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  But, until dawn we were forced to keep a tireless vigil. Our main focus was holding each other tight while we listened to the destruction of the main floor above us, praying somehow we’d survive.

  Chapter 8

  We climbed out of the cellar just after 7:00 a.m. To be safe, we waited more than an hour after sunrise, knowing we would miss some of our classes that Friday morning. But, once we witnessed the destruction to the kitchen and living room in Peter’s townhouse, it became immediately obvious that school would be an afterthought for the rest of the day, as well.

  “My God!” Peter whispered in amazement, after we stepped back into the kitchen.

  The refrigerator lay on its side, and the oven door had been torn off. Huge holes had been torn in the floor where the fiends tried to burrow their way into the cellar from above. Unlike what we’d been told before, a thick steel slab covered the cellar, in addition to the steel-reinforced walls and door.

  I couldn’t think of anything to add to my boyfriend’s simple assessment, at least not until I ventured past the smashed dining room table, and stepped into the living room.

  “I’m surprised no one else heard this shit—surely someone had to hear it!” I marveled, staring at the hole in the wall where a large picture window once was. A birdbath from the front lawn had obliterated the large flat screen TV.

  Peter whistled shrilly through his teeth and then pulled out his wallet and cell phone. He carefully approached the stairs while casting a wary glance toward the second floor landing. I could tell he was getting ready to call his landlord, fishing through the business cards he kept handy in his wallet. He looked over at me with a bewildered expression, as if the actual reality of what he presently witnessed confirmed the previous night’s hostile siege as a horrifically true event, and that it wasn’t some malicious college prank enhanced by alcohol and overactive imaginations.

  I must admit that I snickered a little. He’s such a pragmatist, and almost atheistic in his zeal for the unadulterated truth. Despite the assault on the cellar door that lasted until four o’clock, he acted as if what was happening wasn’t much of a big deal, and that maybe the critters chasing him were buddies of his just trying to freak us out. However, he now had to consider the screeching suckers were actually real.

  I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to venture upstairs—even in the full light of day. He talked to whoever was on the other end of the line while he remained at the foot of the staircase. Meanwhile, my cell phone chirped from an incoming call.

  “Txema?!”

  Tyreen was on the line, sounding both worried and annoyed.

  “Hey,” I said, glancing outside through the hole in the wall. A police car drove by slowly, seemingly oblivious to the gaping wound in the once-handsome townhouse on Laurel Ave. “Sorry I didn’t call last night…we had a situation here.”

  I tried to keep my voice steady, as I didn’t want to make her any more upset.

  “Sorry? Is that all you’ve got to say??” She sounded more irritated than concerned right then. “I’ve been worried sick about you, Txema! Another girl is dead, and four more have gone missing! It’s everywhere on the news, and I’ve literally been freaking out, thinking you were gone, too!!”

  She started weeping, and for a moment I didn’t know how to respond. I already knew about the third girl from the previous night’s news report, but I was hardly prepared for the news that three victims had escalated to seven.

  “I’m really sorry I didn’t let you know sooner that I’m all right, Tyreen,” I told her, stunned by this news. I could fully understand her depth of worry. “I can’t believe this is happening! Four more girls are dead? …Shit!!... Just give us a moment to get things cleaned up around here, and we’ll be heading back to campus, shortly.”

  I hoped to take a shower first. However, Peter had just tiptoed up the staircase and soon announced to me that all of the rooms upstairs, including the main bathroom, were trashed. Showers and anything else hygiene related would have to wait until we returned to the dorm.

  “Get what cleaned up?” Tyreen’s anger faded quickly from her voice, as if she could somehow see the same damage I surveyed. “Are you saying you were attacked last night?”

  “Yes,” I said, after a moment’s hesitation.

  “Are the police there?! If they’re not, you and Peter need to get the hell away from that house! Whoever’s doing this stuff may be hiding somewhere inside Peter’s place—”

  “No, they’re gone,” I sought to assure her, keeping my voice steady despite my abrupt interruption. But then I seriously considered her words. What if she was right? Could our assailants be hiding somewhere upstairs, or beneath the main floor’s rubble?

