Chapter 49
While Katelina and Jorick had been in the hospital, the other three vampires had cleaned up and changed their clothes. Jorick wore all black so the splatters of blood were nearly invisible, but Kateesha happily handed him a packet of handi-wipes to clean himself with anyway. He wrinkled his nose at the false "fresh scent" but dutifully swiped off the remaining blood from his exposed skin.
"You're sleeve's torn," Torina commented. "You should roll it up. And you have a hole in your slacks, though considering modern styles, I think you can get away with that."
Jorick rolled his eyes and turned his attention to helping Katelina clean what was left of the blood from herself.
On the outskirts of town, Oren pulled into a brightly lit gas station and by the time the car engine cut out, a stranger wouldn't have been able to guess that only hours earlier the vampires had been butchering their kin.
Torina had fallen into a sulky silence, but she broke it to demand, "What are we doing?"