Fallen Blood (14 page)

"About that." Brian said. "I'm not to sure we're going to be going with you."

"Well, why not? You got someplace better to be?"

"Actually, I'm not sure. Something we need to talk about between us first."

"Well get you butt moving. I ain't got all day, I got a schedule to keep."

"Well, hopefully you'll see us in a bit when we go eat."

"Whatever. I need some coffee, let me know what you two kids are going to do when you finally decide." The trucker turned and walked off to the cafe. Brian actually kind've liked the guy. He didn't want to see the man get
hurt, which
was a bit unusual, as he really never had feelings for anyone but Heather and his mom. He didn't even really feel anything for his aunt, as he always felt as if she didn't really have any true feeling about hi
m. It felt almost
as if she looked at him like he was a curious lab rat or something. She never had love or compassion in her eyes when she would talk to him, if she would even talk to him. This guy, though, something about him was just likable, even if he
were
compelled to help them. He actually s
eemed to care and to want to help. Brian was sure he would have liked him had he ever met him
under normal circumstances.

Holding his breath as he opened the dryer, Brian was surprised to find that the dryer had done its job properly. He knew how those things could be temperamental at times. The fact that she now had clean and dry clothes would make the coming discussion all the more easy than had the opposite been true. Walking into
their motel room, Brian was surprised to find Heather up, sitting on the edge of the bed, running h
er fingers through her hair.

"There you are. I was wondering where my clothes were."

"Yeah, I almost forgot to go get them."

She stood up, tucking the towel tighter against her not-so-small bosom. "Are they dry?" She took them and shook them out. "You must have left them in all night. They're all wrinkled now."

"I said I forgot." He said sheepishly, "sorry."

"Well, at least they're dry. I'm hungry, what about you?" She turned, and headed for the bathroom.

"Could it wait until we're done talking?” He asked, wanting to get it over with.

"You mean your secret?" She smiled at him, then turned and walking into the bathroom, dropping the towel to the floor and giving him a quick peek of her oh-so-wonderful, heart-shaped, rear as she disappeared. "I'm sure we will get to everything soon enough." She giggled from out of sight.

Yeah, this is going to be a difficult day.

Time seemed to slow down as Brian waited for Heather to reappear. The giggling had stopped not long after she actually shut the door. He wasn't sure, but he couldn't help but think she was actually daring him to walk to the bathroom while the door was open. In fact, it was more like an invitation. He wasn't sure entirely, and when she shut the door behind her not much later, he wasn't sure about anything. He really didn't need this right now. The time to reveal who and what he was, well, it was right
now
. Even if agents came blasting through the door, he was going to tell her. So why were there butterflies floating around in his stomach? Why did he feel the need to just run out the door and join Bobby, acting like he never said a thing about telling her anything? He stood up, and started pacing around the room. Several times, he stopped in front of the mirror that the little room had and tried to fix his hair. Each time he returned to it, the clump of hair he had moved once again claimed its spot, half covering his eye and face. He swore that one of these days he was going to cut that thing off. See what it thought about
that
.

"Heather?" He knocked on the bathroom door. "You almost done?"

"What?" She hollered back. "Don't tell me you have to go?"

"No, no." He nervously brushed the clump of hair out of his face. "Just...we have to go soon if we're leaving with Bobby."

He heard her sigh behind the door. "Okay, just give me a few."

He nodded toward the door, realizing as he did how stupid that would look. There was no way for her to see him nod. Oh well. He went back to his chair and sat impatiently for what seemed like forever, before getting back up and repeating everything he had already done. About the time he was going to knock on the door again, the door opened and Heather walked out, radiant as usual.

"How do I look?" She asked, and spun around for a quick once-over.

How did she look? Like no other girl could possibly look, and perfect in every way. So perfect he wondered how it would be possible for her to ever age. "You look great," he manged to choke out.

"Alright, great, lets have that talk, because I'm starving." She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, crossing her legs as she did so. At that moment, everything he was going to tell her just went out the door. Everything he had planned to do, all the examples he was going to say. Gone. Vanished. Instead, he said. "I'm a vampire."

Heather stared at him for a second, then began to smile. "This is your big secret?"

He nodded.

"Brian, Sweetie. You may be a lot of things, but a vampire?"

Brian wasn't sure how he expected her to act. Repulsed maybe. Afraid possibly, or maybe even accepting. Least of all her reactions he thought would be disbelief. A new determination began to rise up in him to this new challenge. Fine, he would make her believe him.

"Well, how do you explain me saving you all these times? I don't think Chuck could have done any of that."

"Maybe," she said as she looked him up and down, appraising. "I've wondered how you did it, I won’t lie to you. But somehow, I think there's a less fantastic answer for that."

"Name one." He challenged.

"Brian, I'm sorry, but a vampire? Every girl dreams that they're going to find their vampire lover and become the next Bella."

Brian started to pace trying to think how he was going to deal with this. He couldn't believe that this was actually happening.

"Okay, okay, if you're a vampire, then you must drink blood?"

