Almara’s PovLater that same day Roman, Arthur, and I are compiled into a stuff waiting room at the local inmate holding center in vampire territory. I can’t help but compare the drastic change in how the day started to where it ended up.I blow some hair out of my face and shift in the cold metallic chair. Arthur puts a comforting, and protective, arm around my shoulder. Roman stands up, arms crossed, and refuses to back down from this staring contest with another potential inmate whose seated in the corner.The waiting room is exactly as I expected it to be; gray, cold, and small. The center is just on the outskirts of town, but it seems as if everyone left the town to come hurl obscenities as we arrived on the scene. The media also made the journey, shoving mics in our face and feigning care for Bess.Roman has his own body guard accompany us knowing the Council of Bloody Hollow would offer no sort of protection. It’s been thirty minutes since we notified the pale creature behind t
Almara’s Pov It’s been a week since Bess’s euthanizing, which means it’s been a week without joy. Even Grace seems to hold this vague sadness inside her, as if knowing if not for the life of Bess then she wouldn’t be here either. Though it breaks my heart to see, I can’t help but marvel as the wisdom that seems to be imprinted on her soul, a piece of Bess herself. Today in particular is the crux of sadness and acceptance as we attend Bess’s funeral as family. I always figured Arthur and my first outing with Grace would be happier and certainly not quite as important. I assumed our first outing would be normal, at least normal enough to get buried beneath the rest of our many days ahead. I almost want to apologize to Grace for what her first outing is as I button her fluffy black dress, but doing so almost feels disrespectful. Besides, something tells me that Grace actually doesn’t mind. I catch myself in this line of thinking and wonder if I’ve gone crazy. Can Grace really be r
Almara’s PovArthur and I sit across from the mystery lady, Chirstina, at a high end coffee shop. We’re separated from other guests by a velvet red rope and security guards. Arthur wanted to bring Christina here to remind her who she’s in the presence of, lest there be any tricks up her sleeve.Although, Christina seems to be at home in this elegant atmosphere. She stirs her tea precisely three times with her spoon before clinking the silver against the fine China and bringing the tea to her rosy pink lips. Arthur leans back with his arms crossed and I fidge
Almara’s PovLater that same night I recount to Arthur the wild tale that Bess, Robert, Roman and I ventured on in order to secure the ingredients for Arthur’s remedy. We lay in bed with Grace between us looking between her mother and father as we speak completely enthralled by our voices.To my surprise, Arthur listens to the story with a child-like interest. I tell him everything from running down the gate, to my unfortunate run-in with Claire. I half expected him to be concerned, enraged, or even embarrassment, but by the end of it all he cups my face and says
Almara’s Pov“So did it hurt?” Cathy asks hunching forward and popping a fry into her mouth. Her cherry red lips ae curved into a smile as she focuses on Roberts words. The whole night Arthur and I have been exchanging amused glances with one another.We’re both amazed that this date is going so well. “Nah, I mean I have a really high pain tolerance.” Robert says, clearly bluffing but Cathy just laughs and seems genuinely impressed by him.Arthur looks at me
Almara’s PovHow did we end up here, again? The car rolls up to gray building that looks like it’s about to be knocked over with one final strong gust of wind. If only we could be so lucky. Granted, we haven’t been in this part of town yet but nonetheless were still in vampire territory.Never in my life did I expect to have seen so much of this town. I suppose, much of my life wasn’t what I expect- for better or worse. As if on the lookout, three more guards emerge from the crippling cinderblock building as soon as the car goes into park.The doors are swung open and bone hands are prying us out of our seats. Arthur gives a growl and one instinctively pulls his hand back, causing Arthur’s lips to curl in smile that I find incredibly sexy, the guards on the other hand handle him much rougher now- not that he can’t handle it.Once inside were immediately walked to a holding cell. The cell is just past the entrance waiting room, if you can even call it that. There are no chairs, only ye
Almara’s PovRoman was right. A few days have passed and we’re still locked in this cell which seems to be getting smaller by the day. I desperately want to change out of the little red dress that I’m wearing, which seemed fun and flirty on date night and now has become nothing but a pain.We’ve been using Arthur’s jacket as a community pillow and Cathy’s sweater as a blanket. I have the feeling they offer more comforts to the vampires they arrest, though there’s no way to prove it. At least a guard escorts us to the bathroom five tim
Almara’s PovI think another day goes by and the delusional giggles have died down. Arthur suggested we defend ourselves just to get some sort of process going. So, instead of making up stories we’ve been reliving the same one in excruciating detail.We told the officer watching us that we are going to defend ourselves and he didn’t seem like he cared one way or another about it. He got us the files that showed what the vampire police report has against us and Calvin was at least right about the case being built of straw. Still, we want to be prepared.