Blood Will Fall: Tales of a Vampire Hunter

Chapter 19

"Return a fucking call," Sarah said staring at her phone screen. "You selfish bitch." She tossed the phone on the kitchen table. Sarah needed some support, and she felt like her friend should be there. But, Sarah didn't expect too much from Ciara. I covered for her. My marriage is fucked because of her. She could at least return a call or a fucking text. Selfish bitch. I was dead to my husband because of my feelings for her. That bitch is an addiction that I can't kick. "Fuck her!" She picked up the phone and again in vain and noticed no calls or texts from her friend. She slammed the phone on a table. The city and surrounding counties were dealing with dead bodies and missing people. Sarah couldn't focus on the cases, she could only focus on Ciara. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. She reached for her freshly brewed cup of coffee, but couldn't complete that goal as she accidentally knocked over the cup, spilling her coffee all over the table.

"Shit!" She picked up the cup and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess. "Damn," she swore as the spill rolled onto the floor. She grabbed some more paper towels and wiped up the stain. Then, two knocks tapped on her front door. "It better not be someone here to question my relationship with Jesus Christ."

She growled as she stomped her way to the front door. She didn't even look through the peephole. She ripped the door open. "What the fuck?" as she laid eyes on Ciara.

"I know," Ciara explained, "you never wanted me to come to your home. But, I need to talk to you." She shook her head. "I mean, I want to talk to you."

Sarah eyes scanned over Ciara's face, noticing bruising around Ciara's eye and mouth. "What the fuck happen? Got into another fight?"

"Yeah," Ciara answered, "something like that."

Sarah looked in the driveway. "I'm not even going to ask you about the black Mustang?"

Ciara glanced back at the car. "Don't worry. It's not stolen." She looked back at Sarah. "A friend loan it to me."

"Yeah, right." Sarah's respond was followed by an eyeroll. Even though Ciara was telling the truth, Sarah didn't believe it. "I've left you a shit load of messages."

"I lost my phone," Ciara said. She pulled out another phone from her pockets. "I haven't activated this one yet."

"Come in." Sarah's mind was split in two. Half of her wanted to punch Ciara in the face and the other half wanted to rip off the clothes of the raven-haired beauty. But, Sarah did neither. She noticed some changes in her friend.

Ciara's shoulders were hunched over as she walked into the living room. She didn't respond at all to her surroundings. She just plopped back on the leather couch and sighed. Her bright blue eyes didn't dance or sparkle. They were empty. She looked down and rubbed her hands. She sat quietly.

"What's wrong, Ciara?" Sarah asked. This wasn't the Ciara she knew.

"What do you mean?"

Sarah sat down on the couch and took hold of Ciara's hand. "I've seen you drunk, high and horny as fuck, but I never seen you like this."

"Like what?" Ciara staring into Sarah's brown eyes.

"Sad." Sarah answered. "What's going on?" She moved in closer to Ciara.

"Why do you even like me?" Ciara asked. "I mean I blackmailed you for God's sake."

"Yeah." Sarah reflected on that moment. "That was a bitch move." But Sarah kept the conversation moving to a positive moment in their relationship. "Do you remember how we first met?"

A huge smile came to Ciara's lips. "How could I forget? Everything was left up to chance that night. I happened to walk into the club and there were several seats open. I happened to sit at the bar stool next to you. You," she pointed her finger at Sarah, "were drinking," she paused for a second to recall the story, "whisky neat. Not a sissy drink."