“I’m so goth I shit bats… cute.”
Andras smirked hearing this and asked,
“Any bats in there, sweetheart?”
“Damn… okay, fine, so I didn’t call the cops, but I have got a weapon in here and will stab whoever tries to break through the door!” she threatened, making Andras grin as if the son of a bitch was fucking proud or something.
“I will take my chances,” he said, before twisting the door handle and simply breaking the lock, making her squeal in fright. After this we couldn’t see what happened next as all we heard was a scuffle and what sounded like soothing words beingwhispered to her. Words we could attest to Andras never using before.
Although the effect was just the same, as before we knew it, he had her unconscious form in his hold as he carried her toward the other two doors beyond the bathroom. The first must have belonged to Vanessa, as the second was opened to reveal black walls and a very gothic bed. Andras laid her down on it as my brother and I made our way to our girl’s private space.
One that made us both grit our teeth as the first thing we saw was the duffle bag sitting on the unmade bed. The next was the closet that had clearly recently been ransacked. The open door allowing us to see the few bulky items left hanging there as well as a few pairs of used shoes on the floor.
As for the rest of her room, there wasn’t much to speak of. A pin board that looked as if the few pictures that had once been there were now torn off. A purple bedspread lay rumbled up at the bottom of the bed, with a purple lamp to match sitting on a bedside table. This as well as a pair of curtains in the same material that were still drawn closed.
In fact, it was so void of Vanessa’s personality, it made me question how long she had actually lived here? Or was it just that her bastard ex had robbed her to the point that it left her with nothing. A girl drowning in so much debt that she didn’t have the money to waste on what she would no doubt class as unnecessary things.
One look to my brother and the way his hands were fisted at his sides, and I knew that our thoughts were running the same line.
“The girl speaks the truth. She hasn’t seen her for when she returned, Vanessa wasn’t here,” Andras informed us, drawing our attention from the pitiful sight of our girl’s meager possessions.
“Tell me you at least got something useful,” I gritted out, my voice strained as my frustration grew.
“I infiltrated her thoughts and her memories, telling me that she has been worried about her friend ever since the night they went to see the fortune teller.”
My brother and I looked at each other.
“That was the reason for her being at the club,” I reminded Victor before asking, “What night did they see this woman?”
“The same night we killed the traitor, and you first met her spying,” he replied, making me look to my brother once more.
“Then that has to be the witch,” he said before I had the chance to do the same. After which Andras walked back into the girl’s bedroom and scanned the space, leaving us in the small hallway. After this he exited, shaking his head to tell us there was nothing before he walked back into the living room.
We followed him in and, once there, his eyes scanned the area before we found a second pinboard attached to the end of one of the kitchen cabinets. But unlike Vanessa’s, this one was covered with everything from tickets, receipts, coupons, and book notes. Not to mention all the photographs of what I gathered were Stacey’s family. But our gaze quickly shifted to the ones that included our Nessa smiling and looking as breathtaking as always.
However, as my brother and I were distracted by the sight of our girl, it was Andras that pointed something out,
“There.”
This made Victor rip the piece of paper from the pin, before showing it to me at the same time telling me,
“A coupon for one soon-to-be-dead fortune teller.”
“Then it looks like we have more than one reason to get our asses to Yonkers,” I said with a malicious grin that silently spoke of the same murder. My brother then placed a hand to my shoulder, gave it a squeeze, and grinned before saying,
“That we do, for we have a witch to kill and a prisoner to reclaim.”
I smirked and replied,
“And a fortune to retell.”
4
DEADLY CHOICES
VANESSA
It was pretty apparent that the witch wanted me dead, which also meant that Victor had been right. I had clearly made the wrong choice. She had preyed on my insecurities and the strength of my morality to do what was right by the two men I had fallen in love with. The two cursed Vampires who had been fooled into loving me back.
