Duke Lacrosse Private Eyes, St’'s Blood part 12.
"Well knowing her the way I do, I would have to say, that there ain't a man on the earth that wouldn't do anything for her." I said with a smile.
His brow knitted as if thinking hard on this.. he said "even kill?"
To be continued..
He laughed a little at this and drove away..
It was still daylight, and the sun was really starting to make my eyes ache.. I had to wonder what really was happening to me.. and now being free, at least temporarily, I knew I would see her again. And that this time I would keep my wits about me, and ask some hard questions. or so I thought.
I flagged a taxi, and told the cabbie to take me to my office. I had no real desire to go where the two gilrs I was accused of killing had been.
I keep a sofa in my office, not for clients to sit on, but for late nights, when I can’t get back home, or for when a “client” decided to pay in “trade” .. today it was going to be for sleep. The building my office is in is an old one, with nice creeky wooden floors throughout. The hard woods make a hell of a banging when someone just walkes on them, but een if somone is trying their best to sneak down a hallway, the creek will always give them away. Today as tired as I was feelign I doubted that the booming or creekign would disturb me very much.
Upon first entering the room, I was surprised that the office had not been rifled though as I had thought for sure the coppers would have done looking for evidence.. then I noticed that the light on Wednesday’s desk was on. On her desk was an envelope. On the outside it simple said “Duke” it was Wednesday’s handwriting, I took it into the back office and sat at my desk. The blonds were drawn and I did not bother turning on any light, my eyes, were just now starting to stop their incessant burning, I opened the letter.
It read:
“ "Dear Duke,
I will not be back.
We have had some good times, and more than our share of laughs. But a gal needs something more solid than a fun playmate, a girl needs a man who will always be there for her, and who will be faithful. I have found such a man. Do you remember Edgar from that time we were in Singapore? He called me the night I left the office mad at you. We had tea, and he told me he had not been able to stop thinking about me since we had our “encounter”. He said that he knew he could be the man of my dreams, and that he would never let me out of his sight long enough for a prank like that to be pulled on him. He has quit the porn business, and has a little shop where he sells Oriental rugs and furnishings. We are very happy together. I hope you can be happy for me too.
Love,
Wednesday.
PS. The cops messed your office up pretty badly, so I put everything back where it was
.”
Now I know I should have been shaken up at loosing Wednesday, but actually I was kinda happy for the kid. And she did do a hell of a job puttting the office back into shape.
I poured a scotch from the bottle I keep in my desk and thought about my luck.
You see Wednesday and I were playmates, hell we were fuck buddies for years, and I had always kept her just that. I never thought twice about being in love, really.. so I guess I never knew what I was missing. My client the Countess had changed all of that, I was falling, and falling hard, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it. I had dreaded the day that Wednesday came back to the office. We may not have been perfect, but we were friends, and I did not want to break my friend’s heart. Now I find out that she was thinking she was going to break mine.. ain’t that rich!?!
Hell, I would send her a postcard sometime and tell her I wished her well. She was a good kid, and a hell of a receptionist.
I finished my scotch, took my tie off and laid back on the couch. For a while, thoughts of the Countess danced though my mind, the way she looked, the way she smelled and the way she felt.. I thought back on my dreams, and the bite that ended them.. and I wondered, was everything I was told as a kid, to scare me and make want to be a good boy true? Were the storied of vampires real? It seemed that they were, and I have just became a part of one of those stories. “So many questions I had.. so many” and then sleep came.
My sleep was without dreams.. it was the “sleep of the dead” I thought later, then dismissed as being silly and dramatic. But it was a very good sleep none the less.
I awoke with a start, eyes opening slowly into the dark room, only slightly lit by the lamp that sat atop what had been Wednesday’s desk, on the other side of the frosted glass door.
There was a figure standing not three feet away from me, in the blurr that is first sight after a long sleep, it looked like a great wooly white monster! I reached instinctively to where my holster should have been, but was not..
“"Duke it’s me".” Came the soothing voice of the Countess.
“"Oh hey doll"”.. I sad a big blurry minded and mouthed. Why didn’'t I hear the office door open, or the creaky floorboards. It was night by the darkens and it must have been late, because the building was dead silent.. “"I must have been sleeping really hard."
I said.”.
“"Yes, and you looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb you.”" She said in a near whisper.
She was wearing that with fur that I had seen her in the night before, as she moved closer I saw that there may just have been nothing under it.. she came and sat beside me. Her hand went to my leg, and her touch excited me.
“"Are you okay?"” .She said.
“"Yea, but I have a few questions…" I replied running my hands thought my hair trying to look my best.
I noticed that even with nearly no light my vision was as clear as if it were day.
“"You may ask anything you want of me, and I will answer any thing that I can.”" She said this as her hand moved gently up and down my thigh. My hand went to hers, and I held her hand for a long minute, trying to put my thoughts together.
"“What have you done to me?"” was my first question.
“"I have saved your life, and shared a secret with you, that I do not share with anyone outside of my family.”" On the word “family” she gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
“"Okay.. let me try to be blunt..”"I stammered, her eyes were so hypnotizing, I just wanted to take her into my arms and make love to her.. but I had to know.. so I continued…” "am I , a.. a.. vampire now?”"
She laughed a sweet little laugh, and said.. “"No my love.. it does not work that way, at least not for us.”"
She put an emphasis on "“us"” that I found disconcerting.
“"What do you mean by “us”?"” I asked, truly curious by this response.
“"There are different families or even species, of Vampyre for my family there is only one way to be “turned” for other families there are other ways. Many I am sure, include what you know from your childhood, bogeyman stories.”" was she reading my mind again?
"“But when I tasted your blood.. it , it healed me!”" once I had said this I realized that I wanted to be a part of whatever she was part of, regardless of the consequences.
“"yes, yes my blood gave you strength, as yours had given to me, on those three nights I took it." and” as she said this her eyes seemed to focus on the memory of those nights, and her tongue licked slowly across her upper lip.. oh god how I wanted to kiss her.. and here it was that she read my mind again.. she leaned in and I took her into my arms.. and we kissed.
After a long, long kiss, I pulled back… and said “"why did you save me?”" I was hoping to hear, “"because I love you"” and expecting to hear “"because your job is not done yet”" my answer came in the form of another kiss.. only this time as she kissed me she pulled at the buttons of my shirt.. I pulled at her coat’s buttons in response, and after a short time, my clothes and her coat lay on the floor in a heap..
To be continued..
