Chapter 11: The Lamb-Headed Man Verse 3
Rachelle had fallen asleep, but Erzabet was wide awake and restless. She listened to the sounds of the night, the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Tailor was lying beside her, his eyes closed but clearly not asleep.
Erzabet broke the silence, turning to Tailor with a flirtatious smile. "You know, Tailor, if we sleep together, you're sure to pass out. It's a win-win situation for both of us."
Tailor was taken aback. "What? No, I'm not going to sleep with you."
Erzabet pouted. "Come on, don't be like that. You're a man, aren't you? A real man would take any opportunity to have sex."
Tailor shook his head. "It's not about that. You've said some things that have made me uncomfortable, and I had a dream about beets that's been bothering me."
Erzabet scoffed. "Beets? You're turning down sex because of a dream about beets?"
Tailor sighed. "It's not just the dream, Erzabet. It's what you said about wanting to drink my blood and all that stuff. I just don't feel comfortable with it."
Erzabet rolled her eyes. "Well, suit yourself. You're missing out on some serious fun." She turned away from him, settling into her sleeping bag.
Tailor lay there, feeling uneasy. He knew he wasn't attracted to Erzabet, but her comments about drinking his blood had unsettled him more than he cared to admit. He didn't want to think about what might happen if she got too hungry.
Erzabet cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "Tailor, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's up?" Tailor opened his eyes and sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.
"You mentioned that lamb-headed man in your dreams. Can you tell me more about him?" Erzabet looked at Tailor, her expression curious.
Tailor paused for a moment, thinking. "I don't know much about him, to be honest. He's just this figure that keeps showing up in my dreams, like a symbol or something."
Erzabet nodded thoughtfully. "Well, it just gave me an idea. I remember a scientist who wanted to analyze my vampire blood. I think he might be involved in all this. I think I know where we can find him."
Tailor raised an eyebrow. "Really? Where?"
Erzabet grinned. "The music. I'm sure the people controlling the zombies will have some kind of base, and they're probably using music to control them. We just have to follow it and see where it leads us."
Rachelle chimed in from the other side of the fire. "But we need to be careful. We're in Oregon, and if we head east we'll be going through the Yellowstone eruption zone. It's not safe."
Erzabet nodded in agreement. "Right, so we'll have to go around. But it's worth a shot. We need to find out what they're doing with the zombies, and why they're doing it."