Misty by M. Garnet Read Free Book Online Page B

the stove but it finally had failed her. It had stopped at 11:15. She did not know if that was morning or night or when the clock had stopped. She looked towards the window and thought that it must be late afternoon.
    “You went out in sunshine. I thought Vampires slept in caskets and burst into flames in sunlight.” She looked at him, right in those unusual eyes.
    “Almost every book of fiction about Vampires has a lot of misconceptions in them. Where is your furniture?” He looked around for a place to sit and pulled out a stool to straddle it.
    “Can I kick you out and refuse you entry?”
    “No, once in, I get entry whenever I want. Sorry, well no, I’m not really sorry.” He finally gave her a full one hundred percent smile. It was really the type of smile that if she had been out with the girls and it was in a bar, they would have been climbing over each other to get to him. That was before she knew he wanted her blood. She took a deep breath and looked away.
    “How do I get rid of you?” She sounded petulant even to her own ears.
    “You can’t.”
    “How do I get my life back?”
    “You don’t.”
    She slammed the bottle down so hard the small amount of yellow fluid splashed out. Someone knocked on the door.
    “It’s your friend Terrie,” he stated and just sat.
    “You know this how?” But she heard Terrie’s voice. He didn’t move, so she went to the door, going around the bar and leaving as much space from him as the room would allow. Terrie was her hyper self as usual and pushed in all bubbly. She stopped and gave a big smile to Rad.
    “Oh I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Terrie babbled as she held out her hands full of mail.
    Suddenly she felt him behind her and a strong cold arm reached around her shoulder and across her neck. “Terrie, Misty and I would never think of you as an interruption. What do you have?” He reached over her with his other hand and took the mail from Terrie. Terrie just stopped and smiled as she turned to walk to the door, waved a small goodbye as she left.
    Misty stood in utter terror. She was afraid to move and she was praying that he would move away from her but he held her against him, not saying anything. She realized that Terrie had not acted normal. He had done something to her friend. She felt the anger. She slid down to get under the arm. She turned around, away from him but faced him.
    “Damn you, leave my friends alone.” She wanted to hit him but realized it probably would hurt her hand more than it would hurt him. Then, what the hell, she swung and hit him on the jaw. She was right — her hand stung as if she had slammed it into a cement wall. But she did see a complete look of surprise on his face. She pulled her arm back again but he had his hand around her wrist. This resulted in her arm in the air and being pulled up against him with her breasts being smashed into his broad chest. She took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip as she looked in anger at those amazing pale eyes so close.
    “It has been a very long time since someone has been able to hit me without having ended up dead. But you only get one.” There they stood, face to face, her arm held in the air. She watched and suddenly those pale blue eyes began to darken. She was fascinated watching the change. She had seen people’s eyes change when light had hit them, but this was different. Then she suddenly remembered where she was and who she was with.
    “I really think I want you to let me go.” It was barely a whisper, but it was all she could get out.
    He held her a little longer, but at last he nodded and let her go. “I need to go out.” He started towards the door.
    “I don’t want to question a gift, but am I safe alone? Aren’t you afraid I will run away as soon as you are out of sight?”
    He didn’t turn around. “I can find you in the middle of a riot of 10,000 in thirty seconds. Don’t wear yourself out by running. I won’t be very far away.”