[Jayne]

Rough Draft Bob was jubilant. He’d got the vampire’s girl. They’d been talking in the club and, when he left, Bob waited with the hope of grabbing onto her as she exited. The plan went perfect.
“You won’t become Claudette,” he mumbled in the frightened woman’s ear. “When I’m finished with you, I won’t have to hunt for him anymore because he’ll rip this town apart looking for me. So much pleasure you’re going to give me. Now and after you’re dead.”
Whack! Something stung Bob right behind his ear. He slapped where he felt the string but all he could feel was a small piece of something sticking out of his skin.
What was wrong with him? He stumbled, almost dropped his prey. His legs felt wobbly, uncontrollable. Sleep! He needed to just lie down for a moment and rest.
Bob slammed into a set of trash cans dragging Emily on top of him. He tried to hold onto her but his arms didn’t respond either. He felt her weight slide off him right before he closed his eyes. Rest, he just needed a little rest then he’d make her forget the vampire.
*****
Bosera heard the young lady banging onto cans while trying to get back into the light of the streetlamps for help. She rushed to Bob’s side and, with more strength then she thought she possessed, she pulled him away from the area.
Scared beyond belief she let out her breath when she heard him snore. The dart she’d used was poisoned but she’d hoped it wouldn’t kill a creature of his magnitude.
“I can’t let you do it anyone,” she said with tears steaming down her frozen cheeks. “Oh Bob, please become the old you. Stop drinking that stuff and maybe it will leave you system.”
Bosera knew he didn’t hear her plea. Stumbling down a set of stairs behind an old building, she found a locked door and kicked it open. Inside she found a pile of old blankets and put them on top of him. She dared not start a fire. They’d be searching. She longed to stay and keep him warm but didn’t know how long he’d be out. He was too dangerous to trust. After all, she was a woman.
Going back out the door, she pulled it closed behind her. At the top of the stairs, she placed herself in the hopes of stopping anyone from going below to search. When she’d hear him stir, she’d hide again. Swiping the tears from her face, she braced her back against the stone wall.

*****
Emily’s coat fell from her to be left behind in the alley. She lurched into the lighted street, one shoe missing, the sexy red dress covered with trash and her bare skin streaked with scratches.
“Help,” she groaned.
She saw the bouncer standing by the door. The next thing she realized was his strong body holding her up while his big arms wrapped a coat around her.
“Get the police,” she heard him order. “Let’s get her inside.”
Someone opened the door. She felt herself being lifted from the sidewalk and carried to the warmth inside.
“Someone bring her a drink.” Something touched her lips and she sipped it.
“Cop’s here,” a male voice announced.
“What’s the problem,” she knew the voice. Her trembling renewed.
“Emily,” she heard her dad cry before she saw his form kneeling before her.
“What happened baby?” His big hand ran across her hair.
She tried to respond but teeth chattering, all she managed to say was ‘sorry’.
“She got in an argument,” a heavyset woman said. “She met a guy here then they got in a fight. He left right before she did.”
Emily panicked. It wasn’t him, she tried to say. The words wouldn’t form.
“Handsome guy. Dark eyes, long black hair.”
“Him,” she’d never heard her dad’s voice ever sounding so unforgiving. She fainted.