Page 5 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
"It at least made me hesitate before reaching for the pepper spray."
He laughs. It's a dark, low sound that's as sexy as it is intimidating.
"Let's take care of our little friend before we get into the business details."
I'm not sure what he's talking about, but I want to facepalm myself when I see deadass Matilda Welles staring at us from her soggy grave.
I sigh.
"I've got it from here," I tell him.
I walk up to the girl's form. It's looking more flesh and blood than corpselike now. I reach out to touch her hair. I can nearly feel it under my palm.
"It's ok. You can rest now, Matilda. He won't be back."
"Thank you," she manages to say, her voice clear as she speaks.
Then she's gone.
I guess that's why I do this. Because I know how awful it feels to be trapped. I like to think that someone would do the same for me.
I glance back at—wait, I don't even know his name yet—but he's dusting grave dirt from his leather jacket, and his eyes are fixed on me.
Darling follows alongside me as I move toward him. He tilts his head to the side.
"You've got a little companion there?"
I frown. "You can't see her? She died when I was a teenager." I brush my hair behind my ears. I've never talked to anyone about the fact that my dead dog follows me everywhere, but I think he might understand. "It's the one perk of what happened."
"Hmm. I can almost make her out." He squints his eyes. "My gifts aren't quite as strong as yours. That's why I need your help. Orweneed your help, I should say."
For some reason, I'm slightly disappointed that his connection to the dead isn't as strong as mine, but I brush that aside.
"Who iswe?"
He smiles as we head toward my car.
"I'll tell you when I pick you up for our next job."
I stop in my tracks.
"Where will that be?"
He shrugs.
"Don't know yet, but you'll be paid for your help. Others have reasons to send spirits back and will pay large sums for their banishment."
Ok, my bullshit radar is going off now.
"Yeah right. What am I supposed to tell my mother? That I'm going to leave with some guy I met to send ghosts to the afterlife because he offered me some money? She doesn't even know I'm like this. Plus, I have a job. I can't just quit."
"Let me take care of your mother. Let's just say I have a way with words."
Oh, he's cocky.
"Wait for me," he calls over his shoulder. He kicks a leg over the motorcycle that's parked next to my car. It's fancier than any of the bikes my friends ride.
It looks like it costs a fortune.
