Suddenly I realize the precariousness of my situation. I’m all alone in a vampire blood bar on the wrong side of town. And no one (besides Spider and I don’t give Spider’s rescue abilities much credit) knows where I am.
Some might call this a bad situation to be in. After all, I’ve got no plan. No idea what to do now that I’m here. What if I have to actually get sucked by some random gnarly vamp? What if I get some kind of awful disease? What if just sitting in here is infecting me?
Can we say Stupid, Rayne?
I take a deep breath, remembering what Mr. Teifert told me. The vamps here are all tested for diseases. I’m fine. I’m safe. From that, at least. And I have my stake, in case I meet with any danger. I reach into my bag, examine the chunk of unfinished wood, then sigh and put it away. Sadly, that so doesn’t make me feel any more secure.
And that’s where I am right about now. After forty-five minutes of waiting, my anxiety level has gone down and my boredom level has gone up. This is worse than the doctor’s office. Nothing much to do. I’ve already checked my e-mail, played Tetris, chatted with Spider on IM. And now I’m writing my blog.
Oh, wait! Someone’s coming. Ooh, this is it! More later.
POSTED BY RAYNE McDONALD @ 8 P.M.
ONE COMMENT:
SunshineBaby says . . .
Rayne! Are you just making this stuff up to see if I’m reading your blog? You’re not really a slayer, are you? I mean, you’d come tell me if you were suddenly a slayer, right? You can’t keep something like that from your twin sister. Especially when the twin in question is dating a vampire. Which, I might add, is sort of your fault to begin with. Not to mention that the Blood Bar place sounds really dangerous. But I’m guessing this is just a joke to freak me out. I hope . . .
6
SATURDAY, JUNE 2, 11 P.M.
Jareth
I’m so getting my hair dyed black. Tomorrow. I’d do it tonight if I could find a drugstore that was still open. Just get a bottle of dye and dump it over my head. Something. Anything. Just so I don’t look exactly like Sunny.
Sorry. Getting ahead of myself here.
So last I wrote I was in the Blood Bar, waiting for the vamp who’s supposed to suck me, right? And it was a long wait, let me tell you. But finally the door opens.
The guy who enters the room is nothing like the other vamps I saw hanging out in the sitting room. The half-starved, junkie looking ones. This guy, while definitely a vamp with gorgeous fangage, is like a Jude Law clone. I know! Drool, right? Seriously, the dude’s got the same dirty blond hair, same beautiful blue eyes (though his are rimmed with black eyeliner—yum!), and high cheekbones. He’s tall. He’s lanky. He’s wearing a black wife-beater tank and tight black pants. His buff arms tell me he clocks in mucho time at the gym, but at the same time, he’s simply tone, not bulky and meatheady like the bouncer, Francis, had been.
In other words, he’s the most gorgeous Goth guy I’ve ever seen. And he’s a vampire, too. Which automatically makes him not a poseur, like, uh, some of you. (Cough, cough, DarkGothBoy.)
Anyway, I’m all staring at him, totally and officially and instantly in love. I’m thinking, he can jump me, bite me, have his wicked way with me. Whatever his little black heart desires. He can take me on midnight strolls through ancient, ivy-walled cemeteries and kiss me senseless under the waning moon. Forget whiny, annoying Magnus. Sunny can have him. I want a blood mate like this guy.
“Hi, I’m Jareth, and I’ll be your biter tonight,” he mumbles in a deep, British-accented voice. OMG, yes! He’s English, too! Major w00t! At this point I’m thinking this guy is way too good to be true. I wonder if he already has a blood mate, but I can’t imagine he’d be working in a place like this, if he did. Maybe he’s a lost soul, waiting for the love of a pure heart to redeem him like you always read about in those Christine Feehan books.
I watch intently as he wanders to the far side of the room, not yet glancing in my direction. He lazily sinks into the bed, extending his arms spread-eagle across the width of the pillows. His movements are slinky, almost catlike in their grace. He closes his beautiful sapphire eyes and smiles the most seductive smile known to mankind, his fangs slightly protruding from his mouth. Aha! Now we’re talking.
I wonder if he’s really as attractive as I think he is or if he’s using the Vampire Scent on me. Vampires have this pheromone thing going on that makes them irresistible to humans. Probably how they rose to such power in this world. One grin and we’re putty in their fangs.
“If you have any special requests, please tell me now and I’ll do my best to accommodate you,” he purrs in a throaty voice, shifting in the bed a bit, eyes still closed.
OMG, this guy oozes sex. He’s practically dripping with it. I so want to jump him. Even more than I wanted to jump Ville when I went to see H.I.M. last fall. And that’s saying something.
I shake my head. No, no, that will never do. One, this vamp’s not really interested in me; it’s his job to turn me on. I don’t want to be like the fat guy who falls for the hooker. Two, he’s one of the bad guys, duh. So even if he did—for some unfathomable reason—take an interest in me, I so can’t start hooking up with one of Maverick’s men. Then I’d have to war against my sister and her BF and that seems kind of lame. Not to mention I’d be nanovirused by Slayer Inc. A lousy situation all around.
“Um, hi, Jareth,” I say, realizing he’s waiting for an answer to his special requests question. Not that I can think of any. Well, not that I should say aloud anyway. Hm, maybe I should at least introduce myself. “Nice to meet you. I’m—”