Chapter 84About Fleeting Facts

Aimless I wandered the streets. I passed by like a ghost, without any goal or purpose. People stared at me as my skin probably looked paler than ever. I had not yet drunk any blood and my emotional state didn't really help either. Did I miss Hitori that much? Did I want him that much? Why did I feel so rejected, so negated, so... erased.

Was this love?

It slowly started to dawn on me that I had to get some sustenance. I was feeling very empty, very weak. I briefly wondered if I could just go home and lie down in bed for the rest of the night. I guess that wasn't an option. Too many things going on. I had to go on.

Past the streets I knew I walked. The club where I met Hitori, the Irish pub we had a drink. I didn't want to go in, not part of that whole scene. Not be remembered of it all. I walked on and on, hearing shards of conversations as I walked past. Some even aimed at me but I didn't listen.

Time just unwound. Seconds, minutes... Hours even? I had no idea how long I had walked the streets. It probably wasn't hours, but it was hard to tell. I saw a jazz-club that looked interesting enough. Hoping it would offer some distraction to my troubled mind, I went in.

Inside was a bit different from what I expected, though I guess I didn't know what to expect. But it was very upbeat music, a band playing improvised music that was quite interesting. Most of the people actually listening save for a few at the bar and everyone at least six years older than me. Clothing was surprising too, quite neat. Like smart casual or something.

My mind was really trying to be distracted.

I closed my eyes for a moment and just let the crowd and the music wash over me. So many smells, so many sounds. I didn't need to look to hear what the band was doing. The sharp playful tones of the saxophone, the twang of the guitar and the screech of sliding over the strings. Even the click of the keys in the keyboard was a sort of counter-rhythmic play to the music. Did anyone else even listen to the little things?

"Enjoying the music?" A male voice next to me. He looked late twenties and quite good-looking. A good seducer I figured.

"I only just got here, but they sound pretty good." I smiled.

He smiled back. "I've heard them a few times, I'm glad to see them improve all the time. Can I offer you a drink?"

It was a welcome distraction. "Sure, just a beer would be great."

He walked to the bar and ordered it. I didn't mind talking to him, he wasn't annoying or obnoxious yet and didn't look bad actually. And he didn't remind me of anyone. I liked that. He came back holding two beers.

We just talked a bit about the band and Jazz, of which I didn't know anything. But he seemed to like me so he didn't care. We moved to a corner and just kept on talking. I never made a move. I knew I wanted to drink but something was holding me back. He moved his hand on my leg and I didn't even notice really. I guess I was so zoned out with everything happening around I didn't really care.

His lips touched mine and I shocked awake. I felt his hand on my stomach rubbing me softly while he kissed me. It was not unpleasant but it felt wrong. This was not how it was supposed to go. His hand was slowly moving upward, to the slope of my breasts over my shirt. I wanted to move but my thoughts fighting as if they had to move through a cotton ball.

His hand touched the bottom of my breast and I pushed him away in reflex. I never made the move to bite him. He had only kissed my lips softly, seductively. But it all felt wrong. He stopped and looked at me. Looking at my hand I slowly understood what happened. I wanted to go.

"I'm sorry." I looked at him sadly and stood up. He let me go.

Without ever looking back I walked out of the club. My body moving on automatic, I knew it was all going wrong. Where did my mind go, why couldn't I think straight?

"Amy." A voice on the wind. Not asking, ordering.

I started to follow it.

"Amy, run. Run!" Just a voice, a simple direction, yet so demanding.

I ran.

"Go inside, they need you." In front of a low building next to a hospital.

I went inside, it was unlocked. Darkness everywhere. Nothing and no one there. It was a large swimming pool, changing rooms on the side. I continued toward the pool itself. Something was calling me there. Thick double doors opened up into the large open space where the actual pool lay, the soft light of the moon and the city shining in.

I couldn't look.

I had to look.

My vampire senses going wild.

Blood.

A swimming pool full of blood.

Two people floating in the middle.

Valerie and Khuna.