Blood Bandits

7.

I looked up on the stranger who was standing at my door. It was him, it was the man from my dream. How was this possible? His eyes were covered with dark shades. His whole attire consisted of all black. Black dress shirt, black dress pants followed by black shoes. The gold watch glistened from his right wrist.

Standing at the door, I could tell he was watching me through his dark glasses. My mouth was dry and my hands were sweaty. I didn't want him to feel as though he was intimidating me but the truth was he did. His mouth was quirked up in a smirk.

"Did you not hear me the first time?" His southern drawl was something I'd known very well.

Whoever he was, I knew he resided in New Orleans.

I licked my bottom lip ran my hands down my black jeans, watching him.

"I heard you." I answered.

His brow shot up and he cocked his head to the side. "Oh? Well are we going to have a staring contest or are you going to let me in?"

I could tell he was used to getting his way. That was a given but not here.

"Who are you?" I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms. I wanted to be stern with him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I think you know. I mean, I am the reason you brought your little nosey reporting ass all the way down here from New York."

My arms slowly fell back down to my sides. My firmness was gone. I couldn't pretend anymore. This was a game, it had to be. Someone had to have told him who I was and what I was here for. Out of confusion, I began to laugh. The universe was playing a sick game on me. A very sick one and I wasn't in the mood.

"Am I wrong?" He asked, still confident in his purpose of being here. Stopping my laughter.

The hotel was quiet, there was no one walking the halls at hall. So, there would be no witnesses if I were to invite him in. But I had to be careful. I was well aware on how this worked, if he was what I thought he was, he couldn't get in without my invitation. Maybe that's why he was asking.

"No." I muttered.

I moved to the side without a word, eyeing him. He couldn't come in. I knew he couldn't. But before I could stop him, shut the door or even make a blink, he was crossing the threshold of my hotel room. My breath was caught in my throat. His hand reached out to clutch the door, and close it himself. The smirk still on his face.

On the other hand, my face was full of shock and fear. No, I was never the one to be scared of anything but right now was different. But why? I mean all this talk about blood suckers had gotten to me but it was clear it was all a fake and a bunch of nonsense. Jolie had sent me on a wild goose chase, Kenneth was out of his mind. Vladyy was an emo, goth geek who had no life. They were all wrong. I mean, he walked across the threshold. What more could there be?

The air in the hotel room seemed to have gotten cooler since before he got here. He didn't make a move other than to lean on the door, with his arms folded.

"Well are you going to just stand there or are you going to tell me why you're here?" I asked, using all the courage I could muster up.

He cocked his brow and pushed himself away from the door. The expression in his face was now serious. I took a couple of steps back.

"Don't play games with me Ms. Lafayette. I know exactly who you are and why you're here." His voice low but soft.

Fine, he wanted to get straight to the point. I would. What did I have to lose? My job for one...

I stopped my movement and held my ground. Taking in a deep breath, I wanted answers and I wanted them now. He stood there staring at me, waiting patiently or me to speak.