Chapter 66
Katelina's fear choked her silent, but not the teen who cowered with her, hiding from some unknown attacker outside; someone who pounded on the door and shrieked, "I know you're in there!"
"I am so dead," Loren whispered miserably and Katelina barely suppressed a squeal of fright at the defeat in his voice. If he was dead then what would she be? If Jorick was here she might have a chance, but this kid - this Loren - looked as good as useless.
Someone was at the door. They could hear the muffled noises as the deadbolt clicked and the door knob turned, and then they heard the hinges as the door was swung opened and slammed shut again.
"Oh god," Loren moaned and tightened his arm around Katelina's middle, until she was nearly suffocated. He ducked his head against her neck and tried to curl into a ball, as if he thought that would make them invisible.
Footsteps sounded through the house; slow and steady as they went from room to room, coming ever closer. "Jorick!" she pleaded silently, begging him to come back and save them from "her" before it was too late. But, there was nothing, so she tried to form a plan. She jerked her head to indicate that they should barricade themselves in the basement, but Loren didn't seem very receptive. "Basement," she whispered, desperately. "We should-"
It was too late. Whoever was after them was there. "What in the hell?" a deep voice demanded.
Deep?
And then Katelina realized who it was. "Jorick!"
It took Loren a moment longer to realize that his certain doom wasn't standing in the hallway behind them. When he did, he released Katelina and sagged back against the wall. "Thank God! It's you!"
"Yes," Jorick replied with annoyance. "It's me. Now, do you mind telling me exactly what you're doing and why there are two teenage girls in my living room?"
Loren leapt to his feet, his eyes wide with horror. "In the living room? You let them in? Oh God! You didn't! Tell me you didn't!"
Katelina stood up and rubbed absently at her abdomen, uncertain what to make of Loren's distress. Surely that whole production wasn't really over a couple of teenage girls?
Jorick ignored him and sought Katelina's eyes. "What are you doing, Katelina?"
"Hiding. Apparently," she added with a scowl at Loren. "I was under the impression we were about to die, but now I don't really know."
"I thought she was with them," Loren muttered miserably. "I thought she snuck in and I was trying to keep her out of the basement. Then she said she knew you."
"Yes," Jorick agreed with a suggestive smirk. "She most certainly knows me, and she hardly looks like a teenager."
Katelina blinked. "Excuse me? I'm not that old."
Jorick winked and then turned serious again. "How do those girls in the living room know you, Loren?"
The teen's shoulders sagged and he seemed to shrink. "It's not really my fault," he murmured. "I mean, not, well, okay, sort of." He looked at Jorick as if expecting reprieve, but the vampire's face was hard and unyielding. "Well I got bored! I mean it was six months. You said it would only be a few days." He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. "What the hell took you so long, anyway?"
Jorick waved his hand dismissively. "That's a story for another time. Right now, I'm more concerned with the unconscious girls in my living room!"
Loren brightened. "Unconscious? Why didn't you say so? Don't worry, you just need to do your mind thing and I'll take them back to town and drop them off."
"And why do I need to do that?" Jorick tapped his foot impatiently.
"Like I said, I got bored." Loren jammed his hands in his pockets. "Look, it was an accident. I mean, Beth, the brunette, she's pretty hot, you know? And I didn't think anything would come of it, but she got all attached and shit. Then when I tried to get rid of her I kind of, accidentally, said something about vampires and that just got her all excited." He paused hopefully, but when Jorick only glared he continued. "Well, I kinda ended up promising her I'd make her one, too. I didn't know she'd be all into it. I thought she'd scream and run away like a normal person. But I can't get rid of her now, and she's got her friend helping her. They're stalking me! Seriously! I haven't been able to go home for days because I'm afraid they'll follow me and do something horrible while I'm asleep! I've been hiding in all kinds of places! Then I saw your light on tonight and I thought you could, you know, help me out," he finished lamely.
"Of all the stupid, asinine things!" Jorick growled. "It's idiots like you-" he broke off and jabbed a finger at the boy. "You don't understand the implications of what could happen here, do you?"
"Um- No?"
Jorick growled again. "I'll handle this - this one time - because if I don't, they'll end up dead, but if I ever have to do this again, I swear, Loren, that you'll be more than sorry!"
Jorick turned on his heel and strode back to the front room, while Loren slumped against the wall with a heavy sigh of relief.
"Mind thing?" Katelina asked. "What mind thing does he need to do?"
Loren shrugged. "You know, where he, like, tells someone to do something and they do it?"
She nodded vaguely. She'd seen something like that at the hospital when the doctor and police hadn't wanted to release her. Almost magically they'd suddenly changed their minds and let her go, even though she was reported missing. The ability made her nervous at the time, and it did so again.
