Elsie ended the call and put her phone away.
The night air became too silent and too loud without Hildreth’s voice inside her ear.
I want to run back to him.
The night is not over.
A shrill scream broke the air as a vampire dragged an unwilling victim into the cemetery.
Elsie ran forward and jumped off the mausoleum’s flat roof.
Time to get back to work.
Hildreth leaned his head back and sighed.
A whole week.
Stuck inside for seven days while she goes out every night to stake vampires.
She’s strong and capable.
She’ll be fine.
I’m just gonna a little bit nuts worrying about her.
My lovely, fierce Elsie.
He closed his eyes and visualized her.
Her frizzy black hair.
Her gold eyes.
The effortless grace of her movements when she’s fighting vamps.
The warmth of her body when I hold her in my arms.
The passion in her kisses.
How much she loves me.
How much I…I…
His head drifted to his side.
He fell into a pleasant dream.
Barbara stood before Ambrose.
Her face was flushed.
Her eyes bright with anticipation.
He smiled. “Now.”
She unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, making his heart race.
She reached the last button and removed his shirt.
“Barbara.” he whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Her fingers touched his belt buckle.
His pupils widened.
She smiled at him.
She opened her mouth and Kevin’s broken note howl came out.
“Nnghg!” Ambrose startled awake and Kevin was still howling. “DARN YOU! It’s bad enough I have to deal with your wretched stink, but to have such a nice dream ruined by that blasted noise—”
He sat up with the intent to do violence to Kevin’s howling face.
His bad mood crashed.
He pulled out his cell phone and called Barbara. “Hey. Yeah. It’s me.”
His gaze travelled over the werewolf’s body, trying to find one human element.
“I think you need to come here. Yes. It’s Kevin. I’m sorry, Barbara. Just come here. Please. I’ll be outside waiting for you. Be careful. Love you too.”
The vampire fidgeted for the fortieth time that night.
These plastic chairs are sure uncomfortable.
He stood and rubbed his bottom.
The front door opened.
The vampire grabbed the plastic chair and set it in front of him as a pitiful barrier.
Ambrose stepped outside. “Oh, thank God for fresh air.” He snapped a sharp look at the vampire. “You.”
Ambrose grabbed the chair and threw it off the porch. “What are you doing here?”
The vampire cowered. “I was hoping to have a nice—”
“—civil conversation, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Darn right it won’t. Get out of here.”
He held up his hands in an appeasing gesture. “Look. Let me just say my thing and I’ll leave.”
Ambrose grabbed him by his shirt front. “You tried to kill my father-in-law. I’m not interested in what you have to say.”
“What if…what if I just ask you a simple question?”
“How would you like to kill Mark Caten?”