Page 126 of Even Vampires Bleed
It’s been five days since I left the electrician’s house—five days that I’ve stayed in my bat form and since I started my mission.
And only two days since I finally managed to find a way to enter Versailles.
Because—obviously—they’ve filled the hole we made on the catacombs level, and there was no way to get in through that “entrance” anymore, even while being the smallest bat in the world.
So yes, I spent three freaking full days—and nights—in my bat form, circling Versailles in search of a way in.
And guess what? I had to enter through the trash system.
Those birds are lazy, and that was my saving grace, because it means they have a full conveyor belt system under the castle just to avoid needing to throw the trash away. Each room has holes at the bottom of the walls that draw anything that would fall on the ground directly into the trash system.
It smells.
It freakingsmells.
I’m lucky I’m not the kind of animal with a very developed sense of smell, because I’m sure I would have puked a dozen times already by now.
In the last two days, I’ve had the occasion of seeing how crass the birds are. I think I’ve almost been hit by a pad, someone’s vomit, and more sullied tissues than I can count.
But I’ve made it.
I’ve finally found Gabrielle and Michaël’s room.
Right when they were getting down to business.
I didn’t need to hear that—much less see it.
I’ll have nightmares for the rest of my life.
But at least now I know where to hit. And probably when, too, because they’ve been at it for an hour now, and I’m pretty sure he’s not that good. Those screams sound very fake to me, but who am I to judge?
Oh yeah, me.
I’m who. And I’ve found them guilty.
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It takes me another two days before I can steal a weaponandbring it back to the trash system linked to Gabrielle and Michaël’s bedroom, which means I have to endure another two days of listening to their bedtime antics.
Michaël throws tantrums like a kid both nights.
I really don’t think we won with the change.
And his father wasn’t far from being the devil himself, so it says a lot.
So, yes, I’ve been looking at a man-child being handled by a woman who knows what to do to gain power.
I have no doubt that this wedding was her idea and that she’s just doing everything in her power to keep Michaël happy and mainly subdued.
Hence why I’m pretty sure she’s faking, but that’s another problem.
That shouldn’t be my problem, but after two days of listening to her moans and screams—she sounds like a banshee—I feel like I should burn my own ears.
At least my hiding spot hides them from me as much as I’m hiding from them.
But I can hear too well, and that’s awful.
