"She's not hiding in the woods. We've been searching there for weeks." Erika states slitting her eyes as she drums her fingers on the ivory arm of the throne.
"Does she have anyone to flee to?" asks Vincent irritated with Erika's lack of direction as leader of the house. Now that all three elders have been slain, she deemed it her right to avenge their deaths and Kraven's. Now the house is on the hunt for Selene, the traitorous wench, and Michael, the abomination.
Erika's eyes light in sudden inspiration. The corner of her mouth twists delicately as a plan blossoms in her mind, "I don't. But, I know someone who does. Bring me Kahn. Immediately."
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"Hey babe," Ben says sweetly into the cell phone.
"Ben can you pick up some…you know."
He can hear the smile in her throat. He pulls off into the drugstore parking lot. "Ribbed or regular?" He asks slamming the door.
"You know what I like," She whispers seductively.
Oh, God, He thinks feeling it press against the zipper of his jeans. She giggles as if she knows what's happening. "I'll be right over. Don't move!" He orders then snaps his phone shut.
"Dude why don't you just buy the value pack?" The pimple infested teenager asks studying the ribbed rubbers, "This is like the third time this week."
Ben pulls out a ten impatiently ignoring the idiot. The cashier slowly so very slowly reaches across the counter. His fingertips kiss the ten and rake it ever so carefully towards himself. His right hand stabs a few buttons. "Aw, man! It's stuck again!" The teen mutters. He looks up into the fiery gray eyes of Ben. "Hold on, sir." The cashier ducks under the counter fishing for something.
Ben looks to his right and left. The store is empty. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and concentrates feeling the matter of the register dissolve in his mind's power. The tray shoots out just as the cashier springs to his feet and says triumphantly, "Got it!" The tray comes in contact with his forehead causing him to fall backwards against the shelf. Bottles of Advil and Pepto-Bismol fall landing in his lap.
"Keep the change," Ben says quickly fleeing the drugstore, condoms in hand.