| ¤ 5-23-03, Louis’ Weekend, The Trip ¤ ¤Continued pt. 7¤
¤ They drove for a for a half hour, maybe less, when Susan gets the guts to ask what she’s been wondering since she noticed Louis’ fangs. “Are you a vampire?” Her voice cracks at the word vampire; you could tell s he wasn’t fully herself. The shock of seeing what he was had ruffled her mentally. Louis’ eyes look over the expanse of road ahead, it was a straight shot until the well past the town of Halloran Springs. Knowing he could look at her and just drive straight without careening off the road he does. As his eyes meet her eyes, he notices her flinch away. This small action sends a smile over his lips. Louis liked controlling others. He had his methods, they were more subtle that others ways, but they worked. “Yes, but not in the sense you mean.” He glances at the road. He decided to let her know a lil about his kind. In his mind he thought of all the times in popular movies, where the villains ratchet jaws until the hero can defeat his evil plan. He could almost picture it. He laughs softly unheard by her. “I am no Dracula, nor am I anything like what’s in the movies. My kind are real, we prowl the streets. Do not be fooled, most vampire myths are fake.” He reached over and roughly opens her hand. He takes the small cross from it and snaps the metal chain off her neck. “This wont save you” he smiles. Louis had noticed her holding it before, and had instantly guessed what it was. Rolling the chain in his fingers he decided he’d give her the option of when to die.
He turns on the overhead light as he looks over to the young women. They had hit a patch of the road where little light was around. He smirks noticing her aimlessly glancing off into the night. “So, I’m getting hungry.” He states, he wanted to see how she reacted to the mention of her death. His eyes focus back on her from his partial look up at the road. Her eyes were pinned on him. Unwavering and cold, she seemed to know she would die. His smile falters and then grows. He had for a second an image from his past, a memory of a young girl from his old town. He pushes the thoughts out before focusing back on is tasks. The hunger had begun to grow within him. They were within an hour of Los Vegas. ¤ |