AN: Not abandoning my other story - life is just sort of hectic right now and this story just came tumbling out of me!
Please review or send me a PM - it totally motivates me to write more! Thank you guys for reading, and I hope you like it.
Rain lashed against his face just as it did the shingles of the cookie-cutter house on which he was perched. Relentlessly, torrents whipped back and forth by the raging winds sent the masses to their homes, leaving the streets open, dark, and empty.
Dark eyes closed, his head fallen limp against his chest, he inhaled. Deep scents filled his long dead lungs, and right away, he knew something was amiss. The stench of humans parted much like the Red Sea by a delicate, floral scent, unlike anything he had encountered before. Undertones of musk, the pure smell of heat, and fire prickled his nose.
"Stan."
Within a blink of an eye, another being joined him on the rooftop. A wide-brimmed cowboy hat hid most of his features, but as lightning flashed, you could catch just a glimpse of the protruding canines, sharp enough to slice diamonds.
"Yessir?"
The southern drawl within Stan's voice was significant, perfectly accenting his wardrobe, yet a recognizable tone was completely absent from the other man. It was as if he was from another world entirely, or a time long gone by.
"Alert the others. There will be no supernatural in this city that I do not know of."
With those words, Stan was gone. The air beside him stilled, only for a second, before it was filled once more with the harsh rain. Lifting his eyes to the churning sky, he dared to take another whiff. This one, he knew, he would not forget. No matter how many more millennia he lived, Godric knew that this scent would be one that would stay with him for eternity.
"So…. What, you're like a personal assistant?"
Regina Fallon sipped her chai-iced tea, reminiscing over the long winter nights clasping a hot cup of the same beverage. Things like that weren't available in Dallas – everything was iced. It had to be, of course. This was Texas.
The man shifted uncomfortably in his designer suit – Prada, if her eyes weren't deceiving her. He looked completely out of place in the trendy bohemian coffee house, a fact that she didn't miss. Regina's lips curved into a smirk as he fumbled with his too hot coffee, "black", as he ordered it.
"Um, well, not exactly…"
Her eyes drifted slowly to the bag of dry-cleaned laundry hanging off of his chair, and then towards his thumbs tapping quickly away on his Blackberry. She didn't think he had put the damned thing away since they had sat down ten minutes ago.
The smirk held its place.
"Ya sure?"
He looked out of the window, releasing a purposefully slow breath. Afternoon shadows dimmed his handsome features, but couldn't touch the intensity of his eyes. The man was hot, she thought. A bit older than she liked, but nothing she hadn't dealt with before. Taller than her, dark hair, and drilling eyes – he met all of the prerequisites to win a first date.
He puffed his chest out as he spoke in an authoritative voice. "I'm a lawyer, actually. The group of clients I'm working with now had me sign a non-disclosure agreement, so I can't actually tell you what I do."
She hummed, nodding her head slowly. Boring. Using her forefinger to brush back mussed, corn-silk blonde hair, she decided to remain silent and let him do the talking - for once. It took a few seconds, but with the dull rabble of the coffee shop slowly dimming, Hugo realized he would need to speak up if he wanted to keep this going. Not that he really did.
"So, how old are you anyways?"
"Twenty-one," she lied.
Now it was his turn to hum, although with a slightly less assuring tone. "Hah, so, any crazy exes?"
Regina's eyes dimmed, turning from the cobalt blue to a deeper, dangerous color. Hugo, who promptly pushed back his chair in anticipation to escape, didn't miss this change. It was expected.
She was drunk. Again. With this new boyfriend, it seemed the only way she could ever handle him was with copious amounts of liquor. Not a great sign of things to come, but at sixteen, she didn't know any better.
He was dreamy in a way that only California boys could be. The sun bleached hair, the bright blue eyes, and freckled shoulders made her all tingly in just the right places, but the words that came out of his mouth didn't seem to ever stimulate anything above or below the waist.
Sitting on his mother's couch, Jonathan had endured two hours of Sex in the City, and now he was ready to get some sex in this city, if you know what I mean. How could he resist, especially with that scent she always seemed to have.
"Reggie, baby," he mumbled against her shoulder, kissing his way to her collarbone. "I don't think I can stand another episode of Samantha dry humping a teenager..."
She sighed, and resigned herself to turn off the television. It was going to happen for the first time, and it was going to happen tonight - she could feel it welling up inside of her. Keeping her back to the couch where he sat, Regina slowly peeled off her tank top, teasingly rolling her hips. Her denim shorts were the next to go, until she was left only in her undies.
When she turned around, she found Jonathan more than prepared. Not only were his pants off, but his socks were thrown haphazardly on the floor, as well. He was pleasantly endowed, and that scared Regina more than anything else. She didn't want it to hurt. As Regina straddled his thighs, he pulled her panties to the side, and began to rub against her core. A delicate moan escaped her parted lips. This is what she had dreamt of.
Slowly, Jonathan slid into her in an attempt to claim her for all time as his.
Her hands wrapped sensually around his head, pulling him closer to her chest. Regina could feel his heartbeat inside of her, she could feel each breath he took, and the steady rhythm of his hips and thumb threatened to send her over the edge into an oblivion she had never been to before.
"I.. I'm- gonna..." She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. He would never see the bright blue irises turn. Regina's muscles tightened around his length, pulsating with wave after wave of pleasure.
With the final muscle spasm, the hands that held his head gripped tighter. A grunt registered in Regina's ears as Jonathan continued to pump inside of her.
Her hands twisted his head, a sharp crack echoing throughout the room. She felt his final breath. His final heart beat.
The darkness faded as her eyes re-focused. The first thing Regina noticed was the frightened look on her date's face, and the second was that she probably hadn't spoken in at least three minutes.
"Heh, uh, sorry about that. Reminiscing, ya know? I've had my share, but nothing that should come back to haunt me..."
Quickly, she turned the conversation back towards a safer, less murderous subject, "So why did you call me Linda when we first met?"
He looked upwards, grinning. "You looked just like her from behind."
Lifting a delicately tweezed eyebrow, she scoffed. "Do we share some hideous deformation I should know about?"
"No, no, no," he stressed, "You both have very, um, redeeming assets."
"Look, Hugo," she said, placing both elbows on the well-worn wooden tabletop and leaning forward, " – if that is your real name -," a breathy giggle escaped her lips, but she continued, "Why did you ask me here, - here of all places! – today?"
Hugo leaned forward as well, teeth formed in a medically perfected smile. "I have to admit, once I saw you from behind in that grocery isle, I knew I couldn't just let you walk away… although I would've enjoyed the sight."
The smirk transformed into a full-fledged smile. "You just don't seem like a coffeehouse kind of guy."
He leaned back against his chair, finally settling his phone into his jacket pocket, "I'm not. Wanna get out of here?"
Regina glanced at her phone quickly, "Definitely. My, um, dogs need to be fed."
It was a lie, and not a very good one, but hopefully it would see her through to the end of the night without any trouble.