Fall of the Mortals (Book 1) by Ken Bush Page B

trust them. Not fully anyway. In fact, he was going to have to keep an eye on all of them.
     “You’re welcome to occupy the next level down, if you need the space,” Betty added, pleased they were staying.
    “All of us sleep here on level seventy-two but seventy-one is all yours,” said Harold, smiling, glad more people were added to their family.
    “That would be great, Harold. And don’t worry, we won’t get in your way,” Terry smiled.
    “No worries there,” said Harold, still smiling at them.
    A horrible feeling came over Shaun. He just realized seven people would be sleeping beneath him. Now seeing Sharon was going to be harder . What if they notice the elevator going down in the middle of the night? Damn it! he thought.
     
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    Three o’ clock in the morning came. Shaun didn’t bat an eye. Harold and the others fell asleep an hour before. They stayed up for a while talking about Terry and the others, referring to them as the new members of the tower family.  It was nice to have another night without the vampires taunting them at the windows. Did Sharon have anything to do with that? Did my giving her my blood cause her to tell the others to lay off? he wondered.
    Shaun wasn’t happy. As time went on, the thought of Terry and his posse being there bothered him. He knew there was going to be conflict with them. After all, they were bikers involved in drugs. He knew it but couldn’t prove it to the others. He feared they most likely had previous criminal histories as well. Another disturbing feeling came over Shaun. He noticed Terry’s body language was strange when they talked about the Stratosphere Casino earlier. It was as if something happened there but they didn’t want anyone to know about it. Who are these guys? What have they been doing out there? Shaun pondered. He got up quietly. It was time to see Sharon. He put on his gray hoodie and concealed another crucifix inside his waistline as usual. He got an idea and left.
    The elevator stopped at level seventy-one. The doors opened. Shaun peeked into the room and noticed Terry and the rest of the guys were asleep. He felt relieved. Maybe it wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought. The elevator doors closed and went down to level sixty-eight. Shaun got the chills. He was about to have another encounter with his vampire wife. It felt so wrong what he was doing but so necessary at the same time. Sharon was waiting for him. Her piercing eyes gleamed through the broken window anticipating her next drink of blood. He approached the window with the cup. Her eyes widened and focused on it as he held it in his hand. She salivated and licked her lips. She put up her hands and anxiously fluttered her fingers.
    “Well?” asked Shaun.
    “Give me the blood,” Sharon responded impatiently. “First, the vehicle information,” stated Shaun firmly.
    Sharon sighed and drifted away from the window. Shaun doubted her. “Did you find one?” he asked making a slit in his palm again, his blood dripped into the cup.
    “Give me the blood and I’ll tell you,” said Sharon, turning around and gazing at the cup. It was as if the cup was a year’s supply of oxygen.
    “That wasn’t the deal,” Shaun replied, stiffening his upper lip.
    “Do you want to know or not?” asked Sharon, knowing she held all the cards in the dispute.
    “Here,” said Shaun, holding the cup out the window.
    She snatched it from his hand and drank vigorously.
    “Sharon? Did you find one?”
    She ignored him for a moment being caught up in her splendor of enraptured bliss.
    “Sharon!”
    “Yes I did!” she snapped, her back turned to him. 
    “Where is it located?” he asked. 
    “Tch. Tch,” said Sharon, turning around casting an evil grin, waving her index finger, his blood smeared around her lips.  “I said I would find one. I didn’t say I would tell you where it is.”
    “What did you find, Sharon?” said Shaun, trying not to be irritated. He needed her badly. He