The Story of Ms. Renfield (On Hold)

Chapter Seven: Confessions and Regrets

I used my own cat, Emmie as the model for C.P. He was actually found in the Walmart parking lot at just three to four days old. Luckily, we were able to take care of him since we already had prior experience with abandoned baby animals. Yes, he can be a carpet piranha and loves to chew on fingers. He is now twice the size of that duck in the picture.

At Jordan's third floor condo, just blocks from her office...

"I saved you from the Walmart parking lot at four days old and this is the thanks I get." Jordan whined to her five-month-old, grey striped kitten who decided to use her hand as a chew toy after she walked through the door. His olive-green eyes gave her a questionable look before sinking his fangs back into her finger. "Love you too C.P." Jordan remarked as she placed him on the couch.

The ball of fur and energy raced across the back of the storm cloud grey fabric couch that rested against the warm pearl white walls, leaping to the pine hardwood floor, and climbed on the sturdy cat tower to swat at her as she walked into the kitchen. Jordan dumped her bag on the white and grey veined marble counter island with grey cabinets and finally took off her heeled shoes. Carrying them into her bedroom, she placed them away in their specialized shoe cubby hole in her walk-in closet before she started to come out of her clothes.

Jordan paused to look at herself in the full-length mirror as she stood bare. She had curves that only a handful of people saw unhindered, mostly her doctors. Her 36 C breasts were still had their perky nature after turning 30. Soft belly, but she never had a tone stomach in her life. Even when she was playing high school basketball. To stay healthy and combat her take out eating habits, she hit the gym three times a week. Walking and biking along with light weightlifting.

Lovers were far and few due to her work and boundaries. She was not going to let herself be hurt again. Even if that meant being alone for the rest of her life. She would not really be alone, just lonely.

Donning on her baggy Seattle Seahawks hoodie with matching sweatpants, Jordan slipped her feet into the furry blue slippers that C.P. love to attack as she walked. On cue, the kitten flipped about her foot, attaching himself to the top of her feet. Luckily, they were thick slippers and Jordan walked back with the cat still biting the fluff.

Getting her phone from her bag, she settled down on her couch, scrolling through her favorite Korean restaurant to make a delivery order. She lifted up her feet, setting them on her light pine stain oval coffee table as she turned on the tv to play catch up on her favorite drama.

A knock on her door made her question who was there. With C.P. in one hand since he had a habit of trying to dart out the entrance, she opened the door just enough to make the chain taunt.

"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked as Vlad held up a bag from the restaurant. She closed the door to unlatch the chain to let him in. Seeing the vampire, the cat hissed. Vlad hissed back. "Can you two not fight tonight?" Jordan walked over to set the cat on the tower. He hid in the circular portion, voicing his dislike for the guest.

"It is not my fault you have Carpet Piranha in your life." Vlad moved into the kitchen. "I told you that I would eat him for you." Vlad commented as he set out the food boxes out. Tonight, he looked nearly normal with worn black jeans and simple black t-shirt. Old Converse sneakers adored his feet. His hair was up in a messy bun.

"Eat my cat and I will stake you dead." Jordan warned. "Seriously, why?"

"I don't want you to be alone." Vlad turned to her. "Intel came in earlier from my contact. These men are shadier that we realized. In London, there was a spew of attacks on people who identified as 'vampires'. Victims stated that they had been chased, nearly stabbed with what they thought were pointed wooden rods. Having water tossed in their faces that was claimed to be holy water. Garlic dumped on them." Vlad moved into the front room with her favorite choices.