TOO MANY RADICALS

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New York City

I tried and succeeded in being nonchalant. I lost them on Fifth Avenue, but they would gather the rest of their crew and pick up the faux trail I left for them. Unfortunately for me, they were not dumb animals.

I proudly cat-walked down Broadway through the colorful wave upon wave of inhuman faces of the citizens of this great metropolis. Memories of my old home bought stinging tears to my eyes, but that anger inside surpassed them and extinguished them. I had to keep my head. I was a hunter... who had become the hunted. The bastards had spotted me when I was enjoying an expensive dinner with an extremely nice gentleman in the BLT market of the Ritz-Carlton. I knew I hadn't lost them the last time they came after me, however, I should have known better than to expect a group of murderous red-necks to throw, so facile, a prey as I away.

I couldn't believe how far I ran in five-inch wedges and a tight black dress. Apparently quite far to have left two full grown and fit males in the dust, although they underestimated me, the head honchos had sent some fledglings to catch me. I hate to sound like pride is my favorite vice, yet I bet they wouldn't even be able to snag me in their dreams.

Flipping out my cell phone, I pressed the number one button and automatically my speed dial zipped. He picked up on the second ring like always.

"David." His voice was gruff and breathless. I caught him after he had punched out from the job.

"Hey, big brother," I coolly conversed," I met up with some friends of yours in the Big Apple."

A dry laugh rumbled from the other end, "You know it is your own damn fault they found you."

"Please, David. Spare me; you know perfectly well how they found me."

He knew of whom I spoke of: "He wanted to know where you were. Probably to give you a message. I gotta admit... You sure fulfilled his dreams after Paris."

I violently closed the phone. I stopped in the middle of human traffic, cradling the phone. Turning it over, I ripped out the back along with the GPS chip. I tossed the phone back into my silver clutch, only to have it torn from my hand. I gaped in shock at how some punk-ass crook was able to exploit my anger to get one up on me.

"HEY!!!" I turned my head to the strong voice who roared. A young man zoomed passed me, while his towering companion joined my side saying something of reassurance. His words muffled by my amazement. Though I despised being the damsel in distress, I pulled this comforting companion behind me. We followed my chivalrous knight and the pursued craven.

I would have laugh at this companion's boyish face of confusion, if I wasn't so annoyed. He was surprised at how fast I could run in such attire. You and me both my friend. My head bobbed crazily whenever I couldn't see my knight and the crook in the activity of this vast city. Just then the lofty comrade went ahead and yanked me around a corner into an alley.

A great commotion had broken out. My knight crashed fists and any means of weaponry an alley could provide. Trash cans were turned over after being thrown at someone. Lids used as shields or boomerangs.

Upon dashing into the alley, my knight turned and froze. A distraction had taken hold of his attention. This distraction earned him a sharp crack to the head, seeing the tables had turned the comrade rushed to his side. The average thief noticing how much bigger the comrade knew he would be pummeled. He threw up his hands dropping my clutch.

"Get the hell out of here!" My champion furiously commanded. The little coward zoomed down the alley.

Picking up my clutch, he shrugged off the concerns of his friend. As they approached, I couldn't help but put on a cute innocent guise. I smiled slightly when my cavalier tripped on air, when he started to fully take in my appearance. A slender figure with delicate breasts and long legs. Long, bouncy curls of gold falling around a heart-shaped face with rosy bow lips and a cute nose.

He recovered with new esteem. An irresistible grin appeared on his handsome face. His green eyes twinkled with an adorable arrogance. Man, he couldn't stop checking me out, and neither could his friend who, on the other hand, didn't do it so obviously.

"I saved your bag." He said with slight hesitation. A veil of an embarrassment fell over his face. He had wished he said something more that could sweep me off my feet.

"Thank you," my voice was smooth and sultry. I reached for my clutch and "accidentally" caressed his hand in the process. A spark shot up his arm. "How can I ever repay you two," Dreadfully banal, I know but they were too busy drinking me, myself, and I in to care for my "pick-ups", if you will.

Both stumbled out "No's", and the friend smiled bashfully. However, my main interest managed some more to business words.

"Well, if you don't buying us and yourself some drinks at this awesome club not too far from here..." His friend elbowed him in the gut," Then again, we could buy and you can just reward us by joining us." He revealed some pearly whites and balled his hands up in his jean pockets.

"I could." I moved closer to him. His smile faded just. He kept looking at my lips, as I spoke," But Mommy told me never to go out with strange men." I turned around, gave them a glance, and strolled away. Damn, I love being a dhampir.

I stood there with Sam. Mouth gapping open like an idiot. I did nothing, like an idiot, as she walked away, not stopping myself from taking a look at her ass, instead of chasing after her. It didn't feel as awkward though, 'cause Sam was looking too and thought the same thing.

"Wow, never thought I'd see the day, when you couldn't sweet-talk a girl," Sam chuckled.

I grimaced at him, "Shut up."

He continued to laugh however, until," Yeah, well, Romeo, I didn't see you trying to dazzle her with your so-called intelligence. All I saw was you imitating a freakin' fish." I laughed at his irked face.

"Anyway, did you get something?" He said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I wish," I mused thinking of that woman. Sam knowing immediately what was on my mind.

"I'm talking about the guy!"

"You're so queer, nah, I'm joshin'. Yeah, I got some hair." I pulled from my pocket a clump of mousy black hair. "Will this be enough, ya think?" I handed it over to him. He eyed it with geeky curiosity.

"Yeah, yeah. It's more than enough. We can that least make two dolls... Just in case."

"Good idea. Well, back to the motel then. Let's make some voodoo dolls."