IDrakula - Bekka Black [5]
Am jumping out the window with phone and laptop in plastic bags, just in case that’s all they find.
Have to get the police here. Or Interpol. Or whatever they have. The Count must be stopped. Even in Romania you can’t just kill people.
If this somehow gets through, know that I love you. I’ve done some stuff I regret, but you aren’t one of them.
Cross your fingers for me.
Love,
J
From: Postmaster
To: Jonathan Harker
Subject: Undelivered mail
Sent: June 15 8:06 PM
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Mina Murray
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From: Jonathan Harker
To: Mina Murray
Subject: I love you
From: Mina Murray
To: Frank Renfield
Subject: Jonathan’s contact info?
Sent: June 16 9:05 AM
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Hello Mr. Renfield,
I’m sorry to bother you, but I haven’t heard from Jonathan for three days, which is very out of character. Has he phoned into the office? Is he all right?
I visited Randy about three days ago. He seemed disoriented. He also complained that he doesn’t see anyone and is very lonely. I will visit him again today. I’m sure he’ll get through it all ok.
Mina Murray
From: Frank Renfield
To: Mina Murray
Subject: Re: Jonathan’s contact info?
Sent: June 16 9:15 AM
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Mina,
An agent for the Count contacted me and said that Jonathan would be there for a few more days wrapping things up. There are complications with a few of the items to be shipped. The agent mentioned that Jonathan was having problems with his electronic toys, by which I assume he meant the phone and laptop. He lives in a very rural part of Romania, so, unlike New York, they do not have cell phone towers and Internet service providers on every corner. I am certain Jonathan himself will get in touch with both you and me as soon as he is able.
I appreciate your visits to Randolph. Once the doctors ascertain what went wrong, they hope to be able to cure him. Many of his friends have abandoned him, and I am grateful that you have not.
Frank Renfield
From: Mina Murray
To: Jonathan Harker
Subject: Call me
Sent: June 16 8:10 PM
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Jonathan,
I am getting super frantic. It’s not like you to stay out of touch. Lucy says it’s probably a battery issue and said you probably forgot your adapter. Mr. Renfield says so, too, but it feels wrong. Still, I am going to pretend that they’re right.
We saw Renfield again. Here’s exactly what he said:
Renfield: The Master is coming.
Me (massively creeped out): What master?
Renfield: Jonathan Harker will be sorry that he stole him. He will.
Me (wondering about the whole last names thing): Stole who?
Renfield: A kitten, Mina Murray. Get me just a little soft kitten. Only one. I only need one.
He started screaming and came at me. I hated to do it, but I used a wrist lock on him. It worked, just like in a tournament. Unlike a tournament, I almost panicked. Almost.
Abe (that premed student Lucy’s gaga over) was in the room with us. I held Renfield down until the doctor sedated him, which took a bit because Abe had to run out to get help. He wanted to take over from me and have me go, but Renfield kept trying to move and I was afraid I was going to have to break his wrist or he was going to come at me again. There was no way I was going to let go of him at that point.
Lucy was no help at all. She smashed herself flat against the wall and wouldn’t come near us, like crazy is contagious. I’d be mad at her, but she was so upset I didn’t have the heart.
It took two shots of whatever it was. After I got out, I had to go throw up.
Renfield has chewed his fingernails to nubs. He makes my skin crawl, but I also feel really sorry for him. (Except when he’s attacking me.)
You should visit him when you get