door, making it shake and rattle and almost come off its hinges from the abuse.
My heart in my throat I prepared for battle again.
Chapter 8
The Rocky Road To Escape
“We know you're in there! Come on out! You can't stay here any longer.”
It was a human male, not vampire and from the shoes I could see at the bottom of the toilet stall door, he looked like military, police or security. I heard the crackle of a radio, a walkie-talkie, I think.
“We saw you come in here on the security cameras. It's been an hour, get your ass outta here. This is not a hostel.” Another loud bang on the door.
I sighed in relief. Security then. I opened the door to the stall and looked up at the brown eyes of the guard. He blinked slowly at me, probably picking up on how fragile, battered and sick I looked.
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I moved past him. “I didn't realise I'd been in here that long. I'll go.”
“Are you all right? Do you need the paramedics, ma'am?”
I shook my head and walked out of the toilets. I knew he was following. I knew he wouldn't just let me walk off and hide somewhere else. Union Station was no longer an option for cover. I was going to have to brave the night outside and hope that this Enrique, that Gregor had talked of, would be able to find me just the same. But also know that I would have to hide myself well, if I didn't want any other vampires to find me either.
Crap. The night was still young. At least well past midnight, but I could tell we still had maybe three, possibly four hours until dawn. How the hell would I stay invisible until then? I rubbed at my face and moved awkwardly and stiffly to the exit.
“You got somewhere to go?” The guard was still with me, I had stopped paying attention to my surroundings. I cursed myself silently and took a quick look around. The station was just as busy as before, people milling around waiting for their trains. Denver was pretty busy after dark it would seem, but if it had a strong vampire holding, then that didn't surprise me. Vampires tended to spice up the night life and make it more desirable to humans. It was an unfortunate side effect to their inhabiting a location, one that played into their hands, not the humans.
“Yeah. I'll be fine.”
He just looked at me, still rigidly militant, but also a hint of compassion there too. I was continually being bowled over by the humanity of people in this area. First Gus, now this guy. They all seemed to really care about their fellow man. Even in a vampire stronghold such as this, humans instinctively knew to band together. Maybe this was how we had survived the vampires for centuries. Maybe it was evolution, survival of the fittest, those willing to help each other making it through the night.
I smiled at up at him, willing him to believe. He didn't need any complications and helping me would only place him in immediate danger. I knew without a doubt that Jonathan's vampires would have made the assumption I had made it to Denver and would be trawling the streets right this second. I wasn't going to drag an innocent into my misery.
“You know, there's a crop of trees across the courtyard. It's a warmish night, maybe with the cover you'll be all right.” He didn't smile when he said it, just opened the front door to the station and held it ajar for me. I nodded and walked through heading towards the trees he had recommended, then when I heard the station doors close behind me, took off in an entirely different direction. It wasn't easy to find somewhere safe to hide. Out in the open, it was even colder than I had thought possible. I wrapped my arms around my body trying to keep the warmth in.
I knew I needed cover, but I also needed somewhere I could watch the front door to the Station from. Somewhere with a wall at my back, but also possibilities for escape. I no longer had a weapon, but I did have my wits. The short sleep I'd had - and for some reason visiting with Gregor in his apartment - had
My heart in my throat I prepared for battle again.
Chapter 8
The Rocky Road To Escape
“We know you're in there! Come on out! You can't stay here any longer.”
It was a human male, not vampire and from the shoes I could see at the bottom of the toilet stall door, he looked like military, police or security. I heard the crackle of a radio, a walkie-talkie, I think.
“We saw you come in here on the security cameras. It's been an hour, get your ass outta here. This is not a hostel.” Another loud bang on the door.
I sighed in relief. Security then. I opened the door to the stall and looked up at the brown eyes of the guard. He blinked slowly at me, probably picking up on how fragile, battered and sick I looked.
“Sorry,” I mumbled as I moved past him. “I didn't realise I'd been in here that long. I'll go.”
“Are you all right? Do you need the paramedics, ma'am?”
I shook my head and walked out of the toilets. I knew he was following. I knew he wouldn't just let me walk off and hide somewhere else. Union Station was no longer an option for cover. I was going to have to brave the night outside and hope that this Enrique, that Gregor had talked of, would be able to find me just the same. But also know that I would have to hide myself well, if I didn't want any other vampires to find me either.
Crap. The night was still young. At least well past midnight, but I could tell we still had maybe three, possibly four hours until dawn. How the hell would I stay invisible until then? I rubbed at my face and moved awkwardly and stiffly to the exit.
“You got somewhere to go?” The guard was still with me, I had stopped paying attention to my surroundings. I cursed myself silently and took a quick look around. The station was just as busy as before, people milling around waiting for their trains. Denver was pretty busy after dark it would seem, but if it had a strong vampire holding, then that didn't surprise me. Vampires tended to spice up the night life and make it more desirable to humans. It was an unfortunate side effect to their inhabiting a location, one that played into their hands, not the humans.
“Yeah. I'll be fine.”
He just looked at me, still rigidly militant, but also a hint of compassion there too. I was continually being bowled over by the humanity of people in this area. First Gus, now this guy. They all seemed to really care about their fellow man. Even in a vampire stronghold such as this, humans instinctively knew to band together. Maybe this was how we had survived the vampires for centuries. Maybe it was evolution, survival of the fittest, those willing to help each other making it through the night.
I smiled at up at him, willing him to believe. He didn't need any complications and helping me would only place him in immediate danger. I knew without a doubt that Jonathan's vampires would have made the assumption I had made it to Denver and would be trawling the streets right this second. I wasn't going to drag an innocent into my misery.
“You know, there's a crop of trees across the courtyard. It's a warmish night, maybe with the cover you'll be all right.” He didn't smile when he said it, just opened the front door to the station and held it ajar for me. I nodded and walked through heading towards the trees he had recommended, then when I heard the station doors close behind me, took off in an entirely different direction. It wasn't easy to find somewhere safe to hide. Out in the open, it was even colder than I had thought possible. I wrapped my arms around my body trying to keep the warmth in.
I knew I needed cover, but I also needed somewhere I could watch the front door to the Station from. Somewhere with a wall at my back, but also possibilities for escape. I no longer had a weapon, but I did have my wits. The short sleep I'd had - and for some reason visiting with Gregor in his apartment - had
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