Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story by H.T. Night Page B
Authors: H.T. Night
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gave him a look as if to say, re t Sto ">” It didn’t seem okay as far as he was concerned. But nonetheless, he turned and left the scene. I was glad I didn’t have to get into it any further.
Eventually , everyone made their way back to their own side of the outfield. T he party continued as if there was an imagina ry l ine separating the two families.
In the distance, I saw Juliet leave the stadium through gate 4. That was my cue. I needed to see where she was going.
Chapter Nine
Unlike our grizzly group of misfits, the Capulet elites didn ’ t take the subway route. On the contrary, they had a series of white stretch limousines waiting for them outside . I guess if you’re going to roll in, then you got to roll in hard. Other than prominent Yankees, n o one would dare bring such pre tentious vehicles to this side of town. Do n’t get me wrong. The Bronx was as good a place as any . But for the Capulet s, it must have irked them to have to come to this bad part of town.
I grabbed a taxi and had the taxi driver follow the limousines. I had gotten paid the day before, and I didn’t care about money at this point. I needed to see where she lived.
I followed the caravan of limousines to the Upper East Side. About twenty years ago, whole sections were completely remodeled and a beautiful custom home community was put in . This was no doubt where the Capulets lived. I paid the taxi driver at the front gate because I knew he wouldn’t be let into the community without clearance.
I turned into my werewolf form and scaled the wall and climbed over the very tall gate. I landed on the other side and saw the limousines clumped up at the gate, trying to get onto the community. I ran over to the last limousine, the one in which I knew Juliet was riding. I quickly slid to the side of the limousine. My white and gray coat blended in with the limousine color scheme. I held on as the limousine made a right at the first street and prepared to park in a driveway.
I jumped off the limousine before anyone could see me. I hid behind a bush and watc hed as they entered a large black house. The house was huge . I watched as Juliet exited her limousine and made her way in to the house. Servants opened the door and greeted them like trained seal s. Althou gh my stomach turned by the e litism in the air, nothing could distract the yearning I had for the woman strolling up her walkway to the front of her luxurious house.
I decid ed to turn back into my human form so that I was a smaller frame and would be less likely to be spotted out here. I watched through the windows as I followed her walk through her house. He r room was on the top floor of four- story house. She had a terrace that swung out from her room. It was the only one on the east side of the house. It actually was a good thing as it w ould make it easier for me to scale the wall to talk to her. Talk to her? What was I doing? I wasn ’ t thinking clearl y .
I hid for about 15 minutes until I could hear the house ’s residence settle down for the night . Once I felt that was safe , I turned from human to wolf and I sca led the wall . I got to the bottom of the balcony and stood still. S omething dawned on me. How was I just going to appear to her? What if she freak ed out when she saw me to the point she s creamed and woke up the whole house? I couldn ’ t just pop up on her balcony out of nowhere. I think I ’ d give her a heart attack if I did .
So I waited. I waited and waited , trying to think of a practical way to get her attention without risking her being so shocked that she wouldn ’ t forgive me.
Five minutes become ten minutes. Ten minutes be came 20 minutes. And just when I was about to hit the 40 - minute mark, I decided it was too much of a calculated risk and I need ed to think of another idea.
As I was getting ready to leap down, I heard the back door open onto the balcony. Then I heard someone walk through the door . F ootsteps.
Eventually , everyone made their way back to their own side of the outfield. T he party continued as if there was an imagina ry l ine separating the two families.
In the distance, I saw Juliet leave the stadium through gate 4. That was my cue. I needed to see where she was going.
Chapter Nine
Unlike our grizzly group of misfits, the Capulet elites didn ’ t take the subway route. On the contrary, they had a series of white stretch limousines waiting for them outside . I guess if you’re going to roll in, then you got to roll in hard. Other than prominent Yankees, n o one would dare bring such pre tentious vehicles to this side of town. Do n’t get me wrong. The Bronx was as good a place as any . But for the Capulet s, it must have irked them to have to come to this bad part of town.
I grabbed a taxi and had the taxi driver follow the limousines. I had gotten paid the day before, and I didn’t care about money at this point. I needed to see where she lived.
I followed the caravan of limousines to the Upper East Side. About twenty years ago, whole sections were completely remodeled and a beautiful custom home community was put in . This was no doubt where the Capulets lived. I paid the taxi driver at the front gate because I knew he wouldn’t be let into the community without clearance.
I turned into my werewolf form and scaled the wall and climbed over the very tall gate. I landed on the other side and saw the limousines clumped up at the gate, trying to get onto the community. I ran over to the last limousine, the one in which I knew Juliet was riding. I quickly slid to the side of the limousine. My white and gray coat blended in with the limousine color scheme. I held on as the limousine made a right at the first street and prepared to park in a driveway.
I jumped off the limousine before anyone could see me. I hid behind a bush and watc hed as they entered a large black house. The house was huge . I watched as Juliet exited her limousine and made her way in to the house. Servants opened the door and greeted them like trained seal s. Althou gh my stomach turned by the e litism in the air, nothing could distract the yearning I had for the woman strolling up her walkway to the front of her luxurious house.
I decid ed to turn back into my human form so that I was a smaller frame and would be less likely to be spotted out here. I watched through the windows as I followed her walk through her house. He r room was on the top floor of four- story house. She had a terrace that swung out from her room. It was the only one on the east side of the house. It actually was a good thing as it w ould make it easier for me to scale the wall to talk to her. Talk to her? What was I doing? I wasn ’ t thinking clearl y .
I hid for about 15 minutes until I could hear the house ’s residence settle down for the night . Once I felt that was safe , I turned from human to wolf and I sca led the wall . I got to the bottom of the balcony and stood still. S omething dawned on me. How was I just going to appear to her? What if she freak ed out when she saw me to the point she s creamed and woke up the whole house? I couldn ’ t just pop up on her balcony out of nowhere. I think I ’ d give her a heart attack if I did .
So I waited. I waited and waited , trying to think of a practical way to get her attention without risking her being so shocked that she wouldn ’ t forgive me.
Five minutes become ten minutes. Ten minutes be came 20 minutes. And just when I was about to hit the 40 - minute mark, I decided it was too much of a calculated risk and I need ed to think of another idea.
As I was getting ready to leap down, I heard the back door open onto the balcony. Then I heard someone walk through the door . F ootsteps.
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