Blood Bandits

27.

The rain was still pouring down hard. It was coming down so powerfully that you couldn't even see your hand in front of your face. I hated to get out in times like this because it was very wet. I sighed before opening the door but Damon grabbed my hand making me draw my attention over to him before getting out of the car.

"Wait, you can't get out like that?" Damon explained himself, getting out of the car, not even jogging. Just taking the rain like a man as you would say.

It was as if the rain didn't even bother him, he never flinched or try to use his blazer as a shield. He just ...didn't. As he approached my door, I grabbed my duffel and cleared my throat. He then pulled the door open, the rain becoming louder than before. He leaned down a bit and offered his hand in which I grabbed.

"You don't have to do this." I said, taking his hand at the same time.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, I do. Your foot is hurt, and if you slip and fall I'd feel bad."

I smiled, "Aw, aren't you sweet."

He shook his head but smiled. Damon was very sweet. I just failed to understand how he got mixed up with August. The little snippet of what they said back at the hotel was bull. I wanted to know more but I suppose it wasn't my business unless they wanted to actually tell me.

Grabbing his hand, he lifted me effortlessly in his arms. He didn't have to carry me. I could have hobbled alongside of him. Maybe he didn't want me to slow him down. Who knows. His paces was hurried as he made it to what was the door I suppose. The air from the inside of the 'temporary home' as Damon called it, seeped out to the outside. It made goosebumps pop up on my skin because of the wetness.

Slowly letting me down, Damon patted my back and backed out of the house. I frowned but limped a bit further into the house and looked around. There was a homey feeling to the place as if it were some kind of cottage but from the outside it was a wooden cabin. It was nice and cozy. This was not the kind of house I would have expected to walk in to.

"You made it." A voice came from behind me.

I turned around as fast as my ankle would allow me and came face to face with none other than August himself. He was draped in black but it was as if he was more relaxed. His shades were still in place but his suit jacket was missing and his dress shirt was open at the chest part. I could see markings such as tattoos peeking out from his light light brown skin. He wasn't wearing shoes but just socks instead.

"Oh. Um, yeah I did." I answered.

The fireplace was crackling behind him as the flames flickered softly and quietly. Quickly taking in my appearance, I raked my hair back and attempted to fix the clothes that I had on. I looked terrible but it wasn't everyday your best friend or former best friend takes you in for questioning and your new found friend helps you escape and the you fight for your life with a evil housekeeper lady.

"You look like fine but there is a bathroom room right through that room right there. I've got some dry clothes if you need them." August said , smirking before biting his lip.

I watched his mouth. His hand moved up to pull his bottom lip which made my eyes wander to the silver Rolex that graced his wrist.

"I got your duffel, hopefully everything is in tact." Damon said from behind me.

Clearing my throat, I nodded. Forgetting all about the duffel but grateful that Damon went out and retrieved it.

"Thank you Damon. You really didn't have to do all of this." I sighed.

He chuckled and discarded his leather jacket I assumed he put on while waiting for me at the hotel. I didn't see him have it at the interrogation room.