Demon Blood (Vampire in the City Book 5) by Donna Ansari

Author:Donna Ansari [Ansari, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

By the time I ran out of breath and had to stop running, I realized my cell phone was ringing. I stopped, practically gasping for air, and pulled it out of my purse. When I saw that it was Tammy, I decided to ignore it.

Then I stood there, phone in hand, and full of indecision. After a few minutes, when it signaled that Tammy had left me a voicemail, I called Alex. There was no answer, of course, as the sun wouldn’t set for another few hours. But nevertheless, I couldn’t help imagining him taking out his phone and deciding to ignore me, just like I had done to Tammy. His away message was just the default one that was pre-programmed on the phone, and I hung up right after the beep.

Trying not to think about the person who I had a somewhat satisfying relationship with until I had turned human proved harder than I thought, and before long I found myself on Queens Boulevard, a large street where all the major subway lines in the borough ran. As I walked down into the subway, I tried telling myself that I was just going into the city to walk around and maybe do some shopping.

For a while, that’s exactly what I did. Even though I had bought a lot of new stuff the past winter as a vampire, I now tried on a bunch of clothes in different stores, making my way downtown. When I passed a salon that was still open, I walked in and got a trim of my long, black hair. The undead may not get split ends, but I noticed I had a few. Then I proceeded to a waxing place, where I got my brows done, and a nail place, where I got a manicure and pedicure.

At some point during my self-pampering session, the sun had set. But I was enjoying myself so much that it was still a surprise when the woman who had done my polish changed the “Open” sign to “Closed.” A glance at the clock on the wall revealed it was almost 9 pm. Abruptly, I pulled my hands out from under the polish dryer.

“Late for a date?” The woman smiled at me.

I shook my head and quickly walked to the door.

“Be careful!” she yelled at me as I left. I knew she was talking about my nails not being quite dry yet, but in light of what happened later that night, her warning might have taken on a completely different meaning.

In any case, I walked out of the salon, again heading south. It occurred to me that I was hungry, since breakfast had been a hundred years ago, but my stomach feel queasy, so I just bought a soft pretzel from a street vendor and sat down on a park bench, eating it slowly.

Eventually, it dawned on me that I was in Washington Square Park, future site of the Beltane festival, and only a few blocks away from The Bank.

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