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17. Questions Again

Guy

Year: 1983 31th of July 3am Sunday, Summer.

For the next 3 hours she asked me questions endlessly and it surprised me that I didn’t find it irritating. She had some good questions, so it wasn’t boring and the way she looked up to me rubbed my ego the right way. The motel I was going to crash at was only a few minutes away so I pulled over at a quiet spot.

“Why have we stopped here?” Sally-Anne asked, looking around at the empty road and surrounding fields.

“Because it’s almost daylight and I’m going to get a motel for the day, get some sleep and we will drive the rest of the way tonight but I don’t want another scene like at the diner, so you’re going to spend the day in the trunk.” Originally I was going to cuff her in the bathroom, I was pretty sure that she would still let me, no issue, but people seeing her would raise too many questions. Firstly I was too tired for that s**t and second I was interested to see what control I could exert over her.

“Ok” she said brightly, giving me a tight smile.

She got out the car and met me at the trunk, I pulled out the cooler and the other bags which I would bring in the motel room with me. Had to get some more ice for the cooler anyway.

“Guy?” She said shyly.

“Ye?” I replied, almost absent mindedly, following it with ‘Doll’.

“Can I ask one more question?” She eyed the trunk warily; looked like she might have some reservations.

“Shoot.” I said shoving the gear onto the back seat and securing the cooler in the foot well.

“It’s kinda hard to explain but time doesn’t seem to make sense anymore.” I looked at her patiently waiting for the rest. “Like those first 5 hours in the car went by in a flash but when, when...” She fumbled for the right words. I wasn’t interested in what moment had felt like an eternity to her, especially if it meant I might have to pretend to be sympathetic so I cut right in.

“Well Sally-Anne, that's a complicated one.” I scratched my head trying to think of the way to put it. “Your consciousness and awareness has greatly expanded which is the predatory part of you but you still have a base ‘human’ notion of things because you have your human memories, so there is a conflict between how the predator sees time and the ‘human’ understands time. And that makes it feel strange. That make sense?” She nodded a little unsure as I stood next to the now empty trunk.

“A predator needs to be able to wait patiently, bide its time, be free of distractions but when the moment comes it needs to see things in almost slow motion, have time to calculate, to react, to strike. Kinda cool.” She looked confused and a little sick; I almost wanted to ask what she was thinking about but remembered that I didn’t care.

“Here.” I handed her the bottle of blood that had warmed up during the drive from being nestled close to my chest. Her eyelids fluttered and a little sigh of pleasure escaped her luscious lips as the warm scent of blood hit her. She drank it in double time making a deep ‘Mmmm’ noise. I took the empty bottle from her hand and revelled in the impact the warmed blood was having on her. These limited feeds must be torturous on her starved body.

One trembling hand travelled to her bottom lip before resting lightly over her slightly open mouth. She was taking loud unsteady breaths, the air sucking between her teeth and stirring the flavour of the blood into the air, in essence forcing her to taste the intoxicating blood over and over but devoid of the actual substance. Her eyes were wide, twitching in the corners. I knew this was one of those moments she had been asking about. I licked my lips wondering for a second how long the things I had planned for her would feel. I hoped it would be like this. Once I had the vault I could have whatever I wanted from her, between the sedative that was now packed away on the back seat and my Grandfather’s holding cell she would have no choice. f**k I was going to need a cold shower; probably no God damned hot water at the Motel anyway.

I snapped my fingers next to her ear bringing Sally-Anne out of the blood induced episode or whatever it was she was having.

“In the trunk then Sally-Anne, don’t want to be out here when the sun comes up.” I told her but not unkindly.

“W-wh-at happens when the sun comes up?” She stuttered, stalling.

“No more questions now Sally-Anne, time to get in the trunk. Come on now, be a good girl.” My patience was starting to get thin, if she didn’t get in the trunk I would put her in.

Without another word she climbed in and lay down. I reached between Sally-Anne and the edge of the trunk nearest me, there was a thick black tarp. I pulled it up and draped it over her.

“Don’t take it off. It will stop any bits of sun getting to you.” I told her, before adding “It BURNS.” Perhaps I’d show her sometime. With an evil grin on my face I slammed the trunk shut and drove the rest of the way to the Motel.

I parked in what looked like it would be a shady spot before getting booked in at the front desk. The clerk was disinterested, an elder man with balding head, thick glasses and a large hooked nose. He only glanced at my fake ID before dropping a room key on the desk and taking my cash. I explained roughly where I was parked and asked for a ground floor room close to there,he seemed a little peeved about being asked for something specific but obliged anyway.

I dumped the bags on the floor and got some ice for the cooler before locking the door and kicking off my shoes. I got into the bed fully clothed and fell into a deep exhausted sleep.