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Chapter Eight |
They had
been talking on Facebook for weeks now.
He was introduced to her by a mutual friend.
They seemed to have a lot in common and things just kinda
clicked between them.
Barcat
walked by their table.
She looked down at him, he sat and gave her that starving kitty
look. She picked a
piece of beef off her plate and offered it to him.
He gulped it down, and rubbed her hand.
He walked up to him, he glared at the cat and BarCat,
sniffing, decided he was not cat friendly at all.
Then he noticed she had another piece of that very rare and
tasty meat. He took the
offering, rubbed her hand again, then sat and contemplated them
both for a moment.
They walked up the front steps to the door and she started to look for her keys in her bag. He touched her face, she looked up, and he kissed her. It was long, and slow, and delicious. She was so lost in the kiss she dropped her bag.
He
started to help her gather up her things, but she was now rather
nervous and dropped her bag again, and this time a thick long stick
fell out and started to roll down the stairs.
He caught it and gave it a look.
She
quickly grabbed it from his hand, and scooped everything into her
bag. He looked
quizzically at her. She explained that you can't carry a gun in the
city, and mace is not legal.
Pepper spray was clumsy.
So she had come up with an alternative.
After all, a girl has to protect herself.
She entered the elevator and looked at the wooden stake in her bag. It was made from a broom handle, from a witches broom, carved with sigils of protection and wards against evil, and was sharpened to a fine point. She closed her bag, sighed, and pushed the button for her floor. She wondered if she would hear from him again, or if he thought she was just too weird.
As he walked away, he realized he had been that close to blowing it. She was carrying a wooden stake! He thought to himself, I will not be calling on her again and decided he would create a new profile and move to another group on Facebook. She obviously knows about vampires and he was not that desperate for a free meal. He would find other prey elsewhere this evening. |
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