Living Dead in Dallas

Dockers, his Nikes were new and spotless, and he was shaved as clean as a razor could get. I was willing to bet he did fifty push-ups every morning. There was an undercurrent of excitement in his every move and gesture; Gabe was really pumped about something.
    I tried to “read” the area for life, but I was too agitated to concentrate.
    “I’m glad you’re here, Steve,” Gabe said. “While Sarah is showing our visitors the shelter, maybe you can give our guest room a look-see.” He nodded his head to the door in the right side of the narrow concrete hall. There was another door at the end of it, and a door to the left.
    I hated it down here. I had pleaded claustrophobia to get out of this. Now that I had been coerced into coming down the stairs, I was finding that it was a true failing of mine. The musty smell, the glare of the artificial light, and the sense of enclosure . . . I hated it all. I didn’t want to stay here. My palms broke out in a sweat. My feet felt anchored to the ground. “Hugo,” I whispered. “I don’t want to do this.” There was very little act in the desperation in my voice. I didn’t like to hear it, but it was there.
    “She really needs to get back upstairs,” Hugo said apologetically. “If you all don’t mind, we’ll just go back up and wait for you there.”
    I turned around, hoping this would work, but I found myself looking up into Steve’s face. He wasn’t smiling anymore. “I think you two need to wait in the other room over there, until I’m through with my business. Then, we’ll talk.” His voice brooked no discussion, and Sarah opened the door to disclose a bare little room with two chairs and two cots.
    “No,” I said, “I can’t do that,” and I shoved Steve as hard as I could. I am very strong, very strong indeed, since I’ve had vampire blood, and despite his size, hestaggered. I nipped up the stairs as fast as I could move, but a hand closed around my ankle, and I fell most painfully. The edges of the stairs hit me everywhere, across my left cheekbone, my breasts, my hipbones, my left knee. It hurt so much I almost gagged.
    “Here, little lady,” said Gabe, hauling me to my feet.
    “What have you—how could you hurt her like that?” Hugo was sputtering, genuinely upset. “We come here thinking of joining your group, and this is the way you treat us?”
    “Drop the act,” Gabe advised, and he twisted my arm behind my back before I had gotten my wits back from the fall. I gasped with the new pain, and he propelled me into the room, at the last minute grabbing my wig and yanking it off my head. Hugo stepped in behind me, though I gasped, “No!” and then they shut the door behind him.
    And we heard it lock.
    And that was that.
     
    “ S OOKIE ,” HUGO SAID , “there’s a dent across your cheekbone.”
    “No shit,” I muttered weakly.
    “Are you badly hurt?”
    “What do you think?”
    He took me literally. “I think you have bruises and maybe a concussion. You didn’t break any bones, did you?”
    “Not but one or two,” I said.
    “And you’re obviously not hurt badly enough to cut out the sarcasm,” Hugo said. If he could be angry with me, it would make him feel better, I could tell, and I wondered why. But I didn’t wonder too hard. I was pretty sure I knew.
    I was lying on one of the cots, an arm across my face,trying to keep private and do some thinking. We hadn’t been able to hear much happening in the hall outside. Once I thought I’d heard a door opening, and we’d heard muted voices, but that was all. These walls were built to withstand a nuclear blast, so I guess the quiet was to be expected.
    “Do you have a watch?” I asked Hugo.
    “Yes. It’s five-thirty.”
    A good two hours until the vampires rose.
    I let the quiet go on. When I knew hard-to-read Hugo must have relapsed into his own thoughts, I opened my mind and I listened with complete concentration.
    Not supposed to happen like this, don’t like this, surely everything’ll be okay, what about when we need to go to the bathroom, I can’t haul it out in front of her, maybe Isabel won’t ever know, I should have known after that girl last night, how can I get out of this still practicing law, if I begin to distance myself after tomorrow maybe I can kind of ease out of it  . . .
    I pressed my arm against my eyes hard enough to hurt, to stop myself from jumping up and grabbing a chair and beating Hugo Ayres senseless. At present, he didn’t