Krimson Mind: The Krimson Cycle Vol. 1

Chapter Six - Krimson:

It was nearly 4:00 pm by the time the detectives decided that I could go home. And I was never so glad to leave a place in my entire life. The cops were now calling me a hero because of my quick actions. I didn't exactly tell them how quick they really were. In fact, I fed the detectives a whole string of lies to conceal the fact that I was a vampire. Thankfully, they bought every one of them. But I still had a problem. Now Krimson Rose had an official police record. I was finger printed, as well as photographed, for the record, the detectives assured me. I asked if any of this was going into the local paper. They told me it wasn't, only because James's mom had requested that it didn't. I didn't say it aloud, but I was relieved.

The detectives had interviewed me about four times as they tried to figure out what had happened to James. Good luck! I've seen some freaky shit in my long life, but what I saw in that gymnasium beat everything to date. As far as the cops could figure, James had suffered from some sort of medical problem, and I had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was happy to leave them to their opinion. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself for fear of having Lord Kaign sending his pet general to come and collect me. What had happened was already too much for my liking. It would be a fucking miracle if Lord Kaign didn't show up today.

The cops decided that I was just casually involved in this situation. But I knew better. I wasn't sure how, but my involvement was far more than just casual. My problem was that I couldn't figure exactly how I was involved. Especially now that I kissed him. I'll grant you, it wasn't the most romantic kiss that had ever happened on the earth. But kissing him stirred something in me that I was absolutely sure was long dead. I was hoping that it would just go back to being dead. I couldn't afford any sort of relationship with my being chased by Lord Kaign. I wouldn't risk the life and safety of anybody else if I could help it.

I walked slowly back to my truck. My head was full, and I couldn't decide what to do about it. Maybe I was worrying for nothing. But I just wasn't sure. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice James's sister, Amy was leaning against my truck, just waiting for me.

"What did you do to him?" She demanded quietly.

"What-huh?" I asked, slowly coming out of my head. How the fuck had she gotten the drop on me? I hadn't heard her moving toward me at all.

"I said, what did you do to him?" She nearly shouted, with her fists clenched into tight fists at her side.

"I didn't do anything to him! He touched me!" I yelled. It was bad enough that I was beating myself up for what had happened. I didn't need her help. I looked around, self-conscious that I'd been yelling. I shouldn't have worried though, nobody was nearby, and we were alone.

Amy stood there for a second, visibly trying to relax. I suppose that I should have been glad that she was calming herself down before she did something foolish. If she wasn't going to fight, then neither was I. Not to mention that I really didn't want to hurt her. I'm sure James would never forgive me if I hurt his sister, and there was the fact that I'd been scrutinized enough for one day. Anymore and I was going to have to move again.

"What can I do for you?" I asked in a calm, neutral voice. See? I can be civil. Mostly.

"Can you drive me to the hospital to see James? He asked me to find you because he wants to see you for some reason. I tried to convince him to leave you alone, that you've done enough damage, but he insisted." She explained.

I moved past her and shoved my key into the door lock. I unlocked the door and got in. I had almost convinced myself not to let her in, but with a heavy sigh, I reached over and unlocked the passenger door. Amy walked around the front of the truck and got in with a grin.