The Vampire Hunter's Daughter: Complete Collection(52)

I poured two into my hand. After a few seconds of contemplation, I added another one in the hope they would kick in quickly. I closed the lid on the toilet and sat so I could gently pull the bandage off the wound on my thigh. As I suspected, nothing was there. The only evidence of the injury was a thin, white, misshapen scar.

Well, at least that was one less thing to worry about.

After tossing the used bandage into the waste basket, I wandered back into the sitting room and found the breakfast that had smelled so good consisted of hash browns; eggs, over easy; sausage links, and toast.

It surprised me he was feeding me so well, although I knew Alice had most of the say in what was done in the kitchen. I kind of figured I might be made to eat bread and water for the next several months.

Alice was damned lucky I hadn’t been awake when she brought the cart up though. I still wanted to finish things with her.

While I ate, I tried to ignore the fact I watched by cameras. I also suspected there were far more vampires in the house now that I wasn’t allowed to roam about.

Crap.

When I finished eating, I put my napkin on top of my plate and turned to get up. Intentionally, but making it look like an accident, I brushed all of my silverware and the half full glass of orange juice onto the floor.

“Dang it!” I muttered loudly. “Just great.”

I grabbed the napkin off of my plate and got down on my hands and knees. I wasn’t really sure where exactly the cameras were, but I had to take a chance.

Using the napkin, I scrubbed away at the juice and discreetly placed my knee over the butter knife. After scrubbing it sufficiently I leaned over just a tad and used the napkin to wrap the silverware, except the butter knife, which I quickly slid into my boot.

I crawled backward and stood. I set the bundle and glass on the table, making some annoyed noises for the show, even though I was actually triumphant.

With the intention of killing some time and making it look like I was just bored, I wandered over to the couch and flopped onto it, stretching out with my feet up. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, trying to find something interesting. I stopped at “Blade.” I’d forgotten about him. He was supposed to be a vampire hunter too, and like me, was half vampire.

Interesting. At least there was something besides reality shows to watch while I waited. I never could understand how people could watch those. Like real life didn’t have enough drama, people wanted to go watch someone else’s on TV.

I let my mind go a bit numb and was deep into watching Blade kick ass, when the door locks released.

I looked over and watched a tall male vampire slip inside the door, head straight to the breakfast table without even glancing my way, and cleared the used dishes onto the cart.

“Hey!” I hollered at him.

Obviously, he knew I was there, because he glanced over and nodded at me.

“I just came in to get the cart,” he told me.

“Well, have fun being Trevor’s little maid,” I said to him, turning back to Blade.

He didn’t bother responding; he hurried back to the door and rapped on it.

“It’s me,” he called out to whoever was on the other side. The locks released, and he wheeled the cart through the open door, and then quickly shut it. Again, the locks slid back into place, the sound confirming my imprisonment.

After Blade was over, I got up and messed around with the stuff on my desk for a while, organizing and straightening. When I thought enough time had passed, I grabbed a book off the shelf and went into the bathroom.

I slid open the door on the tub and set my book down on the ledge, started the water and flipped the stopper. I bent and tested the temperature of the water and then looked around for bubble bath, when I found some vanilla scented bubbles, I dumped an ungodly amount underneath the stream of water and watched the bubbles begin to form.

While the tub filled, I put my hair way up on top of my head in a big bun. I backtracked into my bedroom to the closet. With every ounce of my being, I hoped the closet didn’t have a camera inside. I opened the door and stepped inside. I bent over to take off my boots. Discreetly, I slid my hand down into my boot, like I was trying get the boot off my foot, and palmed the butter knife. I stood and slid the butter knife beneath the waistband of my pants and underwear. It fitted snugly against my skin. At the same time, I lifted my left hand and sifted through the hanging clothes for a shirt. Feeling certain the knife was safely hidden, I ripped a shirt off a hanger without really looking at it and backed out of the closet.

Back in the bathroom, I checked the tub. Seeing it was full and almost overflowing with vanilla bubbles, I shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy white towel. I hated the fact that there were cameras in the bathroom. I knew I was taking it for granted Oscar's comment about being videotaped was true, but I couldn’t take a chance, because it was more likely than not.

First, I took off my shirt and wrapped the towel completely around my body. Only then did I remove my pants. I had to be really careful while I was taking them off. Luckily, it probably looked to whoever was watching like I was just sore from the escape attempt the night before. I wiggled gently out of them, holding the towel closed around my private areas.

It also occurred to me I wasn’t supposed to know that there were cameras. Realistically, it wouldn’t matter if Oscar had told me or not. Trevor knew I was smart enough to know he’d been watching me outside with cameras, so it wouldn’t be strange for me to assume cameras would be installed in my rooms. He managed to lock me inside a metal prison. Why not watch what I’m up to as well?