“ The amount is not negotiable ,” the lady declared vehemently. “ Take it or leave it.”
I stared at her with puckered brows. There was something rather repulsive about her. Perhaps, it was the absence of eyebrows . And yes, those three missing front teeth. The rest of her teeth were a brownish yellow. I cast a quick look around, at the room and agreed to her terms. Four hours later, I was the official occupant of the attic room of the Lourdes Villa.
“And remember , no parties at night,” she told me . “The lights should be out by 10.”
I nodded. She had perched herself on the armchair in the corner , while I was unpacking my bag. It was only after I had put away the last of my clothes in the cupboard , that she rose.
“No hanky panky, I warn you,” she said threateningly.
I gave her a curt nod.
She paused at the door and turned to give me a rather peculiar stare. As she closed the door behind her, I noticed her fingers. She had no nails.
I quickly lay down and closed my eyes. Outside, a half moon was edging its way up . Gradually, a rather sullen silence descended over the villa. I got up, put on a jacket and went down. The door leading to the library was slightly ajar. I peeped in. She was sitting cross legged on the floor, swaying to the sound of a musical chant. I paused for a minute. A familiar sensation ran through me – the kind which is aroused each time I hear music. I slowly moved towards her , and dug my talons into the vein just above her collar bone.
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