Rayne stood on the rooftop of a small apartment block across from the Haven club. She watched as people lined up outside. Her red eye, an eye of the demon Beliar, switched through vision modes. Picking up cold and hot body signatures: Red signature usually meant warm-blooded. Like human or animal. Blue was for the undead. Like another vampire, zombies, the usual suspects. Then there was green. Which meant demon kind. Four vampires, ninety eight humans, and no demons so far. The enemy was fond of using vampires of lesser morals, demons with human form capabilities, or sub humans who were corruptible.
Handy thing that Eye of Beliar, she thought casually, but damn it hurt like hell going in. She rubbed the side of her right eye socket, remembering the searing pain of Beliar's eye entering her skull and fusing with her optic nerves and brain. It had taken the better part of the last sixty four to master the use of the eye, to bend it to her will.
She closed her eyes and let her heightened hearing take over. Her brain sifted through the myriad of voices, all chattering and yelling of various volumes. Then she heard it. Someone speaking Cy's name. Like they were speaking to him, laughing. It was coming from the south west. Rayne opened her eyes. The only possible place south west of her location where he could be was the back entrance where bands, performers and their crew unloaded any gear.
Rayne stood up, toes lined up with the edge, and then she stepped off. She landed nimbly on her feet, and without pausing, she continued on across the road to Haven. She passed the front door. Rayne heard all their whisperings and felt all eyes on her. The doorman tipped his hat.
"Hello Darius" she greeted as she paused.
"Hey there Rayne" he replied. Darius was from the human group. He had been stationed here to keep an eye on any sub or non human behaviour. Haven was popular for them.
She turned left at the corner and went around. Down the alley was a dark van and humans loading out gear. Then Cy appeared from inside the loading area, joking around with what she assumed to be band mates. She watched Cy, studied his movement and demeanour. Confident but modest. Someone who wanted to keep breaking his own mould. She smiled to herself. Showtime.
Rayne walked forward and stopped a few paces from them. She leaned her back against the wall and brought one leg up to rest up on the wall also. She allowed her coat to blow about freely, revealing her generous curves in the skin tight material. One by one, Cy's friends stopped and stared, mouths open. Cy looked at them, wondering what was going on as his back was to Rayne. Jake grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him around. Cy saw her finally. She smiled slyly. Cy stood there stunned, surprised.
"Hello Baby," she said in a lowered cool tone.
"Uh, ah," Cy stumbled to find words, his friends shoved him forward.
"Hi" he said finally. Jake grabbed the others, whispering something about Cinderella, Rayne overheard. They chattered wildly to each other, and then cheered. She watched him tell them to shut up. Cy stepped slowly over to her.
"Wasn't sure I'd see you again" he said. He was nervous and blushing just a little. Rayne liked that.
"I'm not prone to being a kiss and run type of girl."
"Yeah" he laughed, pushing his hair back and looking around, "but that was some kiss though."
"Oh you liked that did you?" she asked coyly, playing with him. She made him shy, nervous. She liked that too. Cy was looking at the ground smiling.
"Yeah I did."
Cy's mates were cheering out. Cy politely turned around and told them all to piss off. Human behaviour, always entertaining. Cy was shaking his head, muttering something that sounded like assholes.
"Listen," he said, "You want to go inside and get a drink, and get away from these clowns?"
Rayne pushed off from the wall, standing close to him. He felt like she was breathing him in. She was absolutely hypnotic.
"Sounds like a plan baby."
"Cool, I'll just, ah, grab my gear," he stumbled over words again.
Cy stepped backwards, nearly tripped, and turned around. As soon as he got near his friends, they hounded, teased, and punched his arm. Cy repeatedly told them to piss off. She watched him grab a small dark backpack.
"We'll go in this way" he said and upon reaching her, she casually slipped her arm through his. He seemed surprised at her touch on his bare arm. But it made him smile. Cy stopped and turned to Jake, who was standing there mouth agape.