Brian paused and looked at her. "Yeah."

"Well, I don't see any bites on me, and I haven't seen you feed in a while."

"It's at my home. I go there to eat."

She shook her head. "Brian, that's miles away, tens of miles. You haven't been there in days."

"Where do you think I was when the police arrested you?" He smiled feeling some minor victory was achieved when she stopped in mid sentence and considered what he said.

"Okay, Brian, I've known you since you were a little kid. I'm sorry, but unless you got bitten some time recently..."

"I was born a vampire, Heather. It's something that manifested itself some time after I turned thirteen."

"Born? I thought Vampires were made?"

Brian walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside and looked out. Bobby's truck was still there, thankfully. He was half-afraid the man would have left them behind, not that he couldn't have gotten them another ride. It was just that he really liked Bobby.

"Apparently not."

"So...Are you, like, dead?" She stood up and looked at him better. "You don't look pale."

"I don't know Heather...no, I'm alive." He walked to the door, opened it, and peeked out. The fresh air that rushed in felt good on his skin. He couldn't help but think that this might just have been another mistake in a long line of mistakes.

"Brian, don't get me wrong. I really would like you to be one."

Brian turned and looked at her like she was out of her mind.

"Seriously, what young teenage girl wouldn't these days, but I don't even see a ring on your finger or anything, and you're not turning to dust in the sun, and you're certainly not sparkling."

"Your point? They were dead, I'm alive still...Kinda like Blade."

"Who?" She asked, confused. Brian threw up his hands in surrender and stalked to his chair, and flung himself down in it.

"Don't get mad at me, Brian. You fling this one at me without any kind of proof, and just expect me to believe it?"

"You want proof?" He raised his voice and jumped up out of the chair, running to her and locking eyes with her. "I'll give you proof. Dance for me." He said to her, "Oh, and strip."

He walked back to his chair, sat down, and watched as she began to sensually rub her hands along the sides of her legs and slowly bring them to up to her sides. She spun around so her back was facing him and slowly bent down until she was grabbing her ankles. She was so close, he could almost reach out and touch her. He was surprised how well she was doing, he would have expected her to be awkward and clumsy doing this little dance for him, but from all indications she was quite good at it, as her pink top came off and was thrown to him.

A sense of guilt began to fill him, as he watched her parade around in her pink bra, slowly massaging her large breasts through it.

Perhaps I'm taking this too far,
he thought, as she popped the top of her slacks and slowly lowered her zipper. He was sure if he stopped her now, she would have all the proof she needed. But something in him let her keep going, as she sat down and slowly slid her slacks off over those perfectly tanned legs, until all she was standing in were her pink underwear. He was somewhat surprised that she wore color coordinated underwear, but it was cute, and more. The shape of her thighs, and her smooth flat stomach. he could feel the room in his jeans quickly disappearing.

She spun around, and turned her back to him, slowly reaching behind her, and began to pop each hook on her bra-strap. Now was the time, he realized. It was now or never. If he let her finish this, it would have gone from proving a point to--

"Hello?" Bobby knocked on the already partially open door, and pushed it the rest of the way open. Brian leaped up, and put himself between Bobby and Heather, hopefully hiding her completely from his view.

"Stop dancing Heather." He said over his shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry" Bobby averted his eyes and pulled the tongue of his baseball cap down in front of his face. "You two kids really should shut the door before playing around like that."

"Sorry, Bobby, I forgot it was open." Brian answered, and turning to Heather a moment, he told her to get dressed.

"That's alright, no harm done. Just thought you would like to know I was going to be pulling out of here shortly."

"Okay...um. Could you give us another ten minutes?"

"Why, sure I can, just don't make me waste my sunlight on you two just goofing off. Oh, and here, let me shut this for you." The trucker left, shutting the door.

Brian turned back to Heather, who had already put her shirt back on, and was now attempting to hurriedly put back on her slacks.

"Well?" Brian asked.

"Well what?"

"Was that proof enough, or do I need to make you do more?"

"You mean the dance?" Heather paused, searching his face, then continued zipping her pants up. "Brian, I did that because I wanted to."

"What?” He blinked, and stared at her a few moments. “So...you just decided, out of the blue, to dance for me and take your clothes off?"

She nodded her head. "Yeah. That's what girls do for guys they like."

That caused Brian to take a double-take. He couldn't believe he just heard her say that. He hadn't even suggested her to say or even think that, yet there it was.

"If that was your proof silly, I think you better work on it." She smiled again.

It only took them a few minutes to get what little things they had together, before stepping out into the parking lot. Brian could see Bobby off in the distance walking around his rig, checking the tires, and whatever else truckers did before they take off on a long haul.

"Alright, wait one second." Brian grabbed Heather's arm. "What will it take to convince you?"

"Are we still going on about this?"

"Seriously? Tell me what."

"Okay," she tapped her chin with her finger. "Bite my neck and drink some blood."

"Oh, um..."

"Well? It can't be that hard."