Free Forever and Always by H. T. Night Page B

answered. “We left it the way you like it, with the Phantom of the Opera poster still hanging on the ceiling. We know you like it when the Phantom watches over you while you’re sleeping.”
    “Ha ha, very funny. I’m not the musical guy. That’s Tommy’s department.”
    “I think Phantom has a great score,” Tommy said. “But it lacks in overall story.  So if you want someone to look over you it should probably be Jean Valjean from Les Miserables.”
    “You really are a drama queen, Tom,” I said, laughing and walking to the room.  Lena had gotten up and followed me into the bedroom. We closed the door and got in the bed and cuddled until I fell asleep. Oddly enough, she never said one word to me.

Chapter Eleven

    I woke up from a deep sleep and nearly fell out of the bed. The bed that Lena was sleeping on really wasn't big enough for two people, especially because she was a major bed hog. I scooted out from underneath the covers and made sure not to wake her. I tiptoed to the door and quietly open it. I closed the door behind me and walked out towards the living room. Yari was awake and sitting alone on the couch. She looked up at me and smiled, “Good evening, sleepy head.”
    “Good evening, to you,” I said. “Is everyone else asleep?”
    “Yeah, Tommy is asleep in my bed, and Wyatt is asleep in the bathtub. He is so weird.”
    “What are you doing?” I asked.
    “I was thinking about going out and maybe doing a feeding.”
    “A feeding? Seriously?”
    “Yeah. Why not? Want to come?”
    “That’s not really my thing.” Just the thought of relying on other people’s blood for survival made me nauseous. To actually do it was a whole different story.
    “Oh yeah, I forgot.  You’re able to still eat things like tuna casserole.”
    “Don’t be hater. Where are you planning on going?” I asked.
    “There’s a strip club I like to go to where guys are up for pretty much anything.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yeah, they come out of the club horny as hell. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.”
    “What do you say to them?”
    “I tell them if we go to their car that I'll make their night.”
    “Yeah?” I had to admit Yari's little story was kind of turning me on. “So, do you have sex with them and then drink their blood?”
    “Who said anything about having sex? I don't even let them kiss me. I tell them to put their seat back and close their eyes. Then I kiss their neck a little, and then I go in for a feeding.”
    “What do they do?”
    “They usually freak out at first, but I tell them it's a huge turn on for me, and I'll make it worth their pain.”
    “Wow.”
    “I can usually get two to three good feedings in on a good night.”
    I couldn’t tell if I was grossed out or turned on, but I looked at Yari’s hot little body and said, “Well, it’s doing wonders for you.”
    “A girl has to keep her figure up.”
    “Apparently so,” I said laughing.
    “So, do want to tag along?”
    “No, Yari. I'll pass. I can still eat steak.”
    “That is unfair. I can only suck the juice off, if it's extremely rare. The Triat hates me.”
    “I'm pretty sure the Triat is very fond of you.”
    “You think?”
    “Think about it. You played a pivotal role in all of this.”
    “I would like to think I did. But these days no one pays much attention to me.”
    “What about Tommy?” I asked.
    Yari started to say something, but stopped herself.
    “What is it?” I asked.
    “Ok, we don't have to go feed, but let's go for a fly.”
    “As birds?”
    “You can be whatever the hell you want. I can only fly as a bird. Like I said, the Triat hates me.”
    “Where do you want to go?”
    “Monterrey.”
    “Ha ha, very funny.” Yari was referring to the hot time we had in the city by the ocean.
    “I'm serious, let's go up north. How about San Francisco?”
    San Francisco? That did sound interesting. “How fast can we get there?”
    “In about an hour.”
    It sounded like fun to just get up