his eyes to avoid seeing any more of Travis than he already had. "And for God's sake put on some clothes. Fuck, I can't believe you answer the door like that."
"Hey, if you don't want to be seeing shit you shouldn't see, then how about not waking a guy up in the middle of the morning?" Heaving a loud sigh Travis gave in. "Fine. Give me five minutes and I'll be there."
"Good. And get William up and bring him along with you. He should hear what I have to say as well." Knowing Travis wouldn't care for the task of having to wake William up, but not wanting to do it himself, Nigel quickly crossed the empty VIP lobby and exited into the main floor of the club.
Nigel needed to inform William and
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