Monthly Archives: October 2020
Dinner at the Hotel
Tegan leaned back and closed her eyes. Henry knew she must have trusted him. When they reached the hotel he gently nudged her awake. She opened her eyes as the hotel doorman opened the car door. She exited falling to her knees.
The doorman gasped, then moved quickly to life her.
A knot formed in Henry’s throat at the sight of it. He summoned all he had.
“Tegan,” Henry called to her. He slid over and jumped out to help her. He took her arm under his.
“Which room do you need?”
She turned to him, a shell of the vampire he had researched, feared.
“It’s room… oh he’ll do.” She said as a young Nazi officer approached.
“Let me see your papers, Yankee,” he said to Henry.
“Close your eyes Henry,” Tegan said.
She lounged forward and embraced the officer sinking her fangs into his neck. Henry’s heart raced. He looked up and down the sidewalk no one seemed to notice, what was happening. Even the doorman asked..,
“Too much wine? We have coffee inside for the lady.”
“We…were good!” Henry stuttered.
Drive,” Tegan said.
“I need to feed. Take me to Hotel Wolff.”
“We can’t…,” Henry stopped himself. How could he argue with her? Even in her shaken state, she could overtake him.
“I have a regular there, it’s not what you think. He gives me blood.”
“Ok, Milton head to Hotel Wolff in the ArnulfstrauBe,” he told the driver.
“What happened tonight,” he asked.
“I touched him as I said and I saw what is to come….” she said. “Complete devastation, death, genocide.”
Henry’s heart jumped. He believed her.
“We need you,” he said. “We need your organization, we must defeat this monster.”
“I actually agree with you.”
Tegan took a seat in a pew in front of Agent Cahill. She knew she had to gain his trust by taking the weaker position.
She turned to greet him observing his blue eyes widened, his mouth agape.
“Yes, I can enter a church,” she grinned.
He shook his head as if to snap himself to.
“I guess there is a lot I need to learn about vampires.”
“There’s a lot everyone needs to learn about vampires,” she said.
He loosened his shoulders.
“Well it looks like we have a common interest.”
“Or a common enemy,” she said.
“Indeed, the Fuhrer, is everyone’s enemy. You know what we need, what do you need?”
She twirled her red locks.
“Safe passage out of the country back to the US for myself and my son.”
“What about your husband?…”
“Unfortunately he is more loyal to his homeland than I first understood.”