calm in asking that question. He couldn't possibly want this life she had. She shook her head. "No…you would have to drink a substantial amount of my blood to become like me." He smiled, but she didn't miss the look of disappointment in his eyes. It was impossible, unheard of to want this kind of life, and she was only fooling herself in thinking that he did. Her eyes were playing tricks on her. He couldn't be disappointed that he wasn't turning into a vampire.
She went very still when she heard a noise outside the house. A car had pulled in the driveway.
"What is it?" Mitch was still smiling when she looked up at him, but it was a nervous smile.
She heard a car door shut quietly. She was out of his arms and out of the shower before he even lost his smile.
When he pulled the shower curtain back, she wasn't in the bathroom any longer. Had she heard something? He shut the water off, then grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. She was back in the bathroom and breathing heavy as she threw on her clothes. Noticing the panicked state she was in, he hurriedly put his on as well. She'd heard something, and from the speed she was dressing, she had seen something as well. Well, that was one way to get rid of a hard-on, he thought as he slipped his shoes on.
She put her finger to her mouth to let him know that he needed to be quiet, then turned out the bathroom light and took his hand. "Wait…" he whispered. He picked up his slacks and rummaged through the pockets until he had retrieved his cell phone, wallet, and the keys to his mother's Tahoe. The house was completely dark now. She led him out into the hall. He picked up the duffle bag that contained their clothes, and followed her to the kitchen window.
There was a patrol car in the driveway, but no one was in it. The door bell rang and Mitch went very still beside her, then realized that she'd made them both invisible again. Even the duffle bag he was holding was invisible. He didn't have time to think how cool that was, because she was pulling him in the direction of the garage.
She opened the door, then asked for the keys in a whisper. He held them out and felt her hand close over his to take them away. The door to his Tahoe opened, and he crawled through to the other side without being asked. His heart was beating ninety to nothing. He hadn't bothered to open the garage door; it would take too long for it to rise, and that would alert the police officer. It was a good thing that he had parked behind the garage door that the stolen car was pulled in. If they had to bust out of here, hitting a police car would slow them down a lot.
Ciera didn't start the engine right away. She waited and listened to the movements of the police officer. She heard him ring the bell again then talk on his radio. "215 to dispatch."
"Go ahead 215." A woman's voice said over the radio.
"I'm at 1135 Cross Avenue, and there's no sign of Foley. There aren't any lights on, and the door is locked. He may have already come and gone, but I think we need to go ahead with the warrant. He may be coming back, so we need to get an unmarked to sit close."
"10-4, 215. The unmarked is in route. E.T.A, ten minutes. I just received a call of shots fired at 1490 Maple. They need back up."
"10-4, I'm in route," the officer said, and Ciera heard him step off the porch. She listened closely as his car door shut and the engine came to life. She let out her breath, then let go of Mitch's hand.
"He's leaving, but there is an unmarked on its way. We have about eight minutes to get out of here. Did you leave any evidence that you had been in the house? They're getting a search warrant. They can't know that you're in Arkansas."
He thought for a minute. He had turned the lights off in the basement and grabbed his dirty clothes from the bathroom. "Did you turn out the lights in my mother's room and bathroom?"
She nodded. They had become visible again when she'd released his hand. She looked up at him in horror.
She went very still when she heard a noise outside the house. A car had pulled in the driveway.
"What is it?" Mitch was still smiling when she looked up at him, but it was a nervous smile.
She heard a car door shut quietly. She was out of his arms and out of the shower before he even lost his smile.
When he pulled the shower curtain back, she wasn't in the bathroom any longer. Had she heard something? He shut the water off, then grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. She was back in the bathroom and breathing heavy as she threw on her clothes. Noticing the panicked state she was in, he hurriedly put his on as well. She'd heard something, and from the speed she was dressing, she had seen something as well. Well, that was one way to get rid of a hard-on, he thought as he slipped his shoes on.
She put her finger to her mouth to let him know that he needed to be quiet, then turned out the bathroom light and took his hand. "Wait…" he whispered. He picked up his slacks and rummaged through the pockets until he had retrieved his cell phone, wallet, and the keys to his mother's Tahoe. The house was completely dark now. She led him out into the hall. He picked up the duffle bag that contained their clothes, and followed her to the kitchen window.
There was a patrol car in the driveway, but no one was in it. The door bell rang and Mitch went very still beside her, then realized that she'd made them both invisible again. Even the duffle bag he was holding was invisible. He didn't have time to think how cool that was, because she was pulling him in the direction of the garage.
She opened the door, then asked for the keys in a whisper. He held them out and felt her hand close over his to take them away. The door to his Tahoe opened, and he crawled through to the other side without being asked. His heart was beating ninety to nothing. He hadn't bothered to open the garage door; it would take too long for it to rise, and that would alert the police officer. It was a good thing that he had parked behind the garage door that the stolen car was pulled in. If they had to bust out of here, hitting a police car would slow them down a lot.
Ciera didn't start the engine right away. She waited and listened to the movements of the police officer. She heard him ring the bell again then talk on his radio. "215 to dispatch."
"Go ahead 215." A woman's voice said over the radio.
"I'm at 1135 Cross Avenue, and there's no sign of Foley. There aren't any lights on, and the door is locked. He may have already come and gone, but I think we need to go ahead with the warrant. He may be coming back, so we need to get an unmarked to sit close."
"10-4, 215. The unmarked is in route. E.T.A, ten minutes. I just received a call of shots fired at 1490 Maple. They need back up."
"10-4, I'm in route," the officer said, and Ciera heard him step off the porch. She listened closely as his car door shut and the engine came to life. She let out her breath, then let go of Mitch's hand.
"He's leaving, but there is an unmarked on its way. We have about eight minutes to get out of here. Did you leave any evidence that you had been in the house? They're getting a search warrant. They can't know that you're in Arkansas."
He thought for a minute. He had turned the lights off in the basement and grabbed his dirty clothes from the bathroom. "Did you turn out the lights in my mother's room and bathroom?"
She nodded. They had become visible again when she'd released his hand. She looked up at him in horror.
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