The Leech

[jackofallgeeks]

Samuel barged into the room almost as soon as Keith had unbolted the chain. The door swung heavily into the wall as the larger man pushed past Keith, a stern look on his hard features. "Where is it, Keith?" he asked in a gruff voice, walking into the kitchenette. "Where's what? What are you looking for, Sam?" He closed and locked the door as Samuel left the kitchenette for the living area. Soft, jazzy music played on Keith's disc-changer. "The Vampire, Keith. I know it's been here." There were a couple sets of dishes on the glass-top coffee table; a couple half-eaten plates of casserole and a pair of glasses. He sniffed the reddish liquids. Just wine. "Sam, what are you talking about? Are you OK?" "That thing you brought back from the club a few night ago. She was here. Where did she go?" "Jessica? What do you want with Jessica?" Keith became cold and took a step toward Samuel. "She's not what you think she is, Keith. I have to stop her." "Stop her? Look, I don't know what this is about, but Jessica's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love her, Sam." Samuel turned to face Keith, grabbed his chin and tilted his head in either direction, looking at his neck. No marks. "Hey, what's that for? Sam, what's up?" Samuel snapped his fingers in front of of Keith's face. "Look, you're not in love with her. She's messing with your head." "You're wrong." "No, you're wrong, Keith. She's a predator." "Shut up." "Listen to me. She's dangerous. I have to find her and stop her." "I said shut up." Keith balled his hands into fists. "Look, I just--" There was a crack of bone against bone, and Samuel found himself on the floor. The smaller man had knocked him down with one swing. Keith had his back turned. "Get out." Keith said, his voice colder than steal. Samuel got to his feet and rubbed his jaw. He strode to the door and into the hallway. A soft click of the latch, and he was gone.