The next day Vera woke warm and comfortable but also confused. She didn't know where she was or why she had chosen to sleep in her human skin. It took a moment for her to remember the events of the previous night. Going to the bar seemed like a lifetime ago, then the chase and the crash. Vera sat up and removed the t-shirt she was wearing to survey the damage. The scrape was almost completely healed and the bruise was fading fast. One more good sleep should take care of it completely.
Vera stretched her arms above her head. It felt like early afternoon. She eyed the large ground-floor window beside the bed and thought about leaving. Would they have given up the search by now? She felt reasonably safe here. Maybe she would give it one more day. Vera hopped out of bed and put David's t-shirt back on. She found a pair of running shorts that she could wear if she cinched the drawstring all the way.
Vera slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall. David was still asleep on the couch. She walked right up beside him. In the night he had shucked his sneakers and his shirt. She gazed at the smooth planes of his chest and arms. He was slim but well-muscled. She wanted to touch his skin but she didn't want to wake him. His sandy hair fell across his forehead in messy curls. In sleep his face was relaxed and he breathed quietly through full pink lips.
Now that she was rested Vera wanted to explore. The house was too big for just one human and Vera could detect the scents of others here, even with her inferior human nose. She padded silently upstairs in her bare feet. There was another bathroom and an open door led to an empty bedroom. This belonged to the other man she had smelled the most downstairs. There was a third bedroom but that door was closed.
Vera listened at the door and determined that the room was unoccupied. She tried the handle but it was locked. This intrigued and infuriated her. The smell coming from this room was very faint, as though the man who lived here had been gone for many days. But what intrigued Vera was that this scent was somehow very familiar to her. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it but she knew it from somewhere.
When Vera came back downstairs David was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee. "Want some?" he asked, holding up the pot. She nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table. He handed her a mug, surreptitiously eyeing her long bare legs, and she wrapped her fingers around the warm porcelain. "Cool outfit," he said. Vera smiled and looked down into her cup.
"Where are the other men who live here?" she asked, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It was hotter than fresh blood.
"How did you know I have roommates?" He asked. She shrugged, he shrugged. "Chris is at work, he should be home soon, actually," David glanced at the clock on the stove and Vera was surprised to see it was almost 4:00. "And I don't know where Lucien is. He comes and goes." David flopped his hand back and forth to illustrate Lucien's transient nature.
Vera took a deep breath. If he said no she could always kill him. "David," she looked up at him through her long, dark lashes. "Do you think I could stay here for another day or two? You can have your room back, I'll take the couch."
He looked across the table at her, his blue gaze intense. "Of course you can stay, Vera. But is everything alright?" he looked so earnest and concerned for her.
"Everything is fine," she smiled sweetly. "I'm just sort of between places. I'll be out in two days, I promise." They were interrupted by the front door banging closed. Another young man, Chris, stomped into the kitchen and did a double take on seeing Vera. He was shorter than David and stocky, with brown hair and a pleasant, open face. Vera recognized his scent from the first bedroom upstairs.
"Oh!" he said, stopping short and looking her up and down, not missing the fact that she was wearing David's shirt. "What have we here?" Vera flashed him a smile and sipped her coffee.
"Chris, this is Vera," David said, trying to convey something to his friend with just his eyebrows. "She's staying here for a few days."
"Hi Chris," Vera purred. She loved when men looked at her that way. She loved that she could make him look even in an oversized t-shirt. The boys sent more eyebrow signals and Chris shrugged and got himself a cup of coffee. "So what time do you go to work, David?" Vera asked, touching his foot with her own under the table and making him jump.
He glanced at the clock again "My shift starts at 9 pm. I work at a movie theater," he explained.
"Sounds thrilling," she breathed.