Blood Therapy (Kismet Knight, Ph.D., Vampire Psychologist) by Hilburn Lynda

Author:Hilburn, Lynda [Hilburn, Lynda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silveroak
Published: 2012-10-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Incredibly cold.

That was my first realization as I woke outside, sprawled on my back in the snow on the frozen ground, half under a bush.

My body was shaking so hard my heels were clicking against the ice.

The last thing I remembered was being in the disco and imagining seeing Lucifer again. No, wait—that wasn’t a hallucination. It was real. I touched him. I had disgusting decomposing death-cooties on my hands. He must have taken me somewhere. What happened to Michael? Did the monster kill him? And all the people in the club? Was Devereux really there?

I scooted out from underneath the bush and sat up. I definitely wasn’t in the club anymore. The movement caused my headache to explode and my stomach to heave. Grabbing my hair, I leaned to the side just in time to throw up on the ground next to me.

After everything that was going to come up did so, I dragged myself a few inches away, then pulled my hair back into a ponytail and shoved it inside the collar of my blouse. I wanted to be ready in case my stomach went for an encore.

As I sat, trembling and trying to catch my breath, an old homeless man dressed in a ragged coat, duct-taped plastic boots, and one tattered glove wandered over and stared down at me. We looked at each other for a few seconds, then he held out a filthy rag.

He’d probably seen me vomit and wanted to offer his … handkerchief … for me to wipe my mouth. I really didn’t want to touch the dirty fabric, but even in my discombobulated state I couldn’t bring myself to be rude.

“Thank you,” I said, reaching up for the rag.

My hand went right though it.

I let my arm drop and looked at the phantom. He continued to shake the rag in my face, a sad expression on his. Apparently he really was trying to help.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. But if you really want to help me, tell me where I am or how to get back to the Briarwood Hotel.”

He nodded vigorously and shook the rag to my right, also pointing with his other hand.

“The hotel is that way?” I said, looking in the direction he’d indicated, shivering so badly I could barely speak.

He jerked his head and pointed again.

I climbed to my feet, managed to remain vertical, and started stumbling in that direction. I turned around to thank him again and he was gone.

At least throwing up and freezing had taken the edge off my intoxication, and I soon realized I was in a park. The logical assumption would be that I was in Central Park, but there was no limit to how far in time or space Lucifer might have transported me. I wondered how long I’d been lying on the ground, and how quickly someone could die from hypothermia. Why had he taken me, then abandoned me? The last time he kidnapped me, he’d held me captive in an ancient crypt filled with dead bodies.

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