Vampire - Blood Red Part 17

"I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry. I even watched my drinking tonight," Deanna said apologetically.

Heidi came wandering out then, half asleep, confused. "Hey, what's going on out here?"

"It's all right," Deanna said, seeming like her usual self again, dismissing her disturbing behavior as if it were pure silliness. "You can dress me up, but you just can't take me anywhere," she said lightly. "I've had dreams my whole life, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but I never woke up the whole neighborhood before. I am so sorry."

"No problem. Good we're all nearby, huh?" Janice said cheerfully, then murmured, "That's strange. Where's tall, dark and to die for from cottage six? You'd think he'd be out here. He's such a..."

"Lean, mean, fighting machine?" Helen teased.

"I think he's a cop or something," Janice said.

"He's a writer and musician," Lauren corrected.

"So he says. I think he's a cop. FBI, maybe."

I think he's crazy , Lauren longed to say.

Then again, this whole night was crazy. Though the courtyard felt entirely normal now, she had to admit-no strange eyes watching them, no living shadows-it was damp, late and dark. And Deanna was ashen and still shivering.

"Mark..." Deanna murmured. She laughed. "I think he went off to fight the monster from my dream."

So much for Deanna being angry with him for attacking Jonas, Lauren thought."Well, as long as everyone is all right..." Janice said, and yawned.

"Fine. And I'm really sorry. Hope you all get back to sleep okay," Deanna said.

"Not a problem," Helen a.s.sured them.

"So cn we go back to bed, too?" Heidi asked. "We'll block the door, Deanna, so you won't be able to get back out."

Deanna stared at Lauren. That's what you did last night, her eyes said. Why didn't you do it again tonight?

Lauren couldn't answer the silent question. She could hardly say, Because I was listening to a madman talk about vampires.

They went inside, and Lauren made a point of locking the door, then dragging a chair over and wedging it under the k.n.o.b.

Heidi and Deanna watched from the hallway.

"Look good?" Lauren asked, determinedly cheerful.

"Look's good to me," Heidi said.

"Thanks," Deanna told her.

Then they turned and went into the bedroom.

Lauren curled up on the sofa bed, found the remote, turned on the television and flicked around until she found an old repeat of "Three's Company."

She hugged her knees to her chest protectively as she watched.

They had to leave.

That was it. They had to go home.

Heidi would be upset at cutting her bachelorette weekend short, but Lauren would make it up to her somehow. It was just insane to stay in a place where their neighbor was convinced he was a vampire hunter, Deanna kept sleepwalking and she herself thought she'd seen the darkness come alive.

And where a headless body had been discovered floating in the river...

Lauren stayed awake for at least an hour, staring at the screen, trying to concentrate on the TV, but she didn't see a thing.

She couldn't turn off her mind.

She kept remembering how Mark had gone chasing after that shadow and thrown some kind of liquid at it .

And back at the bar Big Jim had thrown beer at the fighters in the alleyway.

Vampires. Mark had insisted there were vampires.

Oh, please.

Mark Davidson was crazy. Gorgeous, but crazy.

She wondered if craziness was contagious, because even Janice had been convinced that she was being watched.She tried, but she just couldn't make sense of any of it.

Somehow, somewhere along the line, she fell asleep. And she didn't wake up until, for the second time in a matter of hours, the sound of a bloodcurdling scream filled the air.

Second Day-Second Corpse Sean groaned as he stared at the headline. He had known it would be there, and he was afraid it would give rise to a general panic throughout the city.

Bobby entered the office. "You okay, Lieutenant?"

"Oh, yeah. Right as rain."

Bobby was silent for a minute. "We've got every cop on the force-and all up and down the Mississippi-on alert."

Sean stared at Bobby. "Yeah. Like that's going to stop this guy."

Bobby flushed. "Well, what should we do? Should I track down the guy that woman was talking about last night? Mark Davidson?"

Sean sat back. "We need to find him. But I don't want him arrested and brought here. I'll deal with him, all right? If I need help, I'll let you know."

"Yes, sir." Bobby hesitated. "I've warned people, but I don't know how much good that will do." He walked to the door and looked back over his shoulder as he spoke.

"Good." Sean rose. "I'm going to hit the streets, ask some questions. I want you to call the hospitals. You know what we're looking for. Also, get someone to check out the missing persons bulletins. And I need to know about any reports of people acting crazy."

Bobby stared at him.

