36."In Search of Blood"

Andrew DeLuca

The smell of coffee invaded my nostrils, and I went in search of something good in this place so that we could have breakfast and leave for the mansion. I had already given the command to my driver.

“Is there anything good for breakfast?” I asked the receptionist, who was insinuating herself to me.

“There are several breakfast options, would you like me to accompany you, and we can take a walk around the hotel?” she asked in a provocative voice.

“No, thanks, I'll manage,” I said firmly.

I hated propositioning women! It was no fun.

I sorted out a tray of bread and some fruit. The hotel was pretty shabby, but that's what we found for the night. Worry still lingered in the back of my mind, as I feared it was a trap, that they had punctured my tire on purpose.

I climbed the steps with my tray in hand, heading for the bedroom, which was only a little way away.

Suddenly, I heard a scream, it was Emma's voice pronouncing my name.

“ANDREW!!!” her voice echoed through the