The Vampires' Last Lover (Dying of the Dark Vampires Book 1) by Aiden James, Patrick Burdine Page B
Authors: Aiden James, Patrick Burdine
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let me through security.”
She blew out a large breath of air with a raspberry sound.
“You’ll just have to leave it, Txema. They’ll figure something out. TSA’ll
have
to let you on.”
I raised my eyebrow in response.
“Fine. Better yet, tell the security guards in the lobby downstairs that you left them there, and they can arrange to pick them up for you.”
Reasonable. She was right. It made sense to do just that. She and I, along with Johnny and Peter, could finish watching the Vols pummel Vandy. But, then the stubbornness I’m known for suddenly kicked in.
“It will be a lot easier just to do it myself!” I whispered harshly. Somehow our men didn’t hear our little argument outside the dorm room. I peered into the room, and both Peter and Johnny’s eyes were glued to the TV. The Vols were driving for another touchdown. Yay football.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Oh, yeah? You must have a serious death wish, Txema!” she seethed, though thankfully she kept her voice to an irate hiss. “If you’re going, then I’m coming with you!”
I paused. Why should I endanger anyone else but myself? But then, would she be in any danger anyway? I was the prey.
It was one of those false assumptions based on reason, or at least reasonable facts as I understood them to be. The monsters responsible for all the death and mayhem going on were supposed to be after just me—not anyone else, and certainly not someone of heritage other than Basque. Besides, these primitive vampires seemed a bit skittish when other people were around me… or so I thought.
That was the first crack in my fragile theory. I assumed Peter had protected me in the Hodge Library parking lot on Thursday night, as my pursuers disappeared without a trace into the frigid night. I completely ignored the fact they likely were the same ones trying to attack us at Peter’s townhouse.
“Okay. Then grab your coat and let’s go,” I told Tyreen, hoping she’d hesitate and give me the few seconds I needed for a major head start to the elevator.
She quickly retrieved her coat and a scarf, stating very calmly to our engrossed boyfriends that we’d be right back. I heard a grunted ‘okay’ from Johnny that was echoed by Peter, confirming that neither one had any clue we were about to step outside, where the evening’s darkness had fully engulfed our campus for the past two hours.
All campus buildings would close by 7:00 p.m., and it was already pushing 6:30. Police patrols and campus security were still wandering the grounds and monitoring the dorms, all set to enforce an eight o’clock curfew.
“You owe me,” said Tyreen, once we stepped into the elevator and headed downstairs. “I’m betting we don’t even make it past the cops guarding the entrance.”
Despite some loud student opinions to the contrary, we weren’t under martial law at that point so they really couldn’t stop us. I didn’t say this to Tyreen. There was a little bit of a hiccup on the way out since policy was requiring student IDs to get in and out of the dorms after dusk. But I explained it was the reason I was in such a hurry to get to the library.
Tyreen hesitated in the doorway and I set off briskly toward the library. I was walking so quickly that she had to run to catch up.
I was struck with an eerie sense of déjà vu, as we followed the same route to the library I’d taken two nights before.
I expected to see more security personnel on hand patrolling the grounds, but, there was hardly anyone out. The sensation of being tracked and studied as we moved toward the library was much more unsettling than the past Thursday evening. The lone patrol we came across was three Knoxville cops with a pair of large German Shepherds. They had little effect on the spine-tingling uneasiness we both experienced. It was as if a thousand eyes scrutinized our every move.
“Damn, it seems like it’s taking forever to get there!” Tyreen remarked, just as we
She blew out a large breath of air with a raspberry sound.
“You’ll just have to leave it, Txema. They’ll figure something out. TSA’ll
have
to let you on.”
I raised my eyebrow in response.
“Fine. Better yet, tell the security guards in the lobby downstairs that you left them there, and they can arrange to pick them up for you.”
Reasonable. She was right. It made sense to do just that. She and I, along with Johnny and Peter, could finish watching the Vols pummel Vandy. But, then the stubbornness I’m known for suddenly kicked in.
“It will be a lot easier just to do it myself!” I whispered harshly. Somehow our men didn’t hear our little argument outside the dorm room. I peered into the room, and both Peter and Johnny’s eyes were glued to the TV. The Vols were driving for another touchdown. Yay football.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Oh, yeah? You must have a serious death wish, Txema!” she seethed, though thankfully she kept her voice to an irate hiss. “If you’re going, then I’m coming with you!”
I paused. Why should I endanger anyone else but myself? But then, would she be in any danger anyway? I was the prey.
It was one of those false assumptions based on reason, or at least reasonable facts as I understood them to be. The monsters responsible for all the death and mayhem going on were supposed to be after just me—not anyone else, and certainly not someone of heritage other than Basque. Besides, these primitive vampires seemed a bit skittish when other people were around me… or so I thought.
That was the first crack in my fragile theory. I assumed Peter had protected me in the Hodge Library parking lot on Thursday night, as my pursuers disappeared without a trace into the frigid night. I completely ignored the fact they likely were the same ones trying to attack us at Peter’s townhouse.
“Okay. Then grab your coat and let’s go,” I told Tyreen, hoping she’d hesitate and give me the few seconds I needed for a major head start to the elevator.
She quickly retrieved her coat and a scarf, stating very calmly to our engrossed boyfriends that we’d be right back. I heard a grunted ‘okay’ from Johnny that was echoed by Peter, confirming that neither one had any clue we were about to step outside, where the evening’s darkness had fully engulfed our campus for the past two hours.
All campus buildings would close by 7:00 p.m., and it was already pushing 6:30. Police patrols and campus security were still wandering the grounds and monitoring the dorms, all set to enforce an eight o’clock curfew.
“You owe me,” said Tyreen, once we stepped into the elevator and headed downstairs. “I’m betting we don’t even make it past the cops guarding the entrance.”
Despite some loud student opinions to the contrary, we weren’t under martial law at that point so they really couldn’t stop us. I didn’t say this to Tyreen. There was a little bit of a hiccup on the way out since policy was requiring student IDs to get in and out of the dorms after dusk. But I explained it was the reason I was in such a hurry to get to the library.
Tyreen hesitated in the doorway and I set off briskly toward the library. I was walking so quickly that she had to run to catch up.
I was struck with an eerie sense of déjà vu, as we followed the same route to the library I’d taken two nights before.
I expected to see more security personnel on hand patrolling the grounds, but, there was hardly anyone out. The sensation of being tracked and studied as we moved toward the library was much more unsettling than the past Thursday evening. The lone patrol we came across was three Knoxville cops with a pair of large German Shepherds. They had little effect on the spine-tingling uneasiness we both experienced. It was as if a thousand eyes scrutinized our every move.
“Damn, it seems like it’s taking forever to get there!” Tyreen remarked, just as we
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