daughter, lived in what she considered the remote parts of the world surrounded by dark forests. Mom had imagined every kind of evil lurking in those woods. Well, probably not this kind, I admitted to myself but she was not far off since the outcome would be the same. She would never dream of driving to the house without a definite game plan and so he would never get her or Ellie.
Unable to stop it, a slight smile of satisfaction spread across my face and with a little defiance, I met his eyes.
“I can find her. I will find her. That is what you were thinking about, right? Stupid human to think I cannot track down one insignificant child.” His voice held some anger now and his face went hard. “I already know so much about you. Give me twenty minutes in a house and I can tell you almost everything about a human. So naïve to think your home is really that private. I know where your mother lives. Or at least I know the general direction.”
He smiled again and continued, “You do not give up. Still looking for some way out for your daughter.” He nodded his head in my direction as he went on, “You love her. An endearing quality.” He paused there for a few seconds, letting the words sink in. “I have killed many people. Couples, entire families, friends. Very seldom does anyone truly sacrifice himself for someone, even a family member.”
He paused again and I could still feel his eyes on my face, but I had closed my eyes, my confident smile gone. I didn’t even acknowledge that he was speaking to me at all.
“As it turns out,” he intoned, “you do have something I want. Nothing material like money or cars, mind you. Something that is much harder to give.”
This caught my attention and, opening my eyes, I allowed him to catch my gaze once more. I stared into the deep wells of his pupils, rimmed by the intense green irises. These were the words I had been dying, literally dying to hear. His eyes, so riveting, compelled me to come to him and although I didn’t move, I didn’t try to look away either. This was what I wanted, something to bargain with and I would happily lose my soul in those eyes if there was a way out for my child.
“What?” My voice was cold and hard and the word came out as a demand. His chin lifted slightly at what must have sounded like defiance to him.
“Your cooperation.” Startled by his answer, I looked at him in surprise. I’m not sure what I was expecting but that certainly wasn’t it. I had already split an artery so if that wasn’t cooperation, I didn’t know what was. Did he mean cooperation where Ellie was concerned? I felt nauseous again and my head ached harder at the thought of what he could mean. I felt my hands form into fists and didn’t even try to keep them at my sides.
“I will never willingly give her to you,” I hissed the words across the short distance separating us.
A slight smile touched his expression and he laughed out loud. “You have made yourself abundantly clear regarding your daughter and lucky for you, it is not her that I really want.”
I was starting to get more angry than scared now, which was dangerous since he could kill me as an afterthought. “Then what is it? Tell me and let’s get on with it. There’s nothing I won’t do to protect her so spit it out. What is it?”
I searched my brain trying to remember every vampire movie I had ever watched. What did they need? I could think of nothing I had other than blood that he might want. The fear for my daughter’s life and my dwindling patience combined allowed me to pull myself up onto my knees. Reaching over, I hauled myself over to him. “Tell me, you son of a whore!” I spat the words into his face.
With lightning speed and with only a blur caught by my eye, his hands held my face and throat with a crushing force. “My mother was no whore.” His voice rang with rage. His eyes flashed with the emotion in his voice as his hands continued to crush against my bones. I
Georges Simenon; Translated by Ros Schwartz