(54) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

(Del)

I glanced over Trev’s shoulder for a second and saw the two men he’d talked to in the restaurant were sitting at the bar. One of them was staring over at us. “Looks like you’re being followed,” I told him.

He turned and a scowl crossed his face, erasing the happy man he’d been just moments ago. “I thought I took care of them.” He started to slide out of the booth.

“Hang on Trev. What’s going on? You said they were friends of yours.”

He sank back down into his seat, shaking his head. “I didn’t want you to be worried.”

“About what?” I was frowning now as well. I took another look at the men, studying them. “Oh no,” I whispered when reality hit. “They recognized me, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, the one did.” His anger was palpable now.

“What did they say?”

“Nothing worth repeating, Del. Trust me on that one. But I need to finish what I thought I’d done.”

He was out of the booth now, heading across the floor to them. I sank low in my seat. I’d never escape my old life and I knew that now. I’d always have to be looking over my shoulder for men like them who had paid me for sex.

I watched as Trev reached the men. There was a brief discussion and then he was coming back. He didn’t look happy but the angry look was gone. Sliding into the booth he reached across to take my hands.

“There’s nothing to worry about from them, other than that they think you’re one hell of a handsome guy. That’s why they were staring at you.”

I sighed in relief but wondered… “Trev, what did you do to them?”

He smiled slightly. “I didn’t intimidate them, if that’s what you’re asking. I just took away their memories of you.”

“Oh? Oh, like in the movies where the Vampyre wipes his victim’s mind. You can do that too?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, comes with the territory, I found out. I can’t control people, or make them forget everything. But I can twist bits of memory or erase just one small part. It comes in handy when I save someone who’s seen me kill the Vampyre who attacked them.”

“Or in this case someone who remembers I was the hooker who got them off.” I pulled my hands away, looking at him. “You can’t be there every time some man recognizes me and make him forget.”

“I know Del. I wish I could be.”