Halfway to the Grave

“Cut the fancy talk,” Bones said sharply. “It doesn’t suit you. That is my chair and she is my date, so back off.”

 

 

“Excuse me.” In a perfect imitation of outrage, I stood up and faced Bones. “I don’t know how you’re used to talking with other girls, but I will not be referred to in the third person as if I’m not even here! You don’t own me, this is our first date. And I wouldn’t have even gone out with you if you hadn’t kept begging me.” I bit back a grin as Bones blanched in indignation at that. “Our date is over. I’ll call a cab. In the meantime, you can get lost.”

 

Hennessey laughed. “You heard the lady. You know the rules. Only willing companions here, and she is clearly not willing. As she said, get lost.”

 

Bones took it with thinly concealed wrath.

 

“Let’s be men about this. Why don’t we go outside and settle this, you and me? Been a long time coming.”

 

Hennessey’s eyes gleamed. “Oh, we’ll settle this, mark my words. Not right now, but soon. You’ve been meddling where you shouldn’t for too long.”

 

What did that mean? I wondered. I’d have to ask later.

 

“Oohhh, I’m shakin’ in me boots,” Bones mocked. “Another time, another place, then. Looking forward to it.”

 

With those last threatening words, he stalked off.

 

Pretending to be shaken, I grabbed for my purse and began to throw money on the table.

 

Hennessey stopped me with a beseeching hand on my arm. “Please, stay and have a drink with me. I feel responsible for what happened, but I must tell you it was for the best. That is a ruthless man.”

 

As if reluctant, I sat back down.

 

“Okay, a drink. Maybe I owe it to you anyways for getting rid of that creep for me. My name is Cat, by the way. Bones forgot to introduce us.” My smile wobbled for effect.

 

He kissed my hand.

 

“A true pleasure, Cat.”

 

Hennessey coaxed me back into ordering alcohol, and so I had another gin and tonic. After three more, I pleaded to be excused to the ladies’ room and left him at the bar. That residual dizziness still clung to me. Everything around me looked slightly altered, almost fuzzy around the edges. Time to switch back to Coke.

 

The bathroom was on the other side of the club, and once exiting it I saw Bones on the imitation balcony. His back was against the glass wall that separated us. I wanted to give him an update while I had the chance, so I quickened my pace and crossed through the people until I came to a door on the opposite side of the balcony he was on.

 

There was a woman in front of him. Her arms hung loosely at her sides and Bones gripped her shoulders. His mouth was on her neck, and the glow of vampire green shone from his eyes. I froze, transfixed, and watched as his throat worked, swallowing occasionally. The girl didn’t struggle. In fact, she was half sagged against him.

 

His eyes suddenly lifted to look straight at me. Helpless to glance away, I stared as he continued to feed. After a few moments, he pulled his mouth from her neck. Surprisingly it was only a little red. He must be a dainty eater. With his gaze still locked to mine, he sliced his thumb on a fang and then held it to her neck. The two holes closed at once, and then vanished.

 

“Off you go,” he instructed her.

 

With a lethargic smile she obeyed, walking right past me without batting an eye.

 

“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s rude to stare at someone when they eat?”

 

The casual tone to his voice shook me from my stupor.

 

“That girl…she’s okay?” She certainly hadn’t looked mortally drained, but then again, I was no expert.

 

“Of course. She’s used to it. That’s what most of them are here for, I told you that. They’re the menu, with legs.”

 

Bones came closer, but I retreated a step. He saw it and frowned.

 

“What’s wrong? Look, the girl’s fine. It’s not like you didn’t know I was a vampire. Did you just think I never fed?”

 

The thought was so repellent to me I’d never dwelled on it one way or the other. Witnessing the scene just now had been the bucket of icy water I needed.

 

“I came to tell you we’re hitting it off. Probably be leaving in about twenty minutes.” Absently, I began to rub my head. It had started to spin again.

 

“Are you feeling all right?”

 

The absurdity of the question made a bark of laughter escape me.

 

“No, I am not all right. Very far from it, actually. Earlier I kissed you, and now I just watched you make a Slurpee out of a girl’s neck. Add to that a headache and it makes me not in the least all right.”

 

He moved closer, and again I backed away. “Don’t touch me.”

 

Muttering a curse, he clenched his hands but stayed put.

 

“Fine. We’ll talk about this later. Go on back, before he starts to get antsy.”

 

“We won’t talk about it later,” I coldly stated while walking back toward the door. “In fact, I never want to speak about it again.”

 

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