Fang Junkie

4. Abel

4                    Abel

Back when I still lived with Jaydon, after his transformation, I often woke up not knowing where I was. There were more times I thought I was dead than alive, but he always made it 'better'. He made the pain and the confusion worth it for the remaining part of the day. And then I went asleep again and when I woke up, I'd feel completely lost again.

Waking up in an actual strange place felt nearly the same. Sleeping in one of the rooms downstairs in the bar didn't. At least there I was alone. But this was someone's place. I was lying in someone's bed. Normally when someone woke up in a strange place, it was after a - probably drunk - one-night stand, not after a creature that wasn't supposed to exist sucked your blood. And what the hell was that thing he did last night after the drinking?

Turning a vampire required much more blood than that, but no other had ever done something like he did to me. I sat up straight and took a look around the room. I felt strangely energetic, more than I normally did. Hopefully that had nothing to do with his strange ritual from last night when I was nearly completely out of it. The high was strangely still present in the back of my mind. It never went on for this long. I shuddered. There was definitely something different about him.

My boots weren't laying around like I had expected them to be. Instinctively, I searched for more things that might be gone and my right finger traced my wrist. Panic only kicked in once I realized my dagger was gone. A second later, I was nearly having an attack when it turned out my left wrist was bare too. The bracelets that were supposed to cover up the weapons were still there. I jumped up and noted that my socks were also gone.

Barefooted, I left the bedroom and stormed inside the living room. To my great relief - and frustration, because I really wanted to kick his ass - he wasn't there. There was water boiling on the furnace and there were multiple kinds of breakfast food lying on the counter. But he's still not here, I told myself.

My beloved daggers were simply lying on the coffee table, while my boots stood to the side near a wall. I quickly strapped both of them on, not bothering with searching for my socks. My coat was conveniently hanging by the door. I rushed towards it and hastily slipped it on. I would've paused to turn the apartment upside down to find something on him if I thought I had more time. Just as I pulled open the door, a voice behind me stopped me.

"What's the rush?" I stiffened and turned around quickly. He must have come from the bathroom. There was no other place he could've hidden - although something told me he was not hiding. He had obviously just showered with his moist hair. I was nearly taken aback by his appearance. Not that anything had changed, but I'd nearly forgotten the impact his presence alone seemed to have. Not to mention he looked really attractive with the just-showered-look; for a vampire that is.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Were the only words that I found acceptable to say. Then, as if my heels were on fire, I turned around, slammed the door shut behind me and bolted. He didn't follow me. In fact, he didn't even open his door, but that didn't stop me.

I was downstairs in the blink of an eye. A fear that he might be right behind me kept me moving. Michel noticed me as soon as I burst through the door. He made a move to come towards me, but I was already heading for the door. Only when I was already outside and looking for a cab I realized that he hadn't paid. Mich would take care of it, I assured myself.

Thank god it took only a minute for a taxi to pass. It stopped right beside me and I got in. I gave the driver my address just as Mich stepped outside, looking around confused. My eyes accidentally slid over the building and rested on the first floor where the curtains were closed.