you might not want to watch this,” he informed me.
“I don’t mind blood, but I can’t be near someone who is vomiting. Or poop either for that matter,” I said as I laughed. I had found some gauze, Neosporin, Bactine, and some hydrogen peroxide. That should cover the first aid part anyway. I realized as I set the items on the counter that my hands were still trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement or from being so close to a vampire.
I sat on the lid of the toilet and watched as Aiden dug into the gaping bullet wound in his arm and pulled out a bullet. He dropped it into the sink and more blood pumped out. But, almost within thirty seconds of getting the bullet out I watched as his skin started to heal, rapidly, right before my eyes.
“Holy sh…I mean holy cow!” I said in amazement.
He laughed. “I don’t need the first aid supplies but I didn’t have the heart to tell you, plus it gave you something to do to keep your mind occupied.” I sat there and watched, and within a few minutes the bleeding had totally stopped, and the wound was almost fully closed and healed.
“Now, what I do need is some cleaning supplies. Some bleach and some scrubbing brushes and a mop to start,” he said.
I shook my head no, “Oh no, no, no, you have done enough for me tonight, I don’t expect you to clean my house up.” He held his hand up. He was clearly not taking no for an answer.
“You get some clean pajamas on and go sit over on the bed, I won’t argue with you over this. I’m cleaning and that is that,” he said. I sighed, defeated and went downstairs to get him the cleaning supplies he had asked for, then grabbed a new set of PJ’s and changed in the bathroom downstairs where there wasn’t any blood.
I hiked back up the stairs and as I walked into my bedroom I saw him emerge from my bathroom and smile at me and point to the bed. I obeyed and climbed up onto my bed wrapping myself with the blanket again.
He was on his hands and knees scrubbing every inch of my bathroom floor. The smell of bleach was strong and was stinging my nostrils. I went over to the balcony to open the door for some air. It was very cold but better than suffocating via bleach.
I sat back on the bed and he looked over at me. “Are you doing ok?” he inquired. I nodded,
“As best as can be expected. I have never had someone break into my house before. What happened to that guy? I mean…what did you…do to him?” I was almost afraid to ask.
“Well, I took him far away from your house, and dumped him off in a random location. I wiped his memory of tonight, and his entire mind for that matter. I reckon you wouldn’t be shocked to see him wandering downtown Salem homeless a few weeks from now, a rambling mad man,” he said, plainly as though things like this happened every day. In his world, I guess they could happen every day.
“I wonder what book this guy was sent to find. Surely he had the wrong address. My grandfather was an old man, quiet, kept to himself for the most part. I don’t ever recall seeing any kind of books like that man described to me before. But I still have a lot of his belongings to go through too,” I sighed.
Aiden looked up at me again with a strange look on his face. I didn’t like the look. “Well as soon as you have gotten some rest, we should get to the bottom of this. I can help you if you’d like, to go through what you need to, and make sure this book isn’t here. If it is what I think it is, you do not want this in your possession.”
I began to ask what he meant by that, but he shook his head. “Not tonight, Skyy. You have been through enough, I don’t want you to worry anymore tonight. Tomorrow we will discuss it at length,” he said it in a very kind and caring voice, but boy when he spoke he demanded attention and he meant business. I didn’t want to piss this guy off.
I sighed and flopped onto the bed on my back. I didn’t feel safe staying in my house after
“I don’t mind blood, but I can’t be near someone who is vomiting. Or poop either for that matter,” I said as I laughed. I had found some gauze, Neosporin, Bactine, and some hydrogen peroxide. That should cover the first aid part anyway. I realized as I set the items on the counter that my hands were still trembling. I wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement or from being so close to a vampire.
I sat on the lid of the toilet and watched as Aiden dug into the gaping bullet wound in his arm and pulled out a bullet. He dropped it into the sink and more blood pumped out. But, almost within thirty seconds of getting the bullet out I watched as his skin started to heal, rapidly, right before my eyes.
“Holy sh…I mean holy cow!” I said in amazement.
He laughed. “I don’t need the first aid supplies but I didn’t have the heart to tell you, plus it gave you something to do to keep your mind occupied.” I sat there and watched, and within a few minutes the bleeding had totally stopped, and the wound was almost fully closed and healed.
“Now, what I do need is some cleaning supplies. Some bleach and some scrubbing brushes and a mop to start,” he said.
I shook my head no, “Oh no, no, no, you have done enough for me tonight, I don’t expect you to clean my house up.” He held his hand up. He was clearly not taking no for an answer.
“You get some clean pajamas on and go sit over on the bed, I won’t argue with you over this. I’m cleaning and that is that,” he said. I sighed, defeated and went downstairs to get him the cleaning supplies he had asked for, then grabbed a new set of PJ’s and changed in the bathroom downstairs where there wasn’t any blood.
I hiked back up the stairs and as I walked into my bedroom I saw him emerge from my bathroom and smile at me and point to the bed. I obeyed and climbed up onto my bed wrapping myself with the blanket again.
He was on his hands and knees scrubbing every inch of my bathroom floor. The smell of bleach was strong and was stinging my nostrils. I went over to the balcony to open the door for some air. It was very cold but better than suffocating via bleach.
I sat back on the bed and he looked over at me. “Are you doing ok?” he inquired. I nodded,
“As best as can be expected. I have never had someone break into my house before. What happened to that guy? I mean…what did you…do to him?” I was almost afraid to ask.
“Well, I took him far away from your house, and dumped him off in a random location. I wiped his memory of tonight, and his entire mind for that matter. I reckon you wouldn’t be shocked to see him wandering downtown Salem homeless a few weeks from now, a rambling mad man,” he said, plainly as though things like this happened every day. In his world, I guess they could happen every day.
“I wonder what book this guy was sent to find. Surely he had the wrong address. My grandfather was an old man, quiet, kept to himself for the most part. I don’t ever recall seeing any kind of books like that man described to me before. But I still have a lot of his belongings to go through too,” I sighed.
Aiden looked up at me again with a strange look on his face. I didn’t like the look. “Well as soon as you have gotten some rest, we should get to the bottom of this. I can help you if you’d like, to go through what you need to, and make sure this book isn’t here. If it is what I think it is, you do not want this in your possession.”
I began to ask what he meant by that, but he shook his head. “Not tonight, Skyy. You have been through enough, I don’t want you to worry anymore tonight. Tomorrow we will discuss it at length,” he said it in a very kind and caring voice, but boy when he spoke he demanded attention and he meant business. I didn’t want to piss this guy off.
I sighed and flopped onto the bed on my back. I didn’t feel safe staying in my house after
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