a better look at his face. He looked at her with something new glaring at her; they were different eyes now something dark and hungry. Her heartbeat changed then from exalted pounding to the appropriate chaotic desperate rhythm that choked the blood from her limbs at once.
As she listened to the change in her heart, she now understood the feeling in her chest. It had come from a different source altogether, real danger. A momentary slip in judgment and she was about to be killed. What was he? Something she had never seen before … at least not in real life, a creature... yes a creature posing as a man . A ... What was he? A monster? No... A demon? No...What… vampire... no they weren’t real... were they ?
She cursed to herself looking at his mouth, I am going to die. I am going to be eaten by a vampire. Then it struck her , this was not how she wanted to die. This was so wrong! This was crazy! Her feeling of self-preservation had not kicked in, why? Had she just become so accustomed to ignoring the unusual events in her life that when death had asked her to a cup of coffee that she followed him like a lovesick schoolgirl! She even blushed damn it!
It was then that she realized that he had asked her a question, and was waiting for an answer, what had he asked ? She struggled to understand the words that formed from the sounds that he was making but her brain refused to comply. Her chaotic mind was still processing the feeling of certain death that his eyes spoke to her. He shook her and shouted something that sounded very angry, almost emotional. Yet all her thoughts could filter was Ivan’s eyes as her mind screamed into the abyss, Grayton !
The pain of his steely grip brought her back the way that only it can. Her tear-filled eyes turned towards Ivan now quivering lips and the words finally reaching their target, “Who do you work for?” Ivan repeated himself twice now , through clenched teeth , obviously struggling with something internally that was causing him great pain at the moment . While the first screams began as one of the customers saw the creature that Ivan had become in a blink of an eye.
Autumn replied , shaking her head slowly from side to side, “You wouldn’t understand ,” she paused momentarily not looking at him, “Grayton was right.”
He twisted his head as if he were trying to make sense of the words as he whispered, “Grayton did this?” She dreaded to see the look on his face, but she felt a strong need to understand exactly what he meant. To her surprise, his beautiful face was twisted into look of utter betrayal and furry. Iva n repeated to himself, “Grayton, ” his astonishment still apparent.
Autumn replied, “What no....”
He struck without hesitation, ripping her throat out in one clean sweep. It was so fast that she did not even have time to think about it. He was standing over her before her eyes could even close instinctively. The horrified shrieks of those who still remained, were the only sounds signaling the act had been completed, before the remaining bodies fled from the building , leaving her to her fate . Next, she felt the bloo d spraying from her neck, raining onto her face and hands. He had been merciful , Autumn thought, the bite had intended to be as quick and painless as possible. How she knew this, she was unsure now, since the blood loss swept away her memory almost instantly.
She found it difficult to be angry with him for his part , his pain had been overwhelming. It was then that she realized that that was all she could feel, his pain. His pain had become her pain and they where one at that moment. From now until eternity, she no longer felt alone in this world, complete. It was not at all, what she had expected from death.
The blood felt good on her skin like a warm shower, no pain at all now . She did not dare open her eyes again; she wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible. That and the feeling he was still standing there
M. R. James, Darryl Jones