The Vampire's Curse, A Paranormal Romance (Undead in Brown County #2) by S.J. Wright Page A
Authors: S.J. Wright
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canines into my wrist and held out my arm to him.
Chapter 13 – Sarah
The lights of the city beckoned me forward. They illuminated the busy streets and sidewalks in downtown Indianapolis just as they had the first time I’d come into the city with my father when I was just ten years old.
We had come there for the Circle of Lights festival. I remembered that Katie had been sick with the flu the day after Thanksgiving, and Nelly knew I had been pleading with my father to take me downtown. Some of my friends at school had been bragging that they went to the festival downtown every year. Nelly urged my dad to take me while she looked after Katie. It was one of the few times that he had taken time away from the Inn just for me.
We had to park far away from the monument. I remember how he carried me on his shoulders for part of the way and how I tickled his ears when I was up there, looking out at all of the people and lights. It was like a whole new world, this busy place so far away from the peaceful fields and forests of home.
This time, it was no festival I was attending, but an important meeting. It was a meeting with someone powerful. Katie had returned the journal to me one day when we had lunch on the west side of Indy. She didn’t ask many questions that day, but she was in a hurry to get back to school for a class. I was planning to add an entry to the journal after the meeting. I wanted to record as much as I could remember, just as my grandfather had done after he had attended these kinds of functions.
Michael didn’t know about my plans that evening. I hadn’t even told Nelly what I was really doing. She had gone to Greenwood again, this time to visit her brother who was recovering from pneumonia and was still in the hospital.
So it had been a good time for mulling over the events that had occurred over the past few weeks, as I drove north towards the city. The traffic wasn’t too heavy that evening. The snow that had fallen several days ago had quickly melted, and we had experienced a short warming trend.
The voicemail message that I’d received on my cell phone stated that I was expected to attend a meeting at The St. Elizabeth Hotel in downtown Indianapolis. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the truck. If I could find a decent spot in the parking garage, I would still be a few minutes early.
I walked into the marble-floored lobby not knowing what to expect. I hadn’t been downtown in a very long time, and never had I been into that particular hotel. It was classically elegant, decorated in muted earth tones with overstuffed leather sofas and glass-topped tables. There were large potted plants in every corner that looked well tended and gave a natural air to the lobby.
Approaching the front desk, I smiled at the clerk. He was a young black man with an impeccable smile and welcoming expression.
“ How may I help you?”
“ My name is Sarah Wood. I was supposed to meet someone here.” I tugged nervously at one of the sleeves of the new black blazer I wore. I hated wearing the things, but my father had told me years ago that a black blazer and slacks were classic business wear. That had been before I’d dropped out of business school, and he was attempting to give me some advice about proper interview attire.
“ Yes, Miss Wood. Mrs. Latimer is expecting you. She is down the hall, in the Venetian Business Suite. Would you like me to show you?”
“ No, thank you. Just point me in the right direction.”
Mrs. Latimer was expecting me. The person who’d called my cell phone had been a man. I was sure of that much. But he hadn’t left his name or the names of who I was supposed to meet.
I headed in the direction in which the clerk had pointed and began looking at the names on the brass plates next to each intricately carved door. An elegantly dressed elderly couple passed me, and I smiled politely at them.
Out of my element and hating what I was wearing, my frazzled state
Chapter 13 – Sarah
The lights of the city beckoned me forward. They illuminated the busy streets and sidewalks in downtown Indianapolis just as they had the first time I’d come into the city with my father when I was just ten years old.
We had come there for the Circle of Lights festival. I remembered that Katie had been sick with the flu the day after Thanksgiving, and Nelly knew I had been pleading with my father to take me downtown. Some of my friends at school had been bragging that they went to the festival downtown every year. Nelly urged my dad to take me while she looked after Katie. It was one of the few times that he had taken time away from the Inn just for me.
We had to park far away from the monument. I remember how he carried me on his shoulders for part of the way and how I tickled his ears when I was up there, looking out at all of the people and lights. It was like a whole new world, this busy place so far away from the peaceful fields and forests of home.
This time, it was no festival I was attending, but an important meeting. It was a meeting with someone powerful. Katie had returned the journal to me one day when we had lunch on the west side of Indy. She didn’t ask many questions that day, but she was in a hurry to get back to school for a class. I was planning to add an entry to the journal after the meeting. I wanted to record as much as I could remember, just as my grandfather had done after he had attended these kinds of functions.
Michael didn’t know about my plans that evening. I hadn’t even told Nelly what I was really doing. She had gone to Greenwood again, this time to visit her brother who was recovering from pneumonia and was still in the hospital.
So it had been a good time for mulling over the events that had occurred over the past few weeks, as I drove north towards the city. The traffic wasn’t too heavy that evening. The snow that had fallen several days ago had quickly melted, and we had experienced a short warming trend.
The voicemail message that I’d received on my cell phone stated that I was expected to attend a meeting at The St. Elizabeth Hotel in downtown Indianapolis. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard of the truck. If I could find a decent spot in the parking garage, I would still be a few minutes early.
I walked into the marble-floored lobby not knowing what to expect. I hadn’t been downtown in a very long time, and never had I been into that particular hotel. It was classically elegant, decorated in muted earth tones with overstuffed leather sofas and glass-topped tables. There were large potted plants in every corner that looked well tended and gave a natural air to the lobby.
Approaching the front desk, I smiled at the clerk. He was a young black man with an impeccable smile and welcoming expression.
“ How may I help you?”
“ My name is Sarah Wood. I was supposed to meet someone here.” I tugged nervously at one of the sleeves of the new black blazer I wore. I hated wearing the things, but my father had told me years ago that a black blazer and slacks were classic business wear. That had been before I’d dropped out of business school, and he was attempting to give me some advice about proper interview attire.
“ Yes, Miss Wood. Mrs. Latimer is expecting you. She is down the hall, in the Venetian Business Suite. Would you like me to show you?”
“ No, thank you. Just point me in the right direction.”
Mrs. Latimer was expecting me. The person who’d called my cell phone had been a man. I was sure of that much. But he hadn’t left his name or the names of who I was supposed to meet.
I headed in the direction in which the clerk had pointed and began looking at the names on the brass plates next to each intricately carved door. An elegantly dressed elderly couple passed me, and I smiled politely at them.
Out of my element and hating what I was wearing, my frazzled state
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