Silver Is For Werewolves-BOOK 2 IN THE Garlic Is For Vampires Series-

Chapter 12: Frost

The police had reached the apartment and the witnesses who nearly got hit by Dylan when he drove into the sidewalk. I walked along the wall until I reached the crowd. Brendon was speaking to a man in a bulletproof vest with his hands working a wet, bloody towel between his palms. I was reminded of the blood on my hands as well.

I stopped beside Brendon and his hand reached out to grab mine. The man he was talking to glanced down at our interlinked hands and made an uneasy expression on his face. He continued talking to Brendon but I wasn't listening. I was thinking about what just happened and how Dylan escaped. Again. And he flew away. Like Superman. But he wasn't Superman. He was nowhere close to being a hero. But Mason was. Brendon was. And I...well it seemed that I was the damsel in distress. 

"You look shaken," the friend said to me. I made eye contact with him slowly and nodded.

"Bree, you should let the paramedics check you out first," Brendon murmured, pointing to the paramedics waiting for someone to come rolling out of the lobby. Brendon whistled for one of them to come over and they did. The male paramedic gently took my elbow and guided me over to the ambulance. I sat down in the back and let him check my blood pressure. He checked for any injuries and found shards of glass embedded in my skin.

"Miss, do you remember what happened?" the paramedic asked me. I shrugged.

"Do you remember anything at all?" he asked. He coaxed me out of silence and soon I was babbling about someone attacking me in the lobby. He found the bite and then looked up at my face. My eyes widened. He was the same paramedic from the night Dylan attacked me. And as he cleaned my bite mark he readied a shot for me again and made small talk.

"Sucks that this happens on New Years," the paramedic said. Then he gave me a rag to clean any excess blood. A detective walked over to me.

"Hey, Bree," he said. "I'm Detective Hoffman, Brendon's coworker."

"I remember you from the party with the other detective," I said in a croaky voice. I felt cold, so maybe this croaky throat meant I was getting sick soon. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."

"I have a few questions for you concerning Detective Stark's actions tonight," Detective Hoffman said. "So what happened tonight?"

"We took a taxi to our apartment."

"The one we're standing outside right now, yes?"

"Yes." I cleared my throat and suddenly I was shaking. "We're roommates. So as we stepped into the lobby we saw a man bent over the security guard. There was so much blood-"

My breath hitched but I took a minute to regain myself. "He attacked and-and Brendon fought back."

"Did you see a gun?"

"He-he took the security guard's gun and I remember hearing a loud bang when he shot it. At least I think he shot it."

"And where were you when all of this happened?"

"More men arrived and I helped fight them off in the beginning. I took a few self-dense classes," I said with a timid smile, but I was actually remembering all the times Skylark knocked me to the ground during training. "And then Dylan attacked me."

"How?"

"Well, he didn't-it was all a blur. In the next second I was outside in the parking lot across the building. He kept talking about things that didn't make any sense. And then he started hitting me and he bit me and I couldn't stop it. He got into a car and tried hitting people on the sidewalk."

"There's people who say there was another man fighting with Dylan."

I looked at him and I felt like he could see through my lies. Maybe he knew I was hiding something. So I just played the role of lost victim and shrugged.