  Armando’s allusion to Nosferatu suddenly appeared in my head, with the monster’s grotesque long talons casting eerie shadows on Peter’s bedroom wall upstairs, as the morning sun poured in through his window. Would the fiend’s body simply vanish in the bright sunlight, like in the famous original vampire movie? Or, would it be the more dramatic 21st century cinematic version where a vamp slowly smokes before exploding into fiery cinders consuming every physical vestige?

  “‘They’re’ gone?” Tyreen’s tone was one of incredulity much more than scorn. “You’re telling me there’s more than one dude and that you saw him and his accomplices last night?? You had better have told the police all about this…you did, didn’t you?”

  I heard her release a low sigh in disgust when I didn’t respond right away. I didn’t know how much to tell her. After all, she knew nothing about any of my previous nocturnal visitors, starting with Garvan and Armando. That would be off-the-charts craziness already. But, suppose I could get her to consider the reality of two vampires paying me a personal visit to protect my ass. How could I also tell this extremely levelheaded woman that the recent campus murders were perpetrated by a group of other vampires, hideously deformed, and with no apparent disposition for mercy?

  Not to mention what these bastards possess in terms of super-human strength. The advent of dawn may very well be the only reason Peter and I didn’t perish. And, as far as the police were concerned, once my boyfriend called them and advised of the damage delivered to his rented townhouse, a whole new can of worms would be kicked over.

  “Txema, you did call the police…please tell me that you did!”

  “I’m getting ready to do it now—“

  “PLEASE do it right now!!”

  “Okay, okay…. Just chill for a moment. I’ll get it done—I promise!” I assured her. “Are you at the dorm, or someplace else on campus?”

  “Johnny and I are getting ready to eat something, but then we’re coming back to Massey,” she said.

  “Peter and I’ll meet you there.”

  “When?” she persisted, her tone sounding panicked again.

  “Right after the police get here.” I made sure my tone sounded soothing, with a positive lift. It works on guys…I just prayed it worked on my highly intuitive roommate, too. “Once they’re done with a police report, or whatever, I’ll make sure Peter drives us back to campus.”

  “Okay…you promise, right?”

  “Yes, I promise!”

  It was hard not to admire her persistence, thinking it was so much like me. If the Chupacabra vamps held their sadistic fondness for a beautiful African American instead of a girl of Basque descent, I’m sure I’d be just as obsessive for her safety.

  After my conversation with Tyreen ended, Peter called to me from atop the stairs. There was no sign of anyone else, and he had already dialed the police. The dispatcher advised that a patrol car would be on its way in a few minutes.

  He looked numb as he headed downstairs. No doubt, the images of what he saw in the daylight were still being reconciled to the bizarre and terrifying events from the night before.

  “There’s no one here,” he said, his voice subdued. “What in the hell am I supposed to tell the cops?”

  I could almost feel the depth of his bewil
derment, and the torment of trying to merge his previous understanding of the world and natural laws with the incredible destruction left by our inhuman visitors. Peter’s perspective on life had been seriously jacked up.

  “You stick to the facts,” I said. “Tell them that you saw shadows of someone moving upstairs and then we ran down into the cellar. Whoever was here got angry and tore the place up. Just be glad they didn’t decide to burn the building down around us.”

  I added a wry smile to go with this last part, which he seemed oblivious to. He nodded pensively.

  “Yeah, that makes sense,” he said, quietly, once he rejoined me in the living room.

  Neither of us wanted to rehash anything more, and we waited in silence until the police arrived. They didn’t stay long, especially after Peter followed my advice in giving just cursory replies to their questions. Vandalism cases are frequent enough to illicit apathy. After a brief tour of the townhouse and the back porch, the two officers completed their report and left. I helped Peter tack a handful of garbage bags over the front window, and on the way back to Massey Hall, he called his landlord with the police report number for his insurance claim.

