A window opened and closed. Nothing had been said. Maybe they all did mind reading or sign language. I had a feeling we had just passed through security and we were waiting for gates to be opened, but if so, they swung or rolled silently. After a short time we moved again and the sound of the tires changed; we were on a gravel driveway.The car stopped again and the doors opened. The night air was cold but full of the scent of plants. Buddleia, like Mrs. Desiarto had. Honeysuckle and jasmine. Vampires liked night blooming plants. It figured, sort of. These vampires had no trouble with sunlight, but they seemed to prefer the night.“Come out this way, please, Ms. Farrell.” The vampire guided me out on her side, her hand on the top of my head to keep it from bumping the door frame. They were certainly showing every consideration for their kidnap victim.“Walk this way slowly, please,” she said, bringing me around the door, her hand holding my upper arm gently but firmly. “There are steps here.”I felt my way up some lipped stone steps and was guided through a door.
