“Hey, Raven. Sorry to keep you hangin’. Look. Ambrose has some sort of scheme about gettin’ us over to you. So, keep your clothes on. Don’t go strippin’ or nothin’. I’m thinkin’ Jeff wouldn’t like that all that much. We’ll be there.”
“Then, you are coming here?” Raven asked.
“Yeah. If I can’t make it, I’ll give you another call. So, just kick off your shoes and pull off your socks and just chill.”
Ambrose scoffed. “Ha! As if he could really chill without his socks and shoes on.”
“Good point. Ne’er mind. Just keep yourself calm. We’re comin’.” Robin ended the call. “Okay. So, what’s your plan?”
Ambrose smiled. “Follow me.”
He just up and ran off on me.
LM shook his head and quietly wondered about Ambrose’s upbringing.
My master back at the freak show wouldn’t have allowed that sort of behavior from anyone, but especially from me.
“Capernaum? Are you there?” He glanced around the room. “What am I supposed to do here? What did you have in mind for me? Can you hear me?”
The kitchen door banged open.
LM instinctively rose from his seat and slunk away from the table as Ambrose entered the room.
“Whatever. I need your help.”
The scarred vampire entered the kitchen. “What the…” He gave LM a hard, searching look. “You ain’t Isellta.”
“No. I’m LM.”
“What do you want? What you doin’ here?”
“Robin.” Ambrose said. The sound of his voice seemed to be enough to calm the other vampire down. “I’ll let you interrogate him later. First thing’s first. LM, I need your help.”
LM’s wings rustled. A handful of feathers fell to the floor. “With what?”
Ambrose strolled over to him.
LM shuddered. More feathers fell.
The vampire strode towards him with a cruel glint in his eyes. “You won’t escape this time, freak.”
His heart rate sped up.
He grabbed the front of his raggedy t-shirt.
“Am’rose. Stop. You’re freakin’ him out.”
Ambrose looked back at Robin.
“Let me talk to him.”
“It’s all right. I got this.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do. But he’s freakin’ out bad.”
“It’s all right.” Ambrose turned to face LM again. He crouched and held out his hands. “It’s all right, LM. I won’t hurt you.”
I don’t know why, but I believe him. Just like I believed Capernaum.
LM carefully walked over to the black-haired vampire. He stopped an arm-distance before him. “What do you want me to do?”
Ambrose lowered his arms.
LM felt his body relax. “Just tell me.”
“We need to get to the hospital, but it’s daytime. We vampires don’t do well with daytime. It weakens us, makes us drop unconscious at the most inopportune moments. So, obviously walking to the hospital is a no-go. Driving is an even worse idea.”
“Do you know how to drive a car?”
LM nodded. “Capernaum showed me once.”
“Once?” Robin sarcastically raised his hand. “Well, he’s sure got my vote of confidence. Or not. Wait. Am’rose. What the heck? Were you plannin’ to steal Raven’s car?”
“Steal?” Ambrose scoffed. “Hardly. I was planning to make use of it.”
“Oh, plannin’ to make use of it. Well, that sure don’t count as stealin’.”
“Of course not. Will you drive us to the hospital, LM? Please? It’s a matter of life and death.”
LM gasped as he felt someone gently squeeze his hand. He looked to see who it was. Of course, there was no one there.
Capernaum. My dear friend. Can I trust them?
He wouldn’t have led me here if he didn’t think that they were trustworthy.
LM nodded. “I’ll do what I can to help you.”