“She’s my sire, Porsche, darling, she’s the one who made me. You expect me to just forget she even existed?”
“I’m just saying be careful,” She replied. “You’re splashing your face all over the media again, and if she wants to find you, she’s going to find you and then this is going to start all over again.”
“What are they talking about?” Sarah hissed in my ear. I glanced at her video and angrily put a finger to my lips.
“Let her,” Liam shrugged. “There isn’t anything that blood sucker can do to me that she hasn’t already done. Not with you around anyway.”
The conversation made little sense to me, and made me lean in further, trying to understand exactly what they were talking about. My head crossed a light, and my shadow played strongly against the wall. The change in light was what gave me away. In an instant, they both turned to look at me. I felt the color rise in my cheeks, and I yanked my head phones out.
“Sorry!” I said, quickly. “I was just showing my friend around,” I held up the video call on my phone which showed Sarah gaping. Quickly, I ended the call, without saying goodbye.
“Amy!” Liam said, a bit too loudly. He looked different from this morning; paler, and more defined in the face and his voice sounded different as well, although I couldn’t place it. However, with one whiff of the air in the room, it was probably a safe bet to assume he was drunk. I recognized the smell of brandy from the kitchen … sweet and potent. “It’s ok, the more the merrier.”
“Liam,” Porsche growled, from her place on the desk. “I think Amy should head back to her dorms, right now.”
“Why?” He turned to her, a bit unsteadily. “She’s the best student in the school. She’s the only one that gives a damn about acting. The rest of them are after fame and fortune. Why shouldn’t she stay and join us?”#p#分页标题#e#
My mouth hit the floor at his words, which had no trace of sarcasm or untruth in them. He spoke them from his heart, obscured by alcohol as they were. And then he stumbled, reaching to a nearby desk for support. Without thinking, I moved forward, even though I was too far to catch him. I heard it before I felt it; the crunch of glass beneath my feet that speared right through my thin sandal and into my skin. It pierced deep, and I cried out from the pain, stumbling forwards myself in alarm. I put my arms out to catch myself, but panicked when I realized there was broken glass everywhere.
Liam grabbed me before I fully hit the ground, pulling me out of harm’s way before I could do too much damage to my skin. He had moved across the room at seemingly inhuman speed, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me to the left, so we both fell.
For a moment, I was in his lap, his strong arms around me, and I didn’t want to move, my heart beating so fast I thought it might explode. But then I felt the rush of blood as my muscles recovered from the fall, and I twisted, trying to get out of his grasp.
“Let go. Let Go. Please let go,” I cried, trying to assess where the blood was, and whether any of it had gotten on him. If he had even a drop of blood in any wound, in his face, there was a good chance he could be infected. Liam looked shocked at this, and released me, but soon, I had another problem.
Porsche was in front of me then, grabbing my wrists to get me to stop struggling.
“Amy, are you ok?”
“Please,” I said, surprised as tears sprung to my eyes. I had to make her understand. “Please, don’t touch me, NO!” I moved my arm away as she reached for it, sprouting blood from broken glass. “I’m HIV positive, my blood is infected. You can’t be anywhere near me. You need gloves!”
“Ssh, Honey,” her voice was gentle as she met my eyes. “Me too.”