  ***

  Talk about lock down.

  The security checks to get back onto campus were much more intense that morning as compared to Thursday. And, unlike the previous day, there were Knoxville cops everywhere. Peter parked his Camaro at the library again, and we walked the rest of the way to my dorm. By then, we had already heard that classes for the rest of the day were canceled. Other than the dorms, only the libraries, bookstore, and cafeterias remained open.

  When Tyreen and Johnny grilled Peter about what happened, and what our assailants looked like, he surprised me by staying evasive about those details while expounding on the actual damage inside the townhouse. Johnny especially got excited about the overturned kitchen appliances and the birdbath impaled inside the sixty-inch plasma TV.

  As for me, Tyreen gave me another scolding that thankfully didn’t last long. But, neither she nor Johnny badgered me with questions about what happened—nothing about what I saw and heard. So, for the time being I got to keep that information to myself.

  We spent the day finishing our class assignments pending for the next week in the library, and then returned to Massey Hall well before dusk. None of us broached the recent string of murders and the four latest disappearances. Nor did we keep tabs on the sudden national focus surrounding these terrible events. Sort of like an unspoken promise to avoid the subject, as if our mutual silence would protect us all from the burgeoning menace. The University and police had arranged for pizzas to be delivered to the entire dorm, and after we had our fill of food and drink, the four of us moved upstairs to our room.

  “I think everyone should stay here tonight,” Tyreen suggested, after she closed the door behind us. “And, it’s not like we’ll be the only ones up here with our men staying with us tonight.”

  “Me and Pete can use the guys’ facilities on the other side in the morning to take a shower,” added Johnny. “Unless ya’ll can’t stand to be alone for fifteen minutes!”

  “Oh, yeah, big boy?” Tyreen retorted, when he preened like a helpless female. “Who’s to say you’ll make it ‘til morning with your stank ass, be-e-e-a-a-t-c-h-h-h!!”

  That got him. Stopped his comic pose and snickering grin before it erupted into one of Johnny’s loud and irritating laughs.

  They’re very much like a married couple, loving and yet so dysfunctional. But, they got things revved up for a night of distracting entertainment. Before long, we were all poking fun at each other while taking turns playing Johnny’s Guitar Hero video game, and after that a few rounds of Taboo. When Peter and I began to nod off around eleven o’clock, Tyreen and Johnny headed downstairs since neither one was ready to retire. Both of us exhausted from so little sleep the night before, I helped Peter climb up into my bed and then I snuggled close to him. Soon after, despite the lights still on and the TV muted in the corner of the room, we drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 9

  “Careful…that’s it, Garvan.”

  I suddenly awoke. My room was immersed in darkness. The lights and television were off. I could hear Peter’s soft snores to my left, and I was moving toward the window…more like floating on my back toward the open window.

  “What in the hell?” I whispered hoarsely, trying to get my bearings on what was happening. To my right, I could see light from the hallway beneath the door, and the shadow from one of my floor mates passing by my room. I couldn’t hear Tyreen or Johnny, snores or otherwise, which told me that neither one had returned yet.

  Am I dreaming?

  “It appears she is waking up….cover her mouth and let’s be on our way!”

  The same voice from a moment earlier, and the Spanish accent was familiar. Very familiar.

  “Armando?”

  “Si,” the owner of the voice whispered in response to me. “I must insist you keep quiet, dearest Txema!”

  It was the same cheerful tone, and irreverent delivery from the other night. Definitely him.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, alarmed and finding it hard to keep my voice low. Preparing to float through a fourth floor window on a chilly night will do that to you.

  “I’m grabbing your coat,” said Armando, “and your slippers, too.”

  Huh?

  “Where in the hell are you taking me?!” I shouted at him, or at least I shouted at the spot where his voice emanated from. I couldn’t see his face—just the outlines of his long fingernails guiding me along, as if I lay upon an invisible raft drifting through the air.

