Late Night Louisiana

Two

"Tobias, I never saw him go in the tavern..."
"Okay, that's all ya had to say! So you're going to the cemetery tonight, right?" He looked at me with amused eyes. I crossed my arms and raised a brow. "I don't think it would be a good idea to go tonight." My eyes scan over a couple books on the bookshelf next to me, trying to avoid eye contact. "And why not, Y/N?" He asked and turned his head like a confused puppy. "Well because... the clouds are looking a little grey. I don't want to be walking in mud tonight at the cemetery."
"Fimble-Famble!" He exclaimed. He started laughing. "You're 'fraid of that cemetery, aren't ya?" He smiled mockingly at me. "No I am not! You big coot! I just—What if I find him there? What do I say? Hi I've heard so much about you! I'm really interested in what you are. Can we be friends?" I purses my lips, uncrossing my arms and placing them on my hips. "Obsessed is more like it" He said under his breath. "You're not helping, Tob." I glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. Sorry." He mumbled with a smirk. "Will you go with me?" I asked full of hope. Surely he wouldn't turn me down. I bat my eyelashes and smile sweetly. "No ma'am! I'm not trying to run out of print." He shrugged.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm not trying to die, darling."
I let out a huff and leaned against the side wall of the bookshelf. "So you're gonna let me go alone, to a cemetery, at night, where a creature of the night lurks?" He had a devilish grin on his face as he nodded. "I'm not the one dying to meet some vampire. You're the one who moved here just to learn more about the lively species that feed on us. You'll probably be his snack for the night."
"No, he doesn't go for likely young women with gorgeous hair." I flipped my hair in a dramatic motion causing Tobias to scoff. "My hair looks better than yours and It's only an couple inches long."
His comment made my jaw drop wide open. "Wanna add anymore agony to the pile? Geez, Tob." My hand landed onto my lazy made up bun. Most woman had their hair done up in extravagant curls and plaits but I'm not really into my hair, I just do two plates and make it into a low bun. He snickered and gave me a quick hug. "I was messing with you. Now I have to close up the store and you need to go to the cemetery. If you start walking now it'll be dusk by the time you get there." He pushed me towards the door. "Yeah but don't you need help closing? You're my best friend! I think I should help you! Do you want me to sweep? Or dust the shelves?" I turn to him with a smile. "No. Now go." He pushed me out and locked the door behind him, flipping the sign. Closed.
I let out a deep sigh as I start my journey down the cobble road to the infamous Porterhollow Cemetery.
There's been a lot of grave robberies and a lot of dead bodies found there. Bodies that weren't buried there in the first place. Most of the bodies found were corned bummers, I guess he does us a favor by taking the reckless and vile folk out of the town. Some will ride into town, spend all their money on the whores and end up living on the streets begging for money, only to drink it away instead of buy clothes to get a job or a decent meal. As I walked down the street, several people wave and say hi. Everyone knows who I am. I'm the crazy girl. They all know I'm looking for Wrecker. I wonder since the whole town of Porterhollow knows I want to find him, if he himself knows I'm looking for him. Maybe that's why he hasn't been to the tavern in awhile.
"Y/N! Hey! Wait up!" I turn around and see Steven, another friend of mine, jogging over to me. "Hey, where ya headed?" He asked, he stopped once he stood before me. He put a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He stared up at me through his long eyelashes. "Cemetery. Wanna come?" I asked. His eyes grew wide, he shook his head. "No way am I trying to end up in an eternity box." He said. I rolled my eyes, "Nobody calls them that anymore... just say coffin." I laughed at him, it was now his turn to roll his eyes. He stood up straight as we began walking. He was definitely easy on the eyes, he was tall, broad, muscular, and also very artistic which to me is so attractive. He was every woman's dream. But he never tried to pursue any woman. "What do you think you're gonna find in that cemetery? You really think a vampire is living there?" He kicked rocks as we continued to walk down the road, the sun was setting. "I'm not trying to find just any vampire. I'm trying to find the Wrecker. Have faith in me will ya?" I nudge his huge arm. He chuckled and nodded, mumbling an 'okay'.
"So, are you um, are you attracted to vampires?" He asked looking away, clearly nervous with the question he just asked.
"No. I just want to know more about them. I think us normal folk are boring and dull. We're too ordinary. Vampires, the creatures of the night, they're fizzin!" I look at him to find that he's already staring at me.
"Would you ever consider being with one? A vampire, I mean. Or is that something too taboo?"
"I mean if they were nice, not trying to kill me, then yeah. I'm open to it. It's not like I'm seeking out vampires so I can fall in love with one. I'm just a curious cat." I giggle at the thought of falling in love with a vampire. So silly. Like it could ever happen. I don't think I could fall in love with a man that had sharp walrus teeth... no thanks.
"That's good to know." He whispered more to himself than me. "Why? Do you have a vampire friend that is interested in little ole me?" I smirked and nudged him playfully again. "No. Just a curious cat." He said with a sweet smile. I nod and look ahead, the cemetery now in view. "Well it was nice talking, but I gotta get back to my ma. Be careful." He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. "Alright see ya later, Steve." I waved as I watched him run down the road and back to his momma's house.
Before I knew it I was at the gates. I took a deep breath before walking through. It's gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. There's a slim chance I'll even find him here. The cemetery is big, a lot of tombs, a lot of Mausoleums, and a lot of trees. The sun has set as the moon is out and shining bright and some fog has appeared, swimming on the ground. Definitely not scary or creepy.
Suddenly I get an eerie feeling of someone watching me. I do a complete three-sixty, no one is here. No one but me. I walk around, looking, searching. I prayed that I wouldn't bump into some grave robber. I hear the sound of leaves rustling, I turned to my left and saw a figure move behind a tree.
Part of me is screaming RUN! and another part is telling me to get closer, to see what's behind the tree to see if it's him or just some opossum.
I step closer towards the oak tree, "Anybody there? Hello?" I step closer. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it may stop any second now. The dark figure stepped out from behind the tree, the shadow of the tree trunk covering the person's face, it's a silhouette of a tall and broad man, Steve. It's Steve. "Steve. I swear. You're little jokes aren't funny." I scoffed and crossed my arms. Why would Steve do this? He's such an asshat! He steps out into the light and his eyes stared into mine. "Oh. You're not... you're not um, Steve." I barely managed to say, my throat had gone dry and I suddenly felt cold.
There before was this handsome man, tall, muscular, and broad. Just like Steve but he was brunette. And his eyes were a lighter blue, the moon gave them a vibrant glow. "Are you—"
"I am." He came closer. I'm not gonna gum you and say I wasn't trembling in fear and excitement, because I was.
"And who might you be?" He asked. He looked me up and down, his eyes meeting my own once again.
"Y/N..."
I get closer and realize... he's not wearing a bandana and the moonlight is shining perfectly on his nose and lips. I gasp and grab ahold of his cheeks. "So you don't have sharp walrus teeth!" I exclaim. He furrowed his brows.
"I beg your pardon?"