"Dude, someone could step on it," Cy said casually, using Jake's own line against him. Rayne let Cy lead her inside to a quiet alcove. Jake hung his head as the other heckled him this time.
Cy was being a gentleman and took her coat for her. It was surprisingly a bit heavy. She whispered her own order to the waiter, Cy had his usual. He watched her as she looked around. She picked up that he was watching her.
"You're staring at me," she said smiling.
"Yeah I guess I am," he answered, almost sheepishly, but still didn't take his eyes off her.
"Your right eye, what happened?" he asked Rayne of her red eye. Rayne guessed curiosity had gotten the better of her young charge.
"Rather nasty accident," she mused, avoiding words like demon and Beliar. "I was considerably younger at the time." She really almost laughed.
People had begun filling up the club. She needed to keep him close when he wasn't on stage. If old enemies were after him as bad as Richter's file made out, she needed to stick to Cy like glue. Not that she was complaining. She had spotted him the night before after all. Before Richter's mission. But he was her charge now. It was the perfect combination, business and pleasure, all rolled in one. Rayne patted the space next to her.
"Sit close to me," she said loudly above the music and the people. "I won't bite."
Cy got up from his chair slowly and moved to her side. Rayne draped her long legs across his lap. Cy put his arm over those legs. Rayne had a wicked grin.
"Now that's much more cosy," she grinned.
Cy asked her things. The type of general things humans use to get to know another; like where she was from, her age, her interests, things like that. Rayne had to be a little creative. Her answers were relatively believable. She was born in Nizhniy Novgorod. She was twenty five. She like loud , heavy music. She was into fight training. That sort of thing. Translation would've looked something like this : she was born in Novgorod several hundred years ago, stopped aging around the mid twenties, did actually like heavier music and was a non-human assassin for a secret human society. She had fibbed just a little.
Rayne was unique, even for her kind. She was born the way she was. She grew up a vampire, her mother catching animals for her to feed on. But it didn't quite compare to feeding on human blood. Which she only got in extreme circumstances. When Rayne was eleven, her father found, and killed, her mother because she refused to turn Rayne over to him. He was a nasty vampire lord of considerable power, and presumably german hence the nazi ties. Rayne continued to grow into her twenties, and then just stopped. She had remained the same ever since. And so her bloody history really began.
Rayne kept Beliar's eye active. Five green signatures had appeared in last half hour. In all the times she'd been to Haven, she'd never seen more than two. Something was up. She knew they were searching now.
Jake emerged from the crowd, his Mohawk now purple, and whispered in Cy's ear. Cy nodded and patted his friend's shoulder. Cy leaned forward toward Rayne.
"Gotta get ready for the show. This might be a dumb question, but um, you're going to stick around?" he asked hopefully. Rayne smiled.
"Wouldn't miss it. I came here for you," she replied. Cy blushed a little. She liked that. Cy got up and turned back to her.
"See you soon" he said, and Rayne grabbed arm before he could turn.
"How about a kiss for luck?"
She wasn't sure she'd initiate it. Cy did hesitate at first. Suck it up Miller, he chastised himself. He pulled her off the couch and held her close to him with an arm tightly about her tiny cinched waist. He stared into her hypnotic mismatched eyes., watching violet shards flash every now and then.
"Been dying to do this again," he confessed. She smiled that wicked smile of hers.
"What stopped you?" she asked coyly.
Cy couldn't think of any excuse. He couldn't seem to think straight at all.
"I have no idea," he replied finally.
She never took her eyes off him. Cy felt almost hypnotised. He leaned into her and met her red lips. Cy finally pulled away, finding his senses scattered and his legs shaky. He wasn't quite sure what it was she was doing to him. He didn't complain though.
"I better get out there," he said eventually and chased after Jake.
She had to consider for a moment the ramifications of letting the mortal boy get so close. A vampire's love can drive a mortal mad and violently obsessed, depending on said mortal's mental make up of course. She would have to keep an eye on it.