Drawn to a Vampire by Kathryn Drake Page B

broadly. 
    Phew. 
    He wrapped me in his arms and I rested my head on his shoulder.  And we just stood right there, like that, as time passed.  I breathed him in, and he smelled so good.  He had the sweet scent of a vampire but also something more, something that was just him, very masculine and sexy.  He felt solid.  A lifeline, and I didn’t want to let go, but …
    “It’s not that long till dawn,” I said.  “Can I … can I show you where I’m staying?  In case … for some reason we can’t go back to the same club….”
    He nodded, smiling at me.  He had a permanent smile etched onto his face.  I did too, but I was also worried about what was to come.  Worried about Adam and how our fight would go down.
    We walked back to the house I was living in in near silence.  It wasn’t awkward exactly, it was charged, and felt exciting.  I was buzzing.  When we got to the back entrance I turned to him and said, “Goodbye.”
    “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and it was full of meaning.  His eyes told me how he felt.
    And I wanted to see him then, but – “I …”
    The smile fell from his face at my hesitation.
    “Tomorrow night I’m going to look for Adam … but will you wait for me?  Don’t go leaving the city, not until you find out if I’ve survived … or not.  I’d like to see you again.”
    “Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing me.  I have faith in you.”  Then his grin returned, and this time it had a cheeky edge.  “I don’t even know your name!”
    “It’s Marilyn.”
    “Peter,” he said, and he held his hand out.
    I shook it, and tingles of pleasure shot up my arm.  I so didn’t want him to go … but I felt I really needed to sort out the Adam mess before I got involved with anyone … and I felt … I hoped … that this guy, Peter, that he was a long term thing.
    “I’ll be seeing you,” he said.
    I watched him leave, then, still buzzing, went to lie down for the day … and that night my dreams were quite different ;-)
     
     

Chapter 10
     
     
     
     
    The following night I returned to the club, but saw someone from one of my college classes, so I left in a hurry.  Instead I skulked the streets nearby, for hours, thinking about everything that was going on.  It occurred to me that it was a long time since I’d thought about Luca.  Huh.  And thinking about him didn’t bring back that sense of longing anymore.  Which was a good job, too, as he was not a good vampire. 
    He killed me. 
    All this was his fault.  Why had I had feelings for him after I turned?  Adam had obviously had feelings for me as a human, but after he turned into a vampire he had left me.  Just goes to show how those feelings weren’t real at all.  I wondered if it would have been the same for me.  Had I seen Luca after I’d turned maybe I would have realised this … but seeing as I didn’t see him maybe I’d idealised his memory?  No longer.  I got it now, and I’d be happy if I never saw him again.
    Adam didn’t show. 
    The next night was the same, so I went in search of more newspapers and discovered the night before there had been killings near another club.  The following night I went there.  I hadn’t seen Peter since that night, and I missed him, but I wasn’t about to search for him, not until I’d tackled the Adam problem. 
    The new club was smaller, only one room, in a basement.  It was dark with low ceilings and a thumping beat.  I spotted Adam the second I walked in, my eyes drawn to his scruffy hair.  He had his back to me, and was kissing a girl’s neck.  She looked as though she was in bliss.
    I didn’t approach him, instead I tried to stay hidden, keeping other people between me and him, but always aware of his location.  Until, and I didn’t have to wait long, he decided to leave, taking the girl with him.  I followed.  He was too wrapped up in his seduction to notice me.
    Outside I trailed him down a dark alley, past an area cordoned