Persuade Francesca to leave early

You didn't intend to leave it to chance. If Olivia knows where I am and actually is coming here, I have to persuade them to leave. Fran, the owner, the drinkers... all of them. You didn't know if you could pull it off, but you had to try.

"Fran... Hey, Fran, listen to me." You approached Fran first, who was mixing cocktail for the latest customer, and you believed that you had to tell her the truth, "Olivia is coming. I think we should get everybody out of here and leave."

"What!?" Fran frowned at you and smiled in disbelief, "How do you know?"

"I saw it in my vision!" You were too excited but you tried to keep your voice down, "She got my neighbour and she knows I'm coming to you. We can't stay here!"

"Your vision!? James... This is..." Fran took a deep breath and put the cocktail she's mixing down, "Okay. Again, suppose I believe all the vampire and vision stuff, convincing Victor and everybody is impossible."

"We have to try..."

"Hey, lady!" A drunk came to the counter and dragged Fran's sleeve, "You should... *hiccup*... You should come and drink with us!"

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm quite busy here." Fran rejected him with a smile.

"Come on! Don't... *hiccup*..." The man kept dragging her, "Don't ruin the moment..."

"She said no, mister." You walked up to him and grabbed his hand.

The drunk man grabbed your collar and said something, but it was too blurry to hear what he said. However, his threatening act and the pressure around your neck, around the bite marks, made you lose your temper for a moment. A sense of **** rushed your mind. On impulse you punched him in the face. He was barely moved by the punch and he returned a strong, straight on your nose. You dropped to the ground.

Your head was buzzing. You touched your nose and felt relieved that, though bleeding, it wasn't broken. And then the fury came in. Fran screamed for the owner as she was about to get out to check on you. But she wasn't even half way through when you got up from the ground and wiped the nosebleed.

You were still a little bit weak after what happened last night but you're strong enough to concentrate your strength. You launched a heavy punch at the drunk man's stomach, and instantly he knelt on the floor and vomited. You intended to keep going, when a powerful hand grabbed your shoulder and stopped you from doing so.

"That's enough." The boss of this bar, Victor, said behind you.

"Let go of me!" You shouted furiously and was trying to kick that man's ass.

"Alright! Both of you just get out of my bar!" Victor pushed you and you felt his strength. It was unwise to disobey him here. The drunk man was not doing well, either, but his friends were already holding him up and leaving the bar.

"Hey, Victor. He's just feeling uncomfortable. I'm sure-" Fran tried to speak for you.

"Is this the friend you told me about? An excellent detective, or investigator, whatever? If you're harassed by customers, you should call for me first, instead of asking your big friend to start a fight!" Victor was a little bit angry at her, too. He saw your nosebleed and those wounds on your neck, and sighed, "Take your friend and leave, Fran. You should take a day off tomorrow and get him to the hospital."

Although the bar's owner was a little bit harsh on you, you knew that deep down he was a good man. And that's why you didn't want to just give up.

"Victor. I apologize for causing the trouble, but-" You still tried to convince the owner to leave.

"Mr. Wilson, right? I can't run the bar if the customers know that I keep a violent guy like you around." Victor held his hand in front of you and indicated you to stop, "Please, don't waste my generosity and just leave."

You were about to say something, but you noticed that Fran was winking at you behind Victor. You sighed helpless as you knew there was nothing you could do. You nodded with a grateful smile, turned around and left the bar. You waited in the cold wind for several minutes until you saw Fran coming out from the back door.

About half an hour later, you followed Fran home. This little place was nice and clean.

"The bulb in the guest bedroom is broken, so you'll have to make do tonight." Fran led you into the room and tested the light switch for you, "I need to take a bath. You can arrange your stuff in the meantime."

"Got it."

It has been a year since Fran's schoolmate moved out and she kept cleaning the guest bedroom now and then. Knowing Fran's been living far away from her parents, most times alone, was one thing, but seeing was another. It made you wonder why such a gorgeous and independent woman was still single. You've never heard of her going out with someone.

Half an hour later, after you finished making the bed and arranging other stuff, you went to the bathroom to take a shower and ease the tension. Fran's bedroom door was closed but you could see that the lights were on inside. What is she doing? Does she still like to read before she sleeps? You wondered.

You kept as quiet as possible, and tried not to disturb her. When the hot water ran down your body, you relaxed and felt refreshed. You wanted to leave all that horrific things behind and take a good rest. You cleaned the little blood left around the bite marks on your neck with hot water, and instantly you felt the annoying sensation of pleasure that almost struck you down. And those horrific things came back to your mind.

When you're finally done, you carefully dried yourself up and dressed up. You went to Fran's door and gently knocked. A few seconds later, Fran opened the door. She was wearing a pair of pink pajamas, and her blonde hair was hanging down to her shoulders. She looked more mature with her loosen hair, and you could almost feel your manhood throbbing behind your trousers.

"Hey, Fran... Uh..." You slightly blushed and took a few seconds to calm yourself down, "Thank you, and... good night."

"Yeah. Good night, James." Fran nodded with an innocent smile.

You woke up in the middle of the night, naked.

A tiny arm was wrapping around your waist. You turned around quietly and found Fran sleeping next to you. You didn't remember how this happened. You looked at her in relief and teased her fringe carefully so that you could see her face clearly. And it was at this moment that you saw her staring at you with a pair of scarlet eyes. She smiled at you cunningly and bared a set of exquisite, sharp fangs in her mouth.

"No!" You cried out in fear as she pinned your head down and bit hard on your neck.

"Ahhhhhh!" You sat up on the bed, screaming. Soft rays of the early sun were shedding through the window and making you a little bit uncomfortable, but apparently it was already morning.

"What the hell happened!?" Fran rushed in the room in panic, with a toothbrush in her hand and only her bras and briefs on.

"Sorry... It's nothing..." You double checked your neck and made sure that no new bite marks were on it, "Just a nightmare."

"Damn it, James. You just scared the shit out of me, almost literally." Fran sighed, "I thought you won't get up this early. How are you feeling?"

"I'm still having a litter fever, I think." You took a few deep breaths before you put on your clothes and trousers.

"You sure you don't need to go to the hospital?" Fran turned around and headed back to the bathroom, and you heard her voice still coming over, "Well, since I'm not gonna go to work today, I think I'll just find something else to do."

You stood up and looked outside the window. A new day has arrived and yet you made no progress on the situation. About this vampire stuff, about Olivia and about what she's up to, you barely knew anything. And that terrible nightmare was still haunting you as you felt your hands slightly shaking. Am I dragging Fran into this mess, you began to doubt yourself.

Now you had to figure out what to do next. You're not feeling too well when you were standing by the window and bathing in the sunlight. You wondered if it was your condition getting worse, your progression of turning into a vampire going further. Going to the church was still an available option.

You still believed going to the police was a bad choice, but perhaps you should at least inform Sergeant Ashton, who was working on all those **** cases, about what was behind them. She's on duty today, so you could find her at the police station.