Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel #1)(14)

His eyes roamed down her body. She was figureless. She was probably also flat-chested by the looks of it and fat. He confirmed his opinion by her baggy pants. In his experience women wore large clothes to cover extra weight. The only thing attractive about this woman was her blood. If he didn’t get out of here soon he would find out if her blood tasted as good as it smelled.

“Are you a policeman?” the boy asked.

“Joshua, you’re being rude,” she chastised the boy. She turned to look at him and smiled. “I’m sorry. This is Joshua and I’m Madison.”

He nodded. His fangs were throbbing painfully in his mouth for a taste of her. “We just arrived today,” she said when he didn’t make any attempt to introduce himself.

Again he nodded.

“Well, who are you?” Joshua asked.

He only turned and walked away. If he didn’t go into the house now he would regret it.

“What’s your name?” Joshua yelled.

“Ephraim,” he answered without looking back.

He made his way to the back of the house and up the backstairs. It wasn’t until he dropped the small bag on his desk that he remembered that he was supposed to have a new neighbor.

“Shit.”

It was Madison. She would be close by to tempt him day and night.

He ran his hands through his short black hair. He could do this. He could live here with this woman. They only shared a bathroom. She would keep both doors locked. Any woman with sense would lock the door when she lived in a boarding house even if it was run by her grandmother.

Not that a locked door would stop him. He could push the door down with a pinky finger, but it would serve as a useful reminder to him that she was off limits. He didn’t want to leave. He was happy here. No one bothered him. He liked his job. He liked living in the boarding house. He didn’t want to have his own place. He liked the idea of being alone, but not alone.

No, he would suck it up and wait. She had a new job according to Mrs. Buckman. She would save up and move out. Most young woman wanted to be on their own. Yes, that was it. He just had to wait her out.

He shook his head and grabbed the air fresheners and headed for the bathroom. He opened the door and froze. What the hell happened to the bathroom? Did Mrs. Buckman have it remolded for her granddaughter? He knew she was anxious to have the young woman here but he didn’t know that she would go to this extent.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. No, he smelled cleaning supplies and synthetic lemons. She cleaned. Everything including the floor beamed. Gone were his air fresheners, dirty towels, garbage and that disgusting odor. Now it was clean and organized. The shelves were filled with large fluffy towels. The shower was sparkling and held his shampoo and soap as well as her bathing products. He turned his attention to the medicine cabinet.

She took it upon herself to designate sides, made sense. His side held his razor, shaving gel and cologne. That little collection took up half of a shelf, leaving the other two shelves empty. Curious, he opened her side of the medicine cabinet. It was well stocked with cleaners, soaps, lotions, over the counter medicines, tweezers, ear swabs, nail polish remover and a pink razor. Pink. What difference did it make if it was pink? The other stuff was just as confusing. Why did she need the rest of it? Was she building something out of all that shit?

He closed the cabinet and opened the first drawer under the sink. Extra toilet paper. Okay, she would need that. He didn’t, but she would. That was reasonable. He closed that drawer and opened the bottom one and froze.

“Oh…..f*ck me….” His hands shook as he reached down and picked up the pink box, menstrual pads. “Fuck.”

He should have anticipated this when Mrs. Buckman told him that a young woman was moving in. He forgot about women’s courses. He stood up and studied the box. It was a mixed box whatever that meant. He looked it over only to discover it was super and regular. He had no clue what that meant, but it couldn’t be good where he was concerned.

His eyes closed and he prayed for control. The woman, no, the human whose blood attracted him like no other would be bleeding once a month next to his room and discarding blood soaked cotton in the trash can. This was hell. Pure hell. It would take every bit of control not to suck on those discarded pads. Even to him that sounded disgusting.

“Fuck.” There was nothing else to say. He dropped the box back in the drawer and kicked it shut. He braced his hands on the counter and looked in the mirror. His eyes were a fiery red. His teeth were lowered and he was drooling. Great. His only hope was to stay the hell away from this Madison person and pray she moved out before her courses came.

Chapter 3

Madison was ripped from her pleasant dream of warmth by rap music. “What the hell?” She forced her eyes to focus on the alarm clock by her bed. It was three in the morning. Who the hell was playing rap music at three in the morning?

She pulled her knit hat down on her head and jumped out of bed and immediately began shivering. Her baggy sweatshirt and tee shirt weren’t doing the job. The sweatpants might as well be made of paper for all the warmth it provided. The only thing that seemed to keep her warm was the thick socks. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and looked around. That horrible music was coming from her room, but where? It was loud and annoying.

Why was it coming from her room? She stumbled over her unpacked boxes.

“Ouch!”