"When… again…?"
The first ti she asked that question there still was a faint trace of orange tinting the dimming skies. Second ti she inquired, that orange had already been inked over by a deep hue of black, so much so that it took a mont for to find her whereabouts in the darkness.
Third ti… I found myself scrounging about the front gardens, flashing my phone screen to my whispering questionnaire laying still among the swaying flowers.
"Give her another five minutes," I told her, twirling the phone back in my direction.
Got a brief look at the ti before I flickered the phone back off on standby. 8:10 in the evening.
The last thing Amanda ssaged back to was at 6:30, declaring her intent with only three words.
"How many more… five minutes…?" Adalia muttered, her impatience clear as day for all to see.
"In case you forgot, you're a vampire," I replied. "And Amanda's a victim of vampire abduction. Do you see how those two can correlate?"
"She's… scared of… ?"
Adalia blinked. Her misty eyes widening slightly in mild shock.
Why the heck are you surprised to hear that? For your information - I'm also scared of you. Well… certain aspects of you anyway, nonetheless, you still shiver my bones and soul better than any cold winter night. You and your sister...
"I'm not… scary…" She said again, though not looking too convinced herself.
Of course you aren't, Adalia… of course.
Still, I'd be lying if I said I too wasn't having my patience tested here. Ti was of the essence, and here I was watching the sands of ti slowly whittle away in mounds, slouched over the front steps of the porch, staring intently down an empty driveway where not a single was in sight apart from Adalia and .
Filling in Amanda on what's what was a process that took quite a bit. By the ti I got her caught up on everything, my aching thumbs were begging to put them out of their misery.
Expectedly, Amanda wasn't readily jumping on the prospect of diving into this shitfest with us. It took a lot of effort and a bunch of eloquently phrased sentences on my part to convince Amanda to co hither and be the dazzling savior in a night of gloom.
Suffice it to say, she wasn't too keen on becoming one. The reason for it, the reluctance - the Achilles heel that prevented a hero in the making was quite a reasonable one actually.
Let ask - who'd want their would-be killer to ride shotgun with them re weeks after recovering from their wrath?
Can't say I can really bla her for it. I'd be a little concerned for my well-being too if I was in her shoes. Then again, my shoes were much, much bigger than hers… I was living with my killer, let alone taking a drive with them.
After a seemingly perpetual back and forth of endless reassurances and a pocketful of doubt, I finally got Amanda coming round on the basis that I keep the closest eye possible on Adalia while in the car. Make sure there was no funny business - no fangs, no claws… and definitely no eye-contact.
Basically, I just had to make it seem as if Adalia didn't even exist in the first place. Which was easy enough actually, Adalia already does good work doing that to herself. Half the ti, I'd mistake her presence for a piece of furniture. That's how little she cos to mind, if ever.
A quarter past eight. Adalia was plucking her eighth flower of its petals, and sat there still, my eyes never once tearing from the driveway, ears keen and sharp for any disruption in the calm ambiance.
So desperately I wanted to hear a screech, a rumble, the roar of an engine. I didn't. What befell my ears instead was a humming buzz as my phone flickered to life in my clutches.
Another ssage.
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