Vincent watched as Owen made a reasonable sound, but didn't trust it. Feelings like that didn't just go away. When Owen permitted him to go ahead with it, he was caught between refusing and going ahead. Refusing would just make things worse, after he played a few different scenarios in his head, all with dire results. He watched as his love got up and started dressing, so he turned around and reached for the mobile on his bedside.
He'd spied Tamara's name before closing his book, and decided she would be best. She was one of his older contacts, and not often called, but was fairly sure she would be available for him. He opened his book again, flipped to T, gave Owen a cursory glance but the youth was still dressing and not watching, before dialling her number and waiting for her to respond.
*
They pulled into a motel carpark, where Vincent parked, killed the lights and shut off the engine. The motel was just an anonymous Flag, single level with fourteen rooms, by the look. The carpark was between two building blocks of seven. Vincent hadn't seen Tamara's car in the parking lot, and concentrated on where Tamara might be. She was already in a room. He berated himself mentally. Of course she wouldn't still have the same car, it had been a couple of years since he'd seen her last, and her car had needed replacing back then. He'd forgotten that detail.
He got out, Owen following suit, and locked the car before walking towards the door with a number '11' on it, on the opposite block to where they'd parked. At least it was close and they didn't have to walk the length of the building. Vincent had got lucky, there. He touched her mind to let him know he was coming, and the door opened just before the pair of them arrived. He'd told her on the phone that he was bringing his current partner, who was curious to watch him drink, and she'd immediately agreed to it. She was keen to see him again, and knew she wasn't on the vampire scene anymore.
Tamara was a woman in her early thirties, looking the same age as him, but he'd met her in her early twenties. She'd been bitten by other vampires before at a club, and always felt intimidated by them enough to agree with whatever they asked from her afterward, and had been about to give up the scene when Vincent had scanned her mind. She took a gamble on him and they were both pleased to not have to deal with the sexual nature of the bite. He didn't have a writhing mess on his hands, and she didn't have a powerful predator on her hands who wanted more from her. The inevitable happened, she'd found someone and got married, but they hadn't stopped seeing each other completely, though they had slowed down. After she'd fallen pregnant two years ago, he'd stopped calling. Feeding from a pregnant woman was just wrong, and now she was busy with her son.
"Vincent, come on in. And Owen, hello, nice to meet you," she said, stepping back so they could enter. She was dressed in navy stretch pants with a longish lavender paisley shirt over it. She'd toed off her shoes, giving her a kind of hippie feel at first glance, though they could also be lounging-at-home clothes, which was what she'd been doing when Vincent had called.
"Hi, Tamara," Vincent greeted, and was a little awkward with her when she kissed him on the cheek in greeting, though near the side of his mouth, his gaze sidling to Owen. "Did you get a babysitter at short notice?"
"Lindsay came over," she said, saying a name he wasn't familiar with so he just nodded politely as she shut the door behind them. Vincent wondered if Owen had noticed her wedding ring. "She's my next door neighbour. I have covered her ass so many times," she explained, though didn't clarify how. Obviously she was owed a few favours.