Without another word to the youth, she headed to the living room. Two teenage girls were seated on the couch, their eyes wide, while Jorick stood in front of them, talking in low tones.
"-There's no such thing as vampires," he said firmly. "Loren's just a jerk who made up a story to get rid of you and, now that you know that, you're both very mad. You never want to see him again. And you most certainly don't want to be turned into vampires." He laid a hand on each of the girls' heads. "Now sleep, and when you wake up you'll be over him and ready to move on with your lives."
Katelina shivered as the girls' eyes slid closed and their bodies went slack. My god, if he could do that to them, then what could he do to her if he chose?
Jorick turned towards the dining room doorway, his face a storm cloud, and shouted, "Loren! Go get your car! You can take me to town and we'll get rid of these girls!"
The young vampire strolled into the room. He glanced nervously at the couch, muttered something unintelligible and then disappeared out the front door.
"Idiot," Jorick muttered. "He fails to comprehend how much trouble he could get into for something like this."
Katelina's smile was strange and forced. "Luckily you were here to save him."
One of the girls started to slip sideways, but Jorick caught her quickly and heaped her on her friend. Then he stepped back, hands on his hips, and surveyed them with an annoyed satisfaction.
Katelina shivered again. How did he do that? How could he make them sleep or decide to hate Loren? She was suddenly reminded of a conversation they'd had in the hospital. "I thought you said your influence didn't last?"
Jorick looked up at her with surprise. "It won't. The sleep will last until they wake up on their own, but I can only make them dislike Loren while I'm with them or, at most, half an hour after I've left them."
She didn't understand how that was going to help. "But won't they come back again?"
"Maybe," Jorick agreed. "But I doubt it. I gave them the suggestion to be angry at him and I gave them the reason. At that point they can chose to embrace it or shake it off once my influence is gone. As emotionally volatile as his 'friend' already is, I believe she'll welcome the suggestion. The young love their over dramatized pity-me-because-I've-been-wronged approach to life."
Katelina couldn't deny that, but something still didn't make sense. "So you're saying you can give them the suggestion, even make them feel things as long as you're with them, but as soon as you're apart they can just 'shake it off'? Like the doctor and the policeman that you convinced to let me out of the hospital?"
Jorick nodded. "No doubt ten minutes after we left, they were trying to figure out why they'd released you. The idea of letting you go went against what their conscious mind, and probably subconscious minds, wanted or thought was right. Because of that, they wouldn't welcome such an idea willingly. But these girls," he waved his hand at them, "they're all drama and intrigue. That's what they want, and so they're more likely to take it."
"So you can't, you know, control people from a distance?"
Jorick gave an amused chuckle. "Are you concerned about that?" She didn't answer, so he went on. "No, I can't really control anyone to begin with, only influence. The amount of influence depends on how strong their mind and will is."
She blinked disbelieving at his choice of words. "But you said the doctor didn't want to release me? That's a helluva a lot of influence!"
"Maybe," Jorick agreed casually. His eyes skipped back to the girls on the couch and his face grew dark. "Loren and I are going to have a long unpleasant conversation."
Given his mood, she was certain the conversation would be unpleasant. However, a question remained. "So, who is he, anyway?"
"Loren? He lives about a mile down the beach and keeps an eye on things while I'm gone. As you've no doubt noticed, he's not the smartest, but he's useful now and again." A deep scowl settled over his features. "However, he's more than failed me this time. As if this little mess wasn't enough, he didn't bother to take care of the house. The yard especially. I should have known better. He's afraid of lawnmowers, but he did promise he could handle it."
"Why is he afraid of lawnmowers?"
Some of Jorick's anger seemed to evaporate. "That's how his brother was killed. They held him down and ran a lawnmower over him."
She shuddered involuntarily, a look of horror on her face. "Who's 'they'?"
But, before Jorick could reply, the front door opened and Loren reappeared.
"Car's waiting."
"Good," Jorick barked. "We'll take them-" he paused uncertainly, then charged on ahead. "-Somewhere, and then we can stop at the store." He looked at Katelina and his voice softened. "I'll get you some food and some warmer clothes. This house is a bit drafty."
"That's an understatement," she mumbled. "And how about some milk?"
"Right," Jorick answered. "Milk. Loren, go find some paper and a pen so Katelina can make a list."
Loren looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it, and ducked into the dining room. He reappeared with a yellow tablet and an ink pen and, while the males hefted the sleeping girls onto their shoulders, Katelina dashed out a shopping list. When she finished, she traded it to Jorick for a quick kiss and watched as they headed outside to the waiting car. They unceremoniously deposited the girls in the backseat. Then, with a wave, the vampires climbed in and the car disappeared down the driveway.
Katelina shut the door and leaned against it, still dazed. Of all the mornings she'd imagined, this wasn't one of them.
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