Naked Came the Vampire (Hypernaturals 1)

Hotel... Someplace

It was dark. The moon in the sky, and everything clearly visible. It's amazing how much light the moon actually puts out. Reflects, if you want to be technical.

What woke me was Jessica opening my door. She reached in and picked me up again, then carried me gently but easily into an open door nearby. I felt like I might have tried to walk, but I was content to get the ride. She smelled great. He hair gently swayed against my face as she walked. I inhaled deeply of her. She still smelled like her. Penetrating all the pain, my body started up the same tingle as at the Hollow, when I first saw her. The two neurons that managed to not be concussed looked at each other with a shrug.

We were at one of those little bitty 8 or 10 room family operated motels. From the lack of city lights, probably out in the middle of nowhere. The parking lot was dotted with trucks of various sorts. Looked a lot of working folks stopped here for the night. Welding rigs and trucks with other sorts of industrial looking gear bolted into the beds. Nothing less than a 3/4 ton truck in sight other than Jessica's car, which I saw now is a fairly recent model of Honda Pilot.

Jessica laid me gently out on the scratchy bed cover and studied me closely. I looked back as innocently as I could. The pain was everywhere but nothing like the sharp pain as when the meat hooks were jammed through my heels. I looked down at my ankles and saw lots of scabby wounds, dried blood, and hotel room showed through the holes between the tendon and the ankle. I am lucky those tendons had not been severed. Thank goodness for small favors.

"Let's get you cleaned up" she decided, after some critical study. I could not tell if she was buying my innocent look or not.

She went into the little bathroom and started a bath running. I looked at my watch: nearly 1 AM. We had to have been driving for hours and hours. Nine or ten hours at the least. If we kept going due west, we could be as far as... El Paso or New Mexico. If she turned and went North we could be in Oklahoma or maybe even Kansas someplace.

I heard her start some water in the sink, and saw her take off her blouse and douse it in there, after treating it with something out of a small bottle. Probably getting my blood out of it. It would take a bigger bottle for her car seat. I felt a little guilty.

She came back in, assessed my state of blood coverage, then took off her bra as well. I thought that very wise.

"Till we can get to a store, I need to try and keep looking at least a little presentable." She explained. Not sure why. Not like I am going to protest. Just because I was beaten nearly to death, I am not dead. I am very happy about her need to keep her bra clean. I must have smiled because she grinned and said. "Nothing you haven't seen before. Seen. Touched. Sucked. Whatever. You know what I mean."

There was a tiny hint of what sounded like shyness in her voice, which is odd. I had explored her entire self in great detail with all my applicable senses. Her list was just the start. Still: it has been a while, so some things have changed. Crazy Cop guy for one.

I am painfully, serenely happy. I am with Jessica.

She started to undress me and then decided that the dried blood gluing things to me is going to be a problem. She took off my leather belt, which adhered for a moment, but then freed up. She emptied my pockets of keys, wallet, etc. I realized my cell phone was not in there like it should be. I had nothing else. My clothes, backpack, camera, tablet and laptop computers, car... everything is back at the marina. Or wherever the cop took them. She picked me up ever so gently, and carried me to the tub, and lowered me with ease. I marveled at her strength. She added some shampoo to the water: There were suds, and the water and the bubbles instantly began turning pink. I am a blood tea bag.

As the dried blood rehydrated, she started peeling my clothes off me very, very carefully. The warm water helped loosen me up, and I helped where I could, although the pains in my side told me I probably have cracked or broken ribs. I let her do most of the work.