"What?" Sean said sharply.

Bobby shrugged. "Hey, this is New Orleans. People here pride themselves on acting crazy."

"Bobby, check the reports."

"I can't wake her up!" Heidi said, wide-eyed with alarm as she stared at Lauren over Deanna's p.r.o.ne body. "Look at her! She's not just pale, she's gray. She's really sick, Lauren. And she won't open her eyes."

Lauren strode straight to the phone and dialed 911. Then she sat down next to Deanna and tried to find a pulse.

Nothing at her wrists!

Then, at her throat, at last...

"She's alive," she breathed in relief.

Almost as she spoke, she heard the sound of a siren.

The next few minutes were a blur, as EMTs came rushing in, and she and Heidi tried to answer all their questions. The techs worked over Deanna, one of them in constant contact with an ER doctor through the entire process..

Lauren and Heidi scrambled into the bathroom quickly, one after the other, to get dressed, and Lauren found Deanna's purse, then made sure her ID and insurance information were there. The EMTs said one of them could ride with Deanna; the other would have to find her own way to the hospital.

With Deanna strapped to the gurney, they were just heading out when Helen and Janice came into the courtyard, already dressed for the day, to see what was going on. They had a car and were quick to offer a ride, along with their concern.

Lauren sent Heidi with Deanna and let the other women drive her over, thanking them profusely. At the hospital, as she exited the car, she paused.

"Please, you two be careful, okay?"

"Of course. Trust me, we're plenty street-wise," Helen a.s.sured her.

But Janice frowned. Something wasn't quite right, and Lauren could tell that she felt it.

Just like she did herself.

"Keep us posted," Helen told her, and Lauren promised that she would.

Lauren walked into the emergency room to find Heidi sitting in the waiting room.

"They're working on Deanna right now," Heidi said.

"Any word?" Lauren asked.

"They're transfusing her. She's dangerously anemic, that's what I've been told so far. This is so scary, Lauren. Maybe this is why she's been sleepwalking." Heidi shivered. "She would have died if we hadn't gotten her here when we did."

Lauren saw the sheer exhaustion and terror on Heidi's face and gave her a fierce hug. "She didn't die. She's here."

"It's my fault. I just know it is," Heidi said, and Lauren could tell that she meant what she said, but she was also perplexed as to just how it was her fault.

Lauren couldn't let her carry the guilt.

"If she's sick, there's no way it's your fault. And think about it. If you hadn't been with her and noticed that she'd pa.s.sed out, she really might have died. We were there to get her straight to the hospital," Lauren said.

Heidi nodded, but she still didn't look entirely convinced.

"It's all right," Lauren promised.

And it was. Or at least it would be, because as soon as Deanna was strong enough to travel, Lauren was going to get her the h.e.l.l out of here.

She just hoped they weren't followed.

She chided herself for the thought and told herself not to be ridiculous. It was all Mark Davidson's fault for trying to convince her that they were being stalked by something evil.

By vampires.Bull!

"Hey...there's that guy," Heidi said.

"What guy?"

"The one who came in to watch the band last night. Didn't you say he's a cop?"

Lauren swung around. It was the cop. Sean Canady. He was at the triage station, asking questions.

As she stared at him, he turned, his eyes fosusing straight on her.

He came toward her. "Miss Crow?"

"Yes, h.e.l.lo, Lieutenant. This is my friend, Heidi Weiss."

He nodded gravely to Lauren. "I hear your other friend is very ill."

"Yes."

He smiled gently at Heidi. "I'm sure they'll let you sit with her for a bit, if you ask." His voice didn't sound quite so gentle when he spoke to Lauren again. "I'd like to ask you a few questions, Miss Crow."

Was he suspicious of her?

Heidi frowned, but said, "Okay. I'll go in with Deanna."

The lieutenant took Heidi's seat once she had left.

"You followed us home last night. I can't imagine what else you might have to ask me," Lauren said.

He smiled and shrugged. "Sorry. I thought you'd appreciate the escort."

Lauren looked away to collect her thoughts. A man sitting across from them had a b.l.o.o.d.y bandage around his jaw. He stared at Lauren, unnerving her. Nurses were hovering over a little girl who had gotten her finger slammed in a car door. People here were sick, hurt, but the ER itself was busy and bright.

It made her memories of last night and the living shadows seem unreal.

"I want you to tell me more about the man who was involved in that bar fight," Canady said to her.

She turned and looked at him again.