(3.2) A Date with a Towel Rack

Chapter 3, Part 2

After regaining my composure, I quickly grabbed a robe and calmly strode to the bathroom. I put on my least scary face as I opened the door, the face in question being one normally reserved for small children and frightened puppies. My sympathetic routine was ruined, however, when a pipe hit me in the jaw.

From my new vantage point on the floor I could see a very angry, very wet, half-naked Alexis staring down at me as she prepared to bring the pipe down on my head. I managed to get my hand around it as she brought it to bear, but this happened to be after she hit me with it a second time.

She was faster than she had been in our previous scuffle. I think it had less to do with the fact that she was a vampire now and more to do with the fact that she was nude in someone else’s bathroom.

“Fucking OW woman! Stop!” I yelled, yanking the impromptu weapon out of her hands. “Jesus! I was just bringing you a robe!”

I stood up as she went still. Her hands balled into fists and she was shaking with anger. I had almost forgotten the added bonus of actually having to obey your sire. My own had been dead for so long it wasn’t something I gave too much thought too.

“Well, now that you aren’t trying to brain me with this-” At this point I actually had time to take a look at her weapon of choice. “Wow… Is this my towel rack?” I looked around the bathroom and sure enough, there were two neat little holes in the wall where my towels had been previously hung.

“I couldn’t find anything sharp,” she said. It was right about now that she realized her towel had slipped, exposing well, pretty much everything. She quickly covered herself, her neck and ears turning red at her exposure. When she looked back up at me her expression changed from shock to anger and she slapped me.

Had I been staring?

“Stop staring!” She yelled.

Huh… Guess I had. But can you blame me?

“Sorry,” I said, ducking my head a little bit and holding the robe out for her. “Here, I brought you this robe though you’d best-” She cut me off as she snatched to robe out of my hand, spinning around and putting it on with a quick flourish. The towel fell off of her as she tied it and turned back around to face me again.

At this point I find it necessary to point out that, as I mentioned before, I’m an advocate of silk. As such, it would only stand to reason that my robe, a piece of clothing generally worn when I’m not wearing much else in the way of clothes would also be made of silk.

Think about that for a minute. A soaking wet woman meets a thin silk robe. Needless to say, when she turned around to face me, the now wet silk robe clung to in every which way imaginable. Trust me when I say that cellophane would have done a better job of covering her body.

“As I was about to say, you should dry off better before you put that on because its made of silk.” The look on her face by now was absolutely priceless and I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “Go make yourself comfortable,” I said, turning to leave. “I’ll go see if I have some sweats or jeans or something.”

I began heading for my bedroom, Alexis following me as far as the couch. The cleaning supplies clacked noisily when she got close to them, deciding that their job was now done regardless of the blood that was still left on the coffee table. This wasn’t the first time that they’d stopped working after realizing I wasn’t alone. It was something that bothered me, yet their anthropophobia was a subject that their creator would always cackle about when it was brought up.

“Don’t mind them,” I said to Alexis, gesturing at them as they all but ran back to their closet. “They’re just a little skittish.”