Romeo and Juliet: A Vampire and Werewolf Love Story (22 page)

They were either the maid
’
s
panties
or Lady Capu
let’s. Both were larger women
.
M
y head was completely covered by
the biggest pair of woman
’
s panties known to man
. It was as if I was being suffocated by my own
turban.

Eventually, the door shut and the humming was gone. I could hear noise of the floor below me,
the faint sounds of vacuuming and the chatter of servants, but I was sure that Martha
had left the top floor.
I scoo
ted
up, nearly suffocating myself on the pair of humongous
panties
. T
hat were
now
going
up my nostrils
.
I wiggled my head free and the gigantic granny panties fell below me. Are you kidding me? I was almost taken out by a pair of underwear?

Eventually, I
scooted myself
to the very top a
nd stuck my head out of the chu
t
e
door and gasped for
fresh
air.
I
pulled myself out
and hit the ground way to
o
hard
. When I hit, I
rattled the house.
Crap!

raize="+0">I saw Juliet
’
s room from the hallway and hurried to it and opened the door and slipped in.
Juliet was asleep in her bed and I didn
’
t
want to scare her. She must
be hyper
-
aware of her surroundings
, considering all she’d been through
. So
,
I decided to cough a little and try to get her attention. After about six healthy coughs, she finally opened her eyes
, as if from a deep sleep
.
She looked over at me with startled eyes an
d I quickly put my hand over her mouth and shushed her. “It’s me,
” I said in a loud whisper.

“You shouldn
’
t be here. It is extremel
y unsafe for you to be in here.
My father and my cousins all want you dead on sight.”

“
Juliet, let
’
s leave. Today, right now. Let
’
s get
far away from here. I have our twenty
thousand dollars in the bank. Let
’
s take the next flight to Los Angeles.
”

“Are you being serious?”

“Yes.
It
’
s now or never. The farther we are from both families
,
the better.
”

“I want to go. What do we do?” Juliet looked at me and I knew she was ready.

“Y
ou need
to get what you need and we need to
go to JFK
A
irp
ort as soon as possible,” I said with a sense of urgency.

“Romeo, hold on.
We need to think this
through
clearly.
” Juliet patted her bed and I came over and sat down.
She was in deep thought, and then she said. “
You need to leave
and go to the bank while I put together a small of bag of absolutes. I think w
e need to
leave here separately and meet somewhere else.”

“Are you sure? Now that I’m here, I don’t we, leaveant to leave you.”

“It makes the most sense,” Juliet said. “I don’t want to leave until it’s dark anyway. We need to meet s
ome place away from both of our houses
. Somewhere in the neutral zone.”

“We can’t tell anybody,” I said.

She nodded.
“No one
can know where we are going.
Not one person. Not Friar Laurence, not Martha, No one.”

“Not one person
can know that we left together,
” I said
,
agreeing with Juliet.

“We
need to meet at a safe place.”

“There is one
place safe
near the place where this all went down. It
’
s about
five hundred
feet to the left of the stage. It is a safe area and pretty hidden. My friends and I meet there all the time. Meet me there at 8:00
p
.
m
.,
e
xactly 30 minutes after it gets dark. That will give you p
lenty of time to get over there; only t
ake enough that you
can get by on. You don’t want to look
conspicuous
,
leaving the community
with a bunch of luggage. We’re traveling light
.
”

Juliet looked at me with her eyes wide open
.
“We are really going to do this? You and I. Romeo and Juliet.”

I smiled at Juliet and also said, “Romeo and Juliet
a
re going to spend the rest of their lives together, that’s for damn sure
.” I kissed Juliet and said,
“
I better leave the same way I came in.
”

“
How did you get in the house
the first time
?
”
Juliet asked.

“That is
on
a need
-
to
-
know bas
is
. Ansiz+0">td I think it
’s better that you don’t know,
”
I said, winking at her.
With that
,
I kissed Juliet one last time and exited her roo
m and made my way to the laundry
chute
. As I hopped in the
chute,
my head was still poking out and I saw Juliet by her door
,
looking at me
.

She smiled at me and just shook her head. She acted like she wasn
’
t im
pressed at my escape route
.
I smiled back at her and slid down the chute.

Chapter Eighteen

I went to the bank
and managed to get most of my money
withdrawn
.
Some of the money was tied up in stocks and I wasn’t able to get it the same day.

I h
ad never had so much money on my person
. It was kind of scary
,
knowing that if most people knew how much money I had on me
, they would try to kill me for it. Those were the times we lived in.

It was getting close to 6:00 o
’
clock
and I made my way back to the Bronx
to where I was staying
with Friar John
.
When I got there
,
I was shocked to see who was there. It was my mother and father. It had been days since I
’d
seen the
m. They had both also witnessed my
killing
of
Tybalt.

“Father,
” I said
, as I entered Friar John’s home
. My
father
and
mother, Lord and Lady Montague,
were sitting on the couch
,
looking as if they were ready to escort me somewhere.
They both stood up when they saw me and came over to
siz+0dy to
greet
me
with
a giant hug.

“You need to come home with us
,
Romeo,” My father said. “You are wanted by the
police, the
Capulets, but
you are
also
wanted
by
Ruling House of Verona
.
”

“The Prince?” I asked.

“Son
,
” my mom said. “Paris himself is looking for you. It said on the news
that you were wanted,
dead or alive.
”

“Dead or alive? By everyone?”
I asked.

“Yes, son,” my father said.
“
Your run is over. It
’
s time to turn yourself in.
”

“Dad, I
will
get life in immortal prison. Those places are hell and you know that.
”

“I know
,
son. Maybe we can throw ourselves on the mercy of the court and they will give you a li
ghter sentence. Everyone saw Tybalt
kill Mercutio
, seconds before you killed him
. You can claim
‘Stand Your G
round
.’
You could say he had just killed your best friend and you weren
’
t sure if he was going to kill you, so you did the only thing you could do to protect yourself.
”

I looke
d at my poor distraught father, w
ho was trying so hard
to get me to come inside the law
. My father was practical. His hatred for the Capulets stay
ed inside the laws of both human
and immortal by-laws.
As long as
he was inside their boundaries, h
is attitude ha
d
always been pretty much anything goes. But killing someone on a stage in front of all the most important people in both families wasn
’
t
exactly inside any rule book. Killing is the worst crime you could do in any society and ours was no different. This high nt. distcrime
was punished with the most severe penalties. My father wanted no part of that. So much so, that he was willing to escort his
own
son to the police station.