by the way, Hadiya says the Ab negative is top quality.”
“That is good, please leave us.”
Chelsea smiled and left the room. Iolana went over and put the liner back in the case and closed the empty container. She then sat it in front of Tom. She kept examining him as she returned to the front of the table. She opened her briefcase and removed a pen and an index card. She handed the items to Tom.
“Write down your name and address and a phone number.”
“Do you think you can help me?”
“I haven’t yet decided if I want to help you let alone if I can help you.”
“I am running out of time.”
“You have a solid three weeks. That should be plenty of time.”
Tom wrote the information down. He printed it to make sure that his only ray of hope would be able to read his writing.
“I detect a southern accent.”
“I am from Kentucky.”
“Is anyone traveling with you?”
“My sister and also a flight crew... We are using a corporate jet.”
“If I call you later, you must send them all away. This is important. No one you care about should be around you. They will be the first you will want to attack and kill.”
“What about the jet and the crew?”
“I have my own. If we need to travel I will make any necessary arrangements.”
“I am willing to pay whatever you…”
“If I decide that I can help you, it won’t be for the money. Now go and tell my friends that they can come back in here. This meeting is over.”
The meaner she treated Tom the more he liked her vampire or not. Tom took the case and stood up.
“Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“You are wrong! I do know how much it means to you. Leave now.”
“Thank you again.”
Tom realized his hand had stopped shaking as he turned the door knob.
Tom walked back to her two friends sitting at the bar talking to Pasha.
“Excuse me ladies, our meeting is over. You are free to return to your friend.”
The girls smiled at him and they did check his neck. He could see the empty blood bag with a sets of fang holes on each end and just a small trickle of blood near the lips of the women. He removed his handkerchief and gave it to one of them.
“Here ladies… keep it.’
Hadiya took the cloth and wiped her lip.
“Thank you ‘warm blood’.”
The bartender leaned over.
“Want another for the road or the walk later to my place?”
Tom smiled. He liked all the women he had met this evening.
“Maybe some other time... Your offer is most tempting.”
Tom was teasing his protector. There really was no way he would want to be alone with Pasha but he wanted to be on the best of terms just in case he had to return. He left money on the counter that covered his drinks along with a sizable tip. Pasha stuck the money in her cleavage and smiled as Tom turned to the door. He wanted to break into a fast run but maintained the appearance that he was not worried and casually strolled out the door, up the stairs and returned to the street. His heart was pounding and hailed a cab for the
“That is good, please leave us.”
Chelsea smiled and left the room. Iolana went over and put the liner back in the case and closed the empty container. She then sat it in front of Tom. She kept examining him as she returned to the front of the table. She opened her briefcase and removed a pen and an index card. She handed the items to Tom.
“Write down your name and address and a phone number.”
“Do you think you can help me?”
“I haven’t yet decided if I want to help you let alone if I can help you.”
“I am running out of time.”
“You have a solid three weeks. That should be plenty of time.”
Tom wrote the information down. He printed it to make sure that his only ray of hope would be able to read his writing.
“I detect a southern accent.”
“I am from Kentucky.”
“Is anyone traveling with you?”
“My sister and also a flight crew... We are using a corporate jet.”
“If I call you later, you must send them all away. This is important. No one you care about should be around you. They will be the first you will want to attack and kill.”
“What about the jet and the crew?”
“I have my own. If we need to travel I will make any necessary arrangements.”
“I am willing to pay whatever you…”
“If I decide that I can help you, it won’t be for the money. Now go and tell my friends that they can come back in here. This meeting is over.”
The meaner she treated Tom the more he liked her vampire or not. Tom took the case and stood up.
“Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me.”
“You are wrong! I do know how much it means to you. Leave now.”
“Thank you again.”
Tom realized his hand had stopped shaking as he turned the door knob.
Tom walked back to her two friends sitting at the bar talking to Pasha.
“Excuse me ladies, our meeting is over. You are free to return to your friend.”
The girls smiled at him and they did check his neck. He could see the empty blood bag with a sets of fang holes on each end and just a small trickle of blood near the lips of the women. He removed his handkerchief and gave it to one of them.
“Here ladies… keep it.’
Hadiya took the cloth and wiped her lip.
“Thank you ‘warm blood’.”
The bartender leaned over.
“Want another for the road or the walk later to my place?”
Tom smiled. He liked all the women he had met this evening.
“Maybe some other time... Your offer is most tempting.”
Tom was teasing his protector. There really was no way he would want to be alone with Pasha but he wanted to be on the best of terms just in case he had to return. He left money on the counter that covered his drinks along with a sizable tip. Pasha stuck the money in her cleavage and smiled as Tom turned to the door. He wanted to break into a fast run but maintained the appearance that he was not worried and casually strolled out the door, up the stairs and returned to the street. His heart was pounding and hailed a cab for the
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