Chapter 4: Secret Rendezvous

We left in his car and headed towards the hospital. The roads were icy, and the sporty little car had a hard time sticking to them. We got to the hospital and parked on the visitor’s side of the parking lot. He grabbed me around the waist and shot himself up and landed on a small window ledge. He pried open the window and let us into the room. We immediately heard a woman yelling hysterically on the other side of the door.

“He is going to die. He was in a car accident and is brain dead,” I said resolutely.

“How do you know that to be true?” Dean said as he walked over to see the man’s chart. “Well, it is true ... how did you know that?”

“I don’t know! I just ... you know how you said that the gift heightened your existing senses ... well, I think I was partly psychic before, and it has given me the gift fully. Her mind,” I said as I motioned to the door, “is like an open book; his is completely void of anything.”

“The only reason he is alive is because of those machines. Please take him; it is the right thing to do, and she wants it,” he said.

I went over to his side and leaned my neck to get the best angle. His flesh was warm and sweet. I made him my first victim and drank until he died peacefully. The EKG machine went off, and Dean grabbed me up swiftly and jumped out of the window onto the ledge. He slid the window shut and jumped down to the ground with me in his arms. We came to the ground softly but swiftly and scurried back to the car. I felt the rush of my first meal and the blood coursing through my veins.

It was silence for a few minutes as we drove off until Dean said, “So what am I thinking about?”

“Well, you are thinking about how I can read minds, who you are going to tell when we go to the club tomorrow, and what else you plan to do tonight ... no, we are not going to soil the pool house at the hotel,” I said.

He didn’t say anything, just drove on.

“I can block it though. I don’t like knowing what you are thinking, and it spoils the surprise!” I told him.

He smiled, “That’s good. I like surprising you! But we are going to the club tomorrow. It should be a little more interesting this time. For now, we are going home. I guess we won’t be having any fun though,” he pouted, his bottom lip protruding slightly.

“No one said we weren’t going to have fun. I just said we weren’t going to do it in the pool house for god’s sake!” I chuckled. “Can we go to the club again tonight? I just want to go out and do something.”

“The club is closed now. It’s almost five in the morning, but if you wanted, we could get something to eat at Denny’s,” he said.

“I want some eggs and waffles and hash browns and a big glass of orange juice!”

He just smiled at me and said, “That sounds good, and then we can sleep away the day together.”

We did a U-turn and headed towards the restaurant. The first rays of sunlight were coloring the horizon a pale yellow. I couldn’t think of much to say, so I just leaned over and rested on his shoulder as he drove. Occasionally, he would rub my cheek with a free hand. I offered him my hand, and he held it tightly as he drove. We pulled into the lot, and I had dosed off for a moment, and he just stared at me. I was his forever. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. I woke up with a smile and kissed him, a very passionate kiss. He broke it off after a moment, and we walked into Denny’s, and the hostess seated us.

Surprisingly, there were quite a few people in there: a few truckers, some teens, but mostly businessmen who dined on coffee and toast. We looked at our menus as we sat in the booth. He played footsie with me, and for once, I played back. After we had made our minds up on what we wanted, we used the menus to make a wall on the table so the others couldn’t see us. We leaned over the table to each other and kissed some more. We heard the waitress clear her throat and looked up to see her standing over us. We broke our kiss, and I sat back down, my face red.