Vampires Suck

Chapter 38: Healing Wounds, Healing Hearts

AIDEN

Sherriff Ramirez wasn't too happy to find out that not only had Diana and I put ourselves in danger to go investigate Luke's house on our own—but that we'd waited this long to call the police. However, when I mentioned to him that Diana had gotten Luke's uncle, Joel, to confess he had murdered my parents and had proof that he murdered them, he was considerably less angry with me, becoming even sympathetic.

He told me that he promised to do whatever he could to take down Joel; in fact, as we were speaking, dispatchers were currently being sent to Luke's house, as well as to search the area for them in case they'd left the house by the time the police got there (which they most likely would have). Once there, though, whether Luke and his uncle had left or not, they were going to raid the house and gather as much evidence against them as they could. I knew I should be feeling good about it, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Another thing he told me was that both me and Diana would need to be brought in for questioning later tomorrow. I'd bristled at that information, but Sherriff Ramirez attempted to appease me by stating that it was standard operating procedure. We were just lucky we weren't being asked to go into the police station now.

Finally, Sherriff Ramirez seemed to notice that I no longer wanted to talk, and thankfully, he felt it was appropriate to end the conversation there.

"Oh and Aiden, one last thing," Sherriff Ramirez said.

"Yeah?" I asked warily.

"Next time you decide you want to be a hero—at least let me know first," he reprimanded.

I didn't even have the energy to argue. "Yeah, okay," I said then, and immediately hung up.

I turned around then to look at Diana, who was watching me hesitantly. Neither of us spoke for a moment; the evening had been such an emotional roller coaster, I honestly had no idea what else there was to say by this point.

Luckily, Diana was the one to break the silence. "Come on, let's go put a real bandage on you."

Surprised, I looked down at the makeshift bandage that was my shirt that Diana had ripped. Now that I really had the chance to observe it, it really did look pretty bad. And there was blood everywhere. I could only imagine how freaked out the other guests were as I walked through the hotel looking like this.

Diana grabbed the bandages and first aid kit before stalking off to the bathroom. Not having much of a choice, I followed her. Once she went inside, she gasped yet again, and I hid a smile at her reaction. She never failed to show how impressed she was by the display of wealth this place had. Her naiveté was cute, but for me personally the place just wasn't very special. Sure, it was definitely nice, but everything was materialistic. It wasn't a place I could call a home. Not like my house. Not like Diana's house.

We went to the large, modern sink vanity, and she pulled out the seat for me to sit on. I rolled my eyes, feeling a little too much like I was being babied, but obliged. She then took out the first aid kit, and pulled out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide as well as some cotton balls. Turning her attention to my "bandage", she slowly unwrapped it until the entire thing came off. Despite how hard she was trying to hide it, I could obviously see her disgust at the task, and I fought the urge to chuckle.

Finally, she had the whole thing off, and immediately threw it on the floor, as if it were poisonous. When she turned to look at my wound, she blanched, and I thought for a second that she was going to faint.