J R Rain - 05 Vampire Dawn by J R Rain

Author:J R Rain
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-08-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-nine

I had just set aside my cell phone when there came a loud knock at my front door. Loud and obnoxious.

And since my inner alarm was not ringing, I relaxed a little as I moved through the hallway. Still, if there was a vampire hunter on the other side of that door, he was in for one hellacious fight.

It wasn’t.

As I glanced through the peep hole, I saw a wildly warped and misshapen, yet familiarly handsome, face.

Fang.

His face, if possible, appeared even more misshapen due to what he was holding in his right hand: a bottle of hooch. I opened the door and he veritably spilled into my living room.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you or anything, Moon Dance,” he said, catching himself on the center post that divided the foyer from the living room. His speech was nearly incoherent.

“You’re drunk, Fang.”

“Oh, am I? I thought I was just shit-faced.”

I shut the door and double locked it behind me. As I did so, Fang began whistling for a dog. “Here, wolfie. Here, boy.”

“Kingsley’s not here,” I said, irritated.

“Oh, that’s a shame...I had brought him some bones from work. Ribs, I think.” He briefly held up a greasy bag, which he shoved back into his coat pocket.

“You’re being a jerk, Fang.”

He stood before me, swaying slightly. “You’ll have to forgive me, Moon Dance. I’ve kind of been dealing with a broken heart.”

Fang wasn’t looking too well. His hair looked dirty. His clothing was wrinkled. His hygiene was questionable. He also looked like he’d lost about ten pounds since I’d last seen him.

He held up his bottle of booze. Vodka. A big bottle, too, and it was nearly empty. “Would you like a drink, Moon Dance?”

“What are you doing here, Fang?”

“Oh, that’s right. Vampires can’t drink the hard stuff. Only the red stuff.” He laughed a little too hard at his own joke, then pushed away from the center post and stumbled into the adjoining living room. Like I said, I live in a small house. With two or three steps, a person could go from the foyer, to the dining room, to the living room.

“You mind if I sit, Moon Dance? I’m not feeling too well.”

As he stumbled across the floor, I ran to his side and helped him down onto my beautiful new couch. Once there, I positioned him so that his boots hung off the edge. I also relieved him of the vodka bottle.

As I positioned a pillow under him, he watched me with big, wet eyes. They were beautiful eyes. Knowing eyes. Drunk eyes. “Ah, Moon Dance. It almost feels as if you care about me.”

“Of course I care about you, Fang.”

I went into the kitchen, poured the booze down the drain, and deposited the bottle in my recycle bag. When I came back, Fang was trying to remove his boots. I knew that the drunk bastard would have to sleep it off here. Sighing, I helped him with his boots. Once again, he watched me. This time with a big, stupid, drunk grin.

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