Chapter 6
Previously:
"Hello again." She said with a wicked smile.
Now:
The two gentlemen stared at the young girl across the counter top in horror, at least Kol had horror in his eyes. Klaus had a flash of horror but then that horror turned into rage as he lunged across the counter towards her. She backed up against the licker cabinet her hands infront of her. She held him back by the chest keeping him in the position where his hip bones were painfully pressed up against the edge of the counter top then she bent her elbows so her mouth was by his ear. "People are staring." She said softly, "I don't think you want questioning." She pushed him back, "so I suggest you climb back over that bar before I throw you over it." She said with a little more venom in her voice no, the gentleness evaporated from her tone.
"This isn't over," Klaus threatened as he pointed at her. This hole time Kol was just staring at Grace. "Come on Kol," Klaus said walking away. When Kol didn't move Klaus stalked back over to his younger brother infuriated and slightly embarressed that he had to back track for his brother, "I said come on," Klaus said hitting Kol on the arm.
"Brother," Kol said never taking his eyes off Grace, whom seemed to not notice but was hearing every thing, "I want to stay."
"Fine." Klaus pouted and sat back in his seat.
Grace smiled sweetly at one of the regulars, slapping her hand on the counter and dragging it along the top, then she stopped in front of the two immortal brothers. Conveniently the tap was right in front of them, Grace got a glass out and began filling it when she spoke,"Are you going to attack me again or can I get your drink order."
"UH," Kol stammered, as Grace slid the 12 oz. glass of goose island across the countertop to the regular. Amazingly not spilling a single drop of the gold strong, but rich, smelling alcohol with the white pillow of foam resting on top. When the drink made it into the older man's out stretched hand, did Grace turn back to the two.
"We'll have two bourbons please," Klaus said in his most polite voice.
"yep." Grace said with a fake smile then set two tumblers on the counter. She turned around and opened the liquor cabinet and grabbed the bottle of bourbon and poured the thin honey colored liquid into the glasses.
"Here you go," Grace set the glasses in front of the vampires across the bar.
"Gracie," a boy walked around the counter and draped his arms around her shoulders. This made Kol tense and he did not know why, and both Klaus and the boy took notice.
"What do you want Jeremy?" The boy was a good head taller than her. "And get your hands off me," The young lady scoffed and shoved his arms off her shoulders roughly.
"It's time for me to clock in and your turn to clock out." He said over his shoulder, as he walked into the back room.
"Yes!" Grace said and rushed after him, past him and in the prosses knocking him into the door frame.
She clocked out then rushed out the door that leads to the back room. The two british vampires were still sitting there on the stools at the counter, she was half way to the door when she turned around and walked back to them. Draping her arms around their shoulders pulling them in for half hug. "Au revoir mes collègues Hellraisers, j'espère ne pas vous voir bientôt. (Good bye my fellow hellraisers I hope to NOT see you soon) Grace stated in French then kissed there cheeks and left.
Kol just started after her, a look of complete awe in his eyes, as his hand held his cheek where she had kissed him. On the other hand Klaus was wiping at his cheek aggressively, acting like a six year old who believes in cooties and got kissed by a girl.
Outside Grace climbed on her Harley-it had polished silver metal, and the paint parts where black, sparkly, and polished as well- buckled on her helmet and sped off down the road, sun shining off the polished bike and the motor emitting a low popping that stuttered then ran smoothly as greatened the distance between her and the bar.
(End of Flash Back)