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The Lunatic Cafe :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"Bye, Anita."
"Bye." We hung up. My stomach was one hard knot of dread. If we were going to have «the» fight, the breakup fight, I didn't want to have it at my apartment, but Richard was right. We didn't want to be screaming about lycanthropes and killing people in a public restaurant. Still, it was not going to be a good time.
"Is Richard angry about last night?" Kaspar asked.
"Yeah."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I need the complete stories about the disappearances: struggles, who last saw them, that sort of thing."
"Marcus said all questions directly about the disappearances should be answered only by him."
"You always do what he says?"
"Not always, but he's quite adamant about this, Anita. I am not a predator. I cannot defend myself against Marcus at his worst."
"Would he really kill you for going against his wishes?"
"Perhaps not kill me, but I would be hurting for a very, very long time."
I shook my head. "He doesn't sound any better than most master vampires I know."
"I don't personally know any master vampires. I am forced to take your word for that."
I had to smile. I knew more monsters than the monsters did. "Would Richard know?"
"Perhaps, and if not, he could help you find out."
I wanted to ask him if Richard was as bad as Marcus. I wanted to know if my sweetie was really a beast at heart. I didn't ask. If I wanted to know about Richard, I should ask Richard.
"Unless you have more information, Kaspar, I have work to do." It sounded grumpy even to me. I smiled to try to soften it but didn't take it back. I wanted this whole mess to go away, and he was a reminder of it.
He stood. "If you need any assistance, please call."
"You'll only be able to give me the assistance Marcus okays, right?"
A slight flush colored his pale skin, a pink glow like colored sugar. "I am afraid so."
"I don't think I'll be calling," I said.
"You don't trust Marcus?"
I laughed, but it was harsh, not amused. "Do you?"
He smiled, and gave a slight nod of his head. "I suppose not." He moved for the door.
I had my hand on the doorknob when I turned and asked, "Is it really a family curse?"
"My affliction?"
"Yeah."
"Not a family one, but a curse, yes."
"Like in the fairy tale?" I said.
"Fairy tale sounds like such a gentle thing. The original stories are often quite gruesome."
"I've read some of them.
"Bye, Anita."
"Bye." We hung up. My stomach was one hard knot of dread. If we were going to have «the» fight, the breakup fight, I didn't want to have it at my apartment, but Richard was right. We didn't want to be screaming about lycanthropes and killing people in a public restaurant. Still, it was not going to be a good time.
"Is Richard angry about last night?" Kaspar asked.
"Yeah."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I need the complete stories about the disappearances: struggles, who last saw them, that sort of thing."
"Marcus said all questions directly about the disappearances should be answered only by him."
"You always do what he says?"
"Not always, but he's quite adamant about this, Anita. I am not a predator. I cannot defend myself against Marcus at his worst."
"Would he really kill you for going against his wishes?"
"Perhaps not kill me, but I would be hurting for a very, very long time."
I shook my head. "He doesn't sound any better than most master vampires I know."
"I don't personally know any master vampires. I am forced to take your word for that."
I had to smile. I knew more monsters than the monsters did. "Would Richard know?"
"Perhaps, and if not, he could help you find out."
I wanted to ask him if Richard was as bad as Marcus. I wanted to know if my sweetie was really a beast at heart. I didn't ask. If I wanted to know about Richard, I should ask Richard.
"Unless you have more information, Kaspar, I have work to do." It sounded grumpy even to me. I smiled to try to soften it but didn't take it back. I wanted this whole mess to go away, and he was a reminder of it.
He stood. "If you need any assistance, please call."
"You'll only be able to give me the assistance Marcus okays, right?"
A slight flush colored his pale skin, a pink glow like colored sugar. "I am afraid so."
"I don't think I'll be calling," I said.
"You don't trust Marcus?"
I laughed, but it was harsh, not amused. "Do you?"
He smiled, and gave a slight nod of his head. "I suppose not." He moved for the door.
I had my hand on the doorknob when I turned and asked, "Is it really a family curse?"
"My affliction?"
"Yeah."
"Not a family one, but a curse, yes."
"Like in the fairy tale?" I said.
"Fairy tale sounds like such a gentle thing. The original stories are often quite gruesome."
"I've read some of them.