Fred sat in the living room now, waiting for Clara to come down the stairs. He looked for a phone in the living room but there is no phone around him. He needs to call The Wild Clover to get connected with the Accountant so he can get connected with Val. The only person that had a phone on him is Val Lioncourt.
A mumble of conversation rambled in one of the upstairs bedrooms when Clara’s voice spoke and a little girl’s voice replied. Fred rubbed his hands together when Clara closed the bedroom door, tottering down the stairs when Fred wondered with his mind concentrating with his training from the past. Clara came into the living room, a woman who is still young but is starting to show her ages when she smiled at Fred and sat down with her sleeping pants and her loose shirt on.
“Why are you here?” Clara asked Fred.
“I came in search for help.” Fred opened both of his hands and then returned them back to his lap.
“Aren’t you a long way from home.” Clara brightened a smile once more.
“You’re not in any bad trouble,” She moved closer to the edge of her seat.
“Are you?”
“I don’t want to say. I just want a phone and I’ll leave you in peace. I will tell no one about this.” Fred pointed to the stairs leading up to the second floor.
“You do have a lot to bargain for, Mr. If you persuade me then you can walk out of here. I just want to know if you are in sort of rite?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean?”
“The scar on your stomach; you didn’t get that from an accident. You get that from an encounter. What is under your shirt is more than meets the eye. Am I right?” Clara moved back in her seat when Fred dropped his eyes before peering them back up again.
“You want to know if I’m a hunter.”
She poked her finger at him with her face blank.
“I was but my matters are not with hurting your little ones. I don’t kill children.”
“But you did kill vampire children, did you?”
“More than I can count.”
Clara performed an arid smile.
“I’m going to make some tea and you are going to sit there. Then I’ll consider about that phone call. I’m sure you’re not going to bolt out. That would be a mistake if you do.” Clara gave him a scolding look when Fred sat back in the chair.
Clara looked at him with piercing eyes before getting up and walking out of the living room, casting herself into the darkness where the kitchen is somewhere in that darkness.
Fred kept his hands planted on his lap, looking at the scenes on the wall. He realized that it is a parlor that has not been rearranged before McKinley was shot. There are old paintings on the wall and the colors that are painted on those walls are sure to be out of style. He even looked at the chair, wondering how old this chair is when he patted the dirt out of the armrests.
This is a museum more than a house. It’s like a time warp in here.
He waited when there is the sound of tires peeling in the distance. It is too far to hear when Fred turned his head to the front door before turning his head back to the darkness in the room in front of him. The kettle whistled some minutes later when it is snuffed. Clara came back into the room with a serving tray of tea, sugar, honey, and two glasses of water.
“Now considering that you’re not from around her then where are you from?” Clara asked after setting the serving tray down on the table in front of them.
“I came from the Midwest.”
“Why did you leave there?”
“I did something that the rest of the organization did not like.”
Clara didn’t smile, just nodded her head.
“So you’re in hiding?”
“Yes.”
Clara pointed at the cup of tea that is on the table.
“Fill it up. The pot is getting cool.” Clara leaned over with her black hair dropping on her shoulders. She collected the cup of tea, the saucer, and filled the cup up with regular tea.
Fred did the same, waiting for her to drink it first when he did the same. A motor started to rev up in the distance, getting closer when Clara peered out the window. She turned her head to the sound of what appears to be a car getting closer.
“What in the world is that?” Clara got up from the chair to see what is going on outside.
By the time she peered out the window, there is a long car in front of the house. She bounded back from the window, fetching the shotgun that is in the corner of the living room and hopping towards the front door.
“Wait!?” Fred jumped up from his seat and ran towards the window. He knew that car when he saw it, jumping from that window and running across the living room floor like it is set a fire. He came to the hallway when the six faces that are on the stairs focused their red bloodlust eyes over the foyer of the hallway. Clara opened the door when Fred ordered her to wait. It all happened so fast.
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