The Drac Pack
by PhantomChajo
Chapter 3
Bobby watches the person they are looking for arrive at the pick up area and sit down on a bench, seemingly oblivious to their presence. ~Professor, he's here. Essex is here~ He reaches over and taps Warren on the shoulder and nods towards Essex.
Warren turns to look and arches a golden eyebrow, a silent question in that action. 'Do we approach him?' it seems to ask.
::Please, stay where you are. I do not want him to run again:: Comes a commanding, yet polite telepathic message.
Bobby, Warren and the third person mental nod at the comment. Staying where they are. Just watching as Essex answers a cell phone. Bobby blinks, Warren frowns and the third person just snorts as they hear his greeting.
~He has a sick, twisted sense of humor it seems~ Warren commented to the Professor.
::Please do not judge him yet, Warren:: the Professor 'scolded' lightly.
Xavier and Hank were approaching the limo when Essex looked up, a black cigarette in hand, about to be lit. Surprise clearly seen on his pale features, and a little hint of fear in his intense blue eyes.
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Time seemed to flow to a stop at that moment. Seconds frozen.
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No one was paying attention it seemed when a sleek black motorcycle pulled up to the curb in front of the dark haired young man. The rider was dressed in light blue jeans, sneakers, a t-shirt and a black leather jacket with the words 'Drac Pack' in blood red across the upper and lower back. In between the words a snowflake done in silver, white and pale blue.
Sandy blonde hair could be seen brushing across the collar of the jacket. The sleeves pushed up the slender arms to the elbows and black gloves encased the hands. The rider parked the bike and dismounted. Sauntering over to the man on the bench, pulling the helmet with the same snowflake design, off as She did.
Helmet in one hand the other placed on her hip she glanced at the man then over to the six watching him. Her light blue eyes narrowed a moment then she let a slow smile cross her lips. The light breeze played with the ends of her shoulder length hair.
She spoke.
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Time hiccupped and returned to normal flow.
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"Hey Stranger. Need a ride?" a young female voice asked.
Blinking, breaking the staring contest and turning to the voice. Fingers returning the unlit clove to the pack. "Hasn't anyone told you that picking up strangers is dangerous?" the British accent softening the dark velvet voice.
"Well then," She just grinned impishly as she set the helmet on the bench next to him and sat down in his lap facing him, arms draped over his shoulders. Gloved fingers playing with the midnight black hair. "I guess I'll just have to get to know you." With that she leaned forward letting her lips caress his in a delicate, yet passionate kiss.
~~~~~~~~~~~On the six that watched this, various expressions could be seen.
On the shorter blonde, eyes wide in shock at seeing his mirror image in female form, sitting in the lap of a younger version of his deadly enemy. Engaged in a passionate kiss.
On the taller blonde, surprise, eyebrows arching up, before turning to disgust.
On the man by the drivers door, A frown marred his features. His eyes scanning the area for possible traps.
On the bald gentleman in the wheelchair, a calm expression, hands clasp in his covered lap.
"oh My" was heard from the blue furred fellow standing behind the wheelchair, as he reached up to push his glasses up on his nose.
And on the red haired lady that was approaching, a quizzical smile, that threatened to turn to a giggle.
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His hands slide around her waist, pulling her against his chest. His teeth nibbling her lower lip. Sharp fangs grazing soft skin as he moved to his lips along her cheek to her neck.
::Will Psion be upset about this?:: he asked her telepathically.
~Doubtful. He's trying to work up the nerve to ask you to join us one night~ She replied to him ::*Passion raising along with delight, joy and laughter*::
::Unnggh... Go easy on me girl! I have to work tonight.:: Letting his hands roam up her back under the jacket.
~masochist!~ She laughed softly. ~and an exabitionist to boot! You know THEY are getting a free show.~ Her fingernails scratching his scalp teasingly.
::Fuck them, They are getting what they deserve by trying to corner me:: he snarled mentally. ~I'm going to need a cold shower when I get home!~ He was careful not to break the skin. He didn't need to feed yet. ::Is anyone home? I truthfully expected one of the others to pick me up::
~They all had to work. Your lucky that I didn't have practice this afternoon. Otherwise you would have had to either walked or called a cab.~
~~~~~~~~~~~~Both the Professor and Jean were aware that a conversation was taking place between Essex and the young woman, but both were too polite to eavesdrop on them. Listening to surface thoughts are one thing. But listening in on a private conversation was something else completely. Even when the conversation in question was between two people that could become possible enemies.
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::Or I might have had an un-welcomed 'offer' from THEM. Come on, we need to
go. I want something to eat before work. By the way, since everyone is at work,
I would appreciate it if you came with me. I don't want you at home alone. Call
me paranoid, but I don't like the idea of any of us being by ourselves since
the incident in the park::
He broke off nuzzling her neck and grinned at her. "Want to join me tonight?"
She grinned in return as she looked at him. "I thought you'd never ask. By the way, Call me Shiva."
"Name's Drac, and the Pleasure is ALL mine," He let her go so that she could stand back up.
Getting up off his lap she retrieved her helmet and his backpack. Turning to face the group next to the limo she smirked and wiggled her fingers at them. "buh-bye now" she said.
He stood up, towering over her by over a foot. He just glanced at them and quirked an eyebrow, then smiled in such a way before walking to the motorcycle. Claiming the extra helmet that was strapped to the back. Swing his leg over the seat and settling comfortably. He waited till Shiva was mounted behind him, before he swung the helmet up and put it on.
His helmet's motif was identical to his motorcycles. Black with blood red lips, white fangs, surrounding a blue diamond.
Cranking up the motorcycle he revved it a moment, feeling her arms about his waist tighten in anticipation. He flipped the visor down over his face, put the kickstand up and revved it once more before taking off with a squeal of tires.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nothing was said as the pair left. They all looked at each other once before climbing into the limo and leaving.
