SWNOVELXO Chapter 14: 14
Pablo and the girl left the bathroom after she cleaned herself up and put herself back together, she was vain, she couldn't leave with semen all over her face and mouth. They didn't talk, they just said their names and exchanged phone numbers.
Strange as it may seem, in a city as busy as Barcelona, no matter how much noise they made, no one stayed to call them out, there were no guards in the bathroom door to stop them or anyone to complain. If someone saw them leaving together, they acted as if they didn't see anything. Two young people living out their sexuality was not something that, in a modern city like Barcelona, no one would complain about.
At the exit of the subway entrance, the girl called Gisela kissed Pablo one last time before going home to her house on Mallorca Street.
But the boy didn't go home, he just waited for the girl to disappear from sight and got back into the subway, the trail was still fresh enough to follow those two. Also, one of them was bleeding from the mouth and those little drops of blood here and there guided him.
They had taken the line in the opposite direction, back to the Paseo de Gracia stop, that stop was the ideal place to take refuge and to commit another robbery on some unwary person. Busy, with corridors for transfers that were hundreds of meters long, it was a perfect place to hide in any of the nooks and crannies.
Pablo could smell them, he entered the very long corridor that led to the line that went down to Plaza Cataluña. The lights of the old fluorescent lamps flickered, giving those endless meters of corridor a somewhat sinister feeling, however the influx of hundreds of people every minute was what made it not the scene of a horror movie.
But it seemed that the two thieves were not trying to act, as much as he smelled, the trail seemed to disappear around the corner. It was an area without cameras, a small stretch of empty hallway. Well, not entirely, in that area the only thing there was an old maintenance door, normally it was locked, but the trail ended there.
The boy did not hesitate to turn the handle of the door, and it opened, giving way to a small warehouse of no more than two by two meters. The two thieves had taken refuge there, the one who was hit in the balls was still having trouble walking, and the other one was bleeding non-stop.
The eyes of both of them opened wide when Pablo opened the door, took a step and closed it behind him, isolating himself from the world.
"Hey man, that's enough, we've learned our lesson, leave us alone"
The companion seemed unable to even speak, but he did have the strength to search through his things and take out a knife. But the boy had already moved, with one hand he grabbed the new eunuch and put him in the path of the knife blow his companion had thrown. It was not necessary to see the wound to know that he had received a stab wound, Pablo could smell the blood, with a simple movement of his hands he broke the neck of the wounded man and pushed him against his companion who was entangled in the body of the other, he was going to scream, but the boy's hands were faster, one grabbed the wrist that was pushing the knife while the other grabbed him in a tight grip by the throat.
The guy tried to defend himself but when his body began to limp from lack of air, with a strong pull on the wrist Pablo caused him to stab the weapon in his eye almost to the hilt. They did not scream, they did not betray him, they could not do anything, they were two thieves who had been killed cleanly.
The boy didn't even get any blood on him, he hadn't touched the gun or left anything behind, he just had to clean the door handle with a bit of cloth and everything would be fine. He walked out the door as if it were the most natural thing in the world, with his hood slightly pulled down over his face and a handkerchief in his hand that quickly wiped away his fingerprints.
With his keen senses he managed to find angles in the corridors where the camera couldn't identify him or didn't focus on him at all, and after a short walk on that mission he got off at the Urquinaona stop, he wouldn't get off at his own so as not to be too brazen.
It was half past twelve, so Pablo knew his parents wouldn't be back home until two in the afternoon when they would go out for tapas and vermouth as they say in Barcelona, he had time to set up the nets so that his Saturday afternoon would also be fruitful.
Near his house there was a kiosk of the blind organization, he was not going to buy a coupon for that lottery, he did not have enough magic to guarantee the big prize, too much randomness to manipulate, he bought a scratch ticket, it cost five euros and the maximum prize was one hundred thousand, but before that he engraved a seal of fortune with his own blood on the back of the ticket and quietly recited an old spell. A little more chance of getting it right was what he needed, and he was satisfied to test if his arcane knowledge still worked in this world.
He went to a nearby cafeteria, where a young waitress worked who he knew was crazy about the boy. Taking out a small coin, he began to scratch the ticket. Luck smiled on him, in a single attempt he had won a prize of one hundred and twenty-five thousand euros.
Any young man would have jumped for joy immediately, but Pablo wanted to be discreet, and he had hundreds of years of experience and had cheated more than one unsuspecting person at cards and dice by engraving stamps on the table without anyone seeing. Also, with that money and what Pablo had been saving all those years, the Pseudo vampire had enough to establish great foundations for his future. He would tell his parents, of course, but since it was his money, they couldn't stop him from spending it on what he wanted.
But his greatest joy was knowing that his magic continued to work, despite not having yet transformed into a vampire.
The waitress was called Angela, she was of Colombian origin and had been working in the cafeteria for six months. With her dark skin, her rounded curves, her pretty smile and that sweet accent so typical of South America, she drove half of the customers crazy.
However, the object of her sighs, Pablo, had resisted all those months. It's not that the boy wasn't nice or that he didn't exchange a few words with her, but it seemed that the boy didn't want to be anything more than a handsome customer.
Although there were other customers waiting to be served on the terrace of the bar, as soon as the girl saw Pablo, she went over there to serve him.
"Good morning, Pablo, a Coca-Cola and some bravas?"
"Give me a beer, Angela, be nice, I promise I'll reward you..."
"You're a minor, at least as far as I know you still have three weeks left, I'm not going to risk my job or a fight to give you the pleasure..."
"Not even if the reward is good?"
The mischievous conversation delighted Angela, who resisted slightly. The girl was six years older than the boy, but since she arrived in Barcelona she had hardly done anything other than work in those months, a flirtation wouldn't hurt her.
"And tell me, Pablo, what can you offer me to make me break the law? I don't think a high school student has much to blackmail me with."
"Come closer, and I'll tell you my offer..."
The hot-blooded character of the people of Colombia was on fire, the girl approached the boy so that she could speak to him in the ear, the truth is that she liked this daring and uninhibited Pablo, a man like God commands, a daddy who liked to play. The boy didn't start to speak until Angela's earlobe was so close to the boy's mouth that she could feel his warm breathing.
"My parents are going to Madrid after lunch, this afternoon when they leave you will have finished work, I'll invite you to a coffee at my house, here is my number, call me when you finish, and I'll tell you the apartment"
The girl didn't need much more to convince her, she went inside the bar to the counter to pour the beer and order the tapa of bravas, her boss reprimanded her, but with her best smile she answered that who would doubt that the guy who was sitting on the terrace was not of legal age. Deep down, she was right, nobody would take Pablo for a minor.
The boy was enjoying the beer and the patatas bravas when he received a text message, it was Laia.
"I won't be able to meet up later, I have to fix up the house before my parents arrive tomorrow, see you tomorrow if I can"
Pablo smiled, he liked Laia, perhaps he had watched from outside the girl's advances and glances so many times that he even felt like she was a close friend to the devil. Pablo answered him, he had to keep feeding the situation, although in truth it was good for him to have some time to plan things.
"A pity, *sad face* *sad face* I'll take advantage to rest *face with wink*"
The pseudo vampire had no intention of meeting up with friends to have beers that day, he had other plans for that afternoon, more succulent ones, although he didn't know how much time they would take.
Before he finished drinking the second beer his parents appeared, they didn't scold him for drinking alcohol, his parents had a very liberal mentality, and they trusted Pablo, he had always been a good boy. According to what they told him, they would be in Madrid for an official event of the Madrid embassy until Tuesday, official things about dinners and events.