  “Some place safe.” Another voice, this time Garvan’s, and it resounded from my other side. Calm and assuring, I couldn’t see him either, only the now-familiar cinnamon scent slithering into my nostrils. “A place not far from here.”

  “A place where everyone else is waiting anxiously to meet you!” added Armando.

  Incredible panic overwhelmed me, and I tried to look back at Peter, still snoring in my bunk bed. Some protector he turned out to be that night, although I considered he might’ve been ‘tapped’ like Tyreen was two nights earlier.

  “Ah, chérie, do not be alarmed,” Garvan said to me, his sexy voice soothing, despite the fact I felt no less terrified. Especially since I had just tried to move my arms and legs and couldn’t do it. I could barely feel anything from my neck on down to my toes. “In just a minute we will reach our destination.”

  I remember how this announcement confused me. I tried to picture what campus locale was nearby—even considering the ultra-quick movements I’d seen from both vampires previously. If they planned to carry me out the window at our present drift, we might make it to the Alumni Center if we were lucky, and that’s if we allowed a few more minutes to make the trip.

  However, once we cleared the window and hovered some forty feet above the ground below, they both took firm hold of my arms and shoulders. Everything suddenly sped up. Sped way up, I should say. It was as if we had been shot from a cannon into the sky, and we flew so fast that the lights below us became a streaming blur.

  It wasn’t long before the lights below disappeared and the air around us grew even colder. Then, as quickly as Garvan predicted, we reached our destination; dramatically slowing down once we approached a cave deep within the Smoky Mountains. By my estimate, we were five to ten miles east of Knoxville. Tall cedars and eastern pines stood near the cave’s entrance, and a roaring fire glowed from within the cave. Garvan and Armando set me gently upon the ground.

  My legs felt weak, and it took me a minute to catch my breath after such a frightening and exhilarating experience. I was surprised to find myself dressed in my parka, which covered much of my nightgown. I marveled at how the two had put it on me while we flew through the air, and without me being aware of this fact. Just before we landed, Armando placed my slippers on my feet.

  Unlike the other night, both were dressed entirely in black, w
earing leather trench coats that hung below their knees. Their boot heels clicked against loose gravel just outside the cave’s mouth.

  “You are now ready to meet the princess and the rest of her entourage!” Armando proudly announced. “Right this way…please!”

  He motioned for me to walk through the entrance, while Garvan joined him behind me. I could feel them withdraw as I stepped through a narrow passage that opened to a fairly large room. An immense fire burned within a large stone ring near the room’s center, and in front of it stood a tall female flanked by a slightly shorter male on her right, and a petite female on her left.

  “So we finally meet, Txema,” said the taller female. “Come…closer. Let me have a better look at you, my cousin.”

  “Cousin?!”

  How could this pallid woman be any close relation to me? Granted, she stood almost as tall as me with the same build, and her shoulder-length dark brown hair flowed the same way mine did—even with the same slight widow’s peak atop my forehead. But her eyes were greener than mine, like sultry emerald fires. They were similar to Tyreen’s eyes, only brighter and unearthly in their glow.

  She smiled, and the tips of her fangs peered out through her full pouting lips—also the same as mine, and my best assets, according to Peter. Her subtle nod and amused smile let me know that she had just read my thoughts.

  “Yes, it’s sort of like looking in a mirror, eh?” She chuckled warmly, and in the next instant moved from the fire to a mere two feet in front of me. (I wish they wouldn’t do that shit, as it’s extremely unsettling.) A slight lilac scent arrived with her. “You are as radiant as advertised, and you remind me of Bernadette Soubirous, the girl who put the city of Lourdes on the international map long ago.”

  She stepped back with one hand on her hip, studying me, while apparently comparing me to this other name that I remembered hearing my grandmother speak of, when I was younger. The way this woman stood there reminded me of both my grandmother and Aunt Sylvia, Papa’s sister. That’s how they often stood, when ready to make a point about an issue.