Chapter 13:
"We've notified her parents. They should be here soon," the doctor told me and Sam. We nodded slowly.
"How's she doing?" I asked quietly.
"She's stable," he replied. "That's all I can tell you since you aren't family. You said you weren't sure how she'd gotten the wounds?" We nodded. "You'll need to talk to the police." He motioned to the right, where two policeman were walking over to us.
Sam looked over to me. "Let me do the talking," he told me. "And whatever you do, don't call me Sam." I nodded, a bit confused. He turned back to the police as they walked over.
"You want to tell me how you found Kaylie Watson?" he asked.
"Basically, it was just chance. Natalie and I like to go for walks in the woods, explore the territory, and we were passing nearby the house when we heard her scream. We're both trained in martial arts and knew that by the time the police got there, it could be too late. We went inside and took them by surprise, which was good because one of them had a gun. There were two men. One of them got in some lucky punches with me, but Natalie here is pretty slick. She used the whole 'scared female' thing to lure the guy and then surprised him."
I just stood there, waiting for Sam to finish, watching the police officers' faces to make sure they believed us.
"Eventually they got scared enough to take off. Even though we saw that there were a few people dead, our first priority was whoever had screamed, obviously, so we searched the house. We found Kaylie in the basement, bleeding. Hysterical. Talking nonsense. She said the men had…fangs, I think it was. Like they were vampires?"
"Vampires?" the police officer repeated, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't know what they were playing at, but I didn't see anything weird. They might have been doing some role-play thing, pretending to be vampires. You can get fangs at any costume store. I have no idea really, I'm just trying to figure out where she could have gotten the fangs idea from. That's just grasping at straws."
The police officer finished off his notes and nodded. "That's a good theory. We have your names and phone numbers in case we need to contact you later, so you're free to go."
"Yes sir," Sam replied. "Just glad we could help."
"Can we see her? Is she awake?" I asked. "Just to make sure she's okay."
"If it's all right with her parents," he replied.
"Excuse me?" said a voice from behind the policemen. The two turned around and saw a teary-eyed woman and a man beside her. "We're looking for our daughter."
"You're Mary and Christopher Watson?" one of the officers asked. They nodded. "Your daughter is stable. She's in room 205, right down that hall."
The woman burst into tears. "Oh thank God," she sobbed, grabbing her husband in a hug. They turned and went quickly down the hallway.
"I'd give them a couple of minutes," the second officer told me. They took down our information before they left.
"We gotta go," Sam said quietly.
"I wanted to see how she's doing," I objected, surprised he was so eager to leave.
"We need to disappear," he told me. "Besides, all that will do will create more confusion. The quicker that girl thinks that she imagined the whole vampire thing, the better."
I swallowed and nodded before following Sam down the elevators and back to his car, and we set off for Massachusetts.