Last of all came the thunder. Violent. Scalding. Alive.
I don’t know. I didn’t… I shook my head. I thought you’d try to stop me if you knew.That’s exactly why you should’ve told me. He sighed and leaned back. I never should’ve told you anything. You’re clearly not mature enough to handle any of this.
That’s not fair! I shouted. How was I supposed to know they’d track me down like that? Who the hell are they, anyway? And what did they mean when they asked if I was part of the ‘movement?’They’re vampire hunters. They keep order, by any means necessary. Ezra rubbed his hands together and looked down at the floor. It’s my fault they’re here.What? Did you call them? I asked.
No, I talked to the Commissioner after you asked me about the branding, Ezra sighed. I told him I thought it might be a vampire. So he called in the hunters. They usually work for humans, dispatching of a problem people can’t.So the police hired them? I furrowed my brow. But… I thought they weren’t getting paid.
I’m sure they are getting paid to catch the serial killer, but I think they’re freelancing, too. Ezra glanced up at Jack, who had yet to say anything, and he leaned forward. There is a movement among vampires to stop hiding. It’s not a large movement. Most of us are content to live the way we do because it is much simpler. If people knew we existed, they’d hunt us, and even if they didn’t kill us, it would be irritating.
You mean like on True Blood? I asked. Where vampires ‘come out of the coffin’ and we all live as equals? Or try to, anyway?I hang up with Nick and look up flights to Oregon. There’s one leaving in three hours. There are no direct flights. I’ll have to fly from Vegas to Portland. Then, from Portland to Klamath Falls. It’ll take five hours to get there. There’s no private jet to get me there in two hours now. And the ticket is nearly four hundred dollars. But it’s worth it. Even if I just get to see him one last time.
Using my credit card, I book the ticket.I quickly pack my things into my case, and then I call down to the front desk and ask them to call me a cab, for it to pick me up outside the parking garage. I don’t want to risk running into any press outside the hotel.
Before I leave my hotel room, I fire off a quick text to Ava, telling her that I’m leaving and that I’m sorry and I’ll call her soon. I’m too chickenshit to call her right now.I drop my phone in my bag and let myself out of the room.