Brick walls rose high above me on each side swallowing my little body in between them, thus making the area I was traveling seem a lot smaller than it actually was. Alice down the rabbit hole? No, more like Adelay down the rabbit hole.
Alice was on her way to a drug induced land of make-believe, with talking cats and rabbits. I was on my way to a cemetery of death and destruction, fully fucking sober -if you didn’t count my tainted drink mishap earlier- because the spike of adrenaline from Xander’s call had counteracted any alcohol from earlier.
Suddenly I was gasping for air. My claustrophobia had set in full force, feeling like a boa constrictor wrapped tightly around my chest, squeezing slowly and tortuously only allowing my lungs to push out and take in short, shallow breaths every couple of seconds. My lungs hurt from the pressure of my own phobia.
I picked up the pace to get out of the enclosed space; even though coming to the end would only bring me to something terribly worse than a little case of claustrophobia.
One thing was for sure, running around in heels and a dress was not as easy as they made it look in the movies. The end of my rabbit hole finally came, bringing me back into the spacious night air and directly in front of Hanover’s Cemetery, concealed behind an ominous wrought iron entrance.
Part two of my vision. Before entering, I pulled my cell phone out of my purse to call Davin and if he didn’t answer, Sully, one final time out of desperation.
Beep…beep…beep was the only repetitive sound reverberating on the other end. Of course, no service. What were the odds?
I looked pleadingly to the sky. “Could you please cut me a little slack here? I’m trying to help an innocent soul in need.”
I exhaled the breath I had been holding in during my failed calls for help, gathering up whatever nerve I could find to shuffle my feet a few more inches forward, and into the graveyard that should be solely an eternal resting spot for the dead. Not where werewolves lured in their prey for whatever type of perverse act they intended to commit. Here I was, standing alone at the end of the path with no sense of direction except straight and absolutely no vampire by my side for protection.
What the hell was I getting myself into? I tossed my phone on the ground, planning on grabbing it later because without reception it was of no use anyways; plus, this little dress had no pockets. I chose the wrong night to not wear jeans.
Moving forward inside, I prayed tonight was one of the nights when Davin could hear my thoughts wherever he was right now and know that his beloved was in danger.
The night of my first attack, after I left the Nugget Theater, it had been pure luck that Davin knew something was wrong -that was before I knew that he was a vampire. And so was the night at The Cell, when Gretchen decided to run into the woods, but everyone’s luck runs short now and again. Hopefully, luck would take a little pity on me by giving me one more chance at a successful rescue.
Hesitantly I drug my feet through the arched entrance. The snow had begun to pick up in small flurries, leaving the cemetery grounds speckled with a very thin white sheet and hundreds of headstones with a light dusting of snow on their tops. Fog eerily seeped in through the gaps of the wrought iron fence, encasing the entire cemetery. Some patches of brown grass still peeked from underneath the freshly fallen snow, showing the threatened storm hadn’t arrived at its worst yet.
One headstone stood out from the rest like a sore thumb. It was a statue, much taller than me, of an angel reaching her hands to the heavens and very much resembling the tattoo on Davin’s back.
Davin’s sexy back that went hand in hand with his entire sexy body, that I would kill to be at home with right now wrestling underneath the covers of his oversized bed, feeling his mouth all over my body; not poking around some cemetery in the dead of night -no pun intended.
But instead, he left me here alone with a werewolf on the prowl when I knew deep within my gut that it wasn’t a good idea from the beginning. I shook the vision out of my head. It was time to think clearly, not cloud my mind with sexual and angry thoughts of Davin. Looking again at the lifeless granite statue, I read the engraving that was chiseled beneath her stone dress embedded deep within her base.
HERE LIES OUR CHERISHED ADELAY DARLEY
My stomach trembled as I frantically brushed away a small layer of snow from the cold stone, taking a closer look at the engraving.
HERE LIES OUR CHERISHED AVELINE DAY
Whew! My insides simmered down a bit, but not enough before I looked up again at the angelic statue. A single tear sparkled on her weathered cheek underneath the full moon’s light representing an almost identical picture now to the one on Davin’s back. I reached up to touch her cracked stone face, feeling a piece of snow, not a tear; melt underneath the warmth of my finger.
My eyes were playing horrible tricks on me, causing me to see things that weren’t really there. Or could it be that it was possibly something more? Someone merely playing tricks with my delicate mind that wanted to let me know that it was aware of my presence?
I shivered when a cold wisp of wind lifted my hair off the nape of my neck.
Running from the club I had forgotten my coat, and
