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Pierre could hear the knocking on the door, but
couldn't find the strength to rouse himself from sleep. He had been ignoring
the incessant knocking on his door all day, and he was planning on doing the
same about this particular disturbance, but something was crowing in the
back of his mind.
Somehow, he knew that it was Tommy at the other
end of the door. Pierre hadn't heard Tommy say a word, and it wasn't a
familiar knock; it was like he could just smell him, or something.
From the deep alcoves of sleep, Pierre could hear
breathing and the increasingly louder footsteps of a large child or perhaps,
a small or skinny woman. The footsteps grew increasing louder until they
stopped outside the door. At the door was a woman, and it was her time of
the month. Pierre couldn't say for sure, but he could smell it on her. She
was speaking to Tommy, and he was removing her keys from her pocket.
The door to Pierre's room opened, and although his
eyes never opened, he could see her as she stepped into the room and cast
eyes on him while he slept. She stared at him for the briefest of moments,
and Pierre could sense her sexual desire and frustration welling inside of
her. She hadn't had sex in a very long time, and she needed it. More
so, she wanted Pierre. He plucked that thought directly from her brain,
before her mind fully understood what she was feeling.
She left the room, leaving the door open a crack
behind her. Pierre could here her words now, but, he had been hearing them
inside of her mind the whole time anyway, so the words being audible was no
revelation.
"All set. Take it easy."
Her footsteps resumed again, but they grew faint
in their distance. Pierre stirred a little as Tommy walked into the room and
took a look at him in the bed. Tommy thoughts were of concern for his
friend, and it caused Pierre to smile in his sleep.
Tommy picked up the phone and dialed a number
quickly.
"Can I have a large bbq-chicken pizza
delivered to...", Pierre let the words drift into the air like mist as
he began to hear Tommy's heart beating loudly inside his chest. The beating
of his heart sounded like a drum at a rock concert. The beat was strong and
powerful. Tommy was obviously a healthy, and delicious, man that took care
of himself, physically. He would taste very good!
Pierre stirred in his bed, the thoughts of dining
on his friend's blood disturbing him. More disturbing than that was the fact
that the idea of drinking Tommy's blood was pleasing. Suddenly, a thought
entered Tommy' mind that intrigued Pierre. It was about Sara, and it was an
evil thought about her. For some reason, Tommy disliked Sara immensely.
Pierre's eyes shot open and the image of the room
flooded his eyes like never before. All the colors of the room appeared
sharper and clearer. It was like he was seeing shapes and colors and sizes
for the first time. Or seeing them with different eyes? He sat up and
noticed that Tommy was looking out the window and in a thoughtful trance. He
was thinking about tonight, and the possible threats, problems or worries
about some guy named Pablo. He was going to ask Pierre for a favor because
of Pablo, and Pierre was going to agree to whatever it was because he could
sense that Tommy felt threatened by Pablo, and he didn't like the scent of
fear from his friend.
Pierre swung his legs over the side of the bed and
continued to stare at Tommy, who stood motionless in front of the window.
Tommy turned around, and Pierre could tell that he was shocked to see him
awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him with empty eyes. Tommy
took a momentary step back, but quickly gained his composure and moved to
the seat across from the bed. He sat down and looked at his friend with
surprise and concern.
Tommy said, 'How are you feeling, buddy?"
For a moment, Pierre answered him with his mind
only, and then started to wonder if he would be capable of speaking. He had
been asleep for a while, hours, maybe a day or longer, and he wondered if he
would be able to talk, or if he would sound hoarse and raspy. Also, he
wondered if he should let on how long he had been sleeping, and that he was
well aware of it. Instead, the words seemed to fly out of his mouth.
"Hey, what's up? Have you been waiting long?
Are we late for class?"
The words were perfect. They sounded like they
were confused, but they weren't hoarse or raspy; instead they were natural
and clear. He realized that deceiving even his closest friend, was
excessively easy.
Tommy smiled and went to the fridge, where he
opened it and collected two beers. He opened both with his index fingers, a
trick that Pierre had never had much luck with, and passed one to Pierre. A
thought passed directly into Pierre's mind, a thought from Tommy. Nothing
better than a cold beer! Any other day, Pierre would have heartedly agreed,
but today, he could think of another liquid that would quench his thirst far
better than the beer ever could. But he kept that thought to himself as he
watched Tommy crash back into the chair and take a long swallow.
Tommy smiled and said, "You missed class, oh,
seven hours ago."
Pierre knew that, but he couldn't let Tommy knew
that he knew it. Something deep inside of him was telling him not to trust
(humans) Tommy. A thought that if Tommy knew his truth, he would find a way
to have Pierre killed.
Pierre forced himself to look at his clock, a
thing that was harder said than done when he already knew the time, and knew
that he knew it. Then, he was forced to ask another stupid question that he
already knew the answer to.
"Is it really six fifteen?"
Tommy smiled again. Pierre was beginning to
dislike that smile, a lot.
Tommy said, "Really is. Did you really sleep
all day?"
The answer came out automatically, as if he had no
control of it.
"I guess I must have. Oh well. I must have
needed the rest. Have you talked to Sara? She's gonna be pissed that I blew
her off all day."
Sara, oh yeah, I saw her. She took some random
guy home last night and fucked him. But, I think she might still act mad
that you didn't call her today!
Pierre plucked Tommy's thought right out of his
head, and began to understand that Tommy had seen Sara leave somewhere, with
a guy that she may have slept with last night. But, ironically, he could
have cared less about Sara. She no longer held any fascination with him.
Pierre wondered what Tommy would actually say, but
he knew that he wasn't ready to tell him the total truth, not yet.
Tommy said, "Haven't seen her. Are you
hungry?"
Pierre simply nodded, hoping he would appear tired
of the questions, and they would abate. A thought occurred to him, and it
was a timely one at that. He needed to take a shower, and that would give
him long enough to get his head together, and possibly figure some things
out for himself. But, he quickly realized that he would need to give some
type of answer so that Tommy didn't think that he knew about Sara.
The words came out automatically, again.
" I should be. Christ, I slept for eighteen
hours. Let me grab a quick shower, then we can eat the pizza."
Fuck! I wasn't supposed to know he ordered a
pizza. I hope he didn't notice! Tommy showed no recognition of catching
Pierre in his deceit.
Pierre was off the bed and to the closet in a
flash.
That was the moment that Tommy asked him about the
favor.
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