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Kate was exhausted. It wasn't like she wasn't used to being exhausted. She sometimes thought she had spent most of the past six years being dead tired.
She had opened up her bed and she had lied on it, ignoring Seth's look and had closed her eyes.
Sleep was eluding her, though. She knew that her insomnia was partly due to what had happened that morning and to Seth who was now driving, listening to the police radio, just like she had done.
She had been surprised by how cautious a driver Seth was, and even more so by the fact that almost reading his mind Seth had said, "Low profile, Kate…I wouldn't want to get up close and personal with some cop…."
Kate who had just finished changing for the night in the bathroom had stuck her head out of it and had called, "Neither do I…"
She had come out from the bathroom wearing an old pair of baggy pants and Seth's shirt. Seth had looked at her through the rear-view mirror, but the look in his eyes had been blank.
A few seconds later, she had collapsed on the bed and had started pretending to sleep.
But Seth wasn't the only reason for her insomnia: she was afraid to fall asleep. That was the other reason. She was afraid of what dreams might come once she fell asleep.
She was afraid of her nightmares; she didn't want Seth to see them. She had seen Seth having a nightmare that afternoon…she had seen the tension in his body and how his face had hardened. She had seen him closing his hands in fists and press them against his thighs, and had seen the red marks on his palms when she had got back.
She had noticed how quiet he had been. She thought he had probably had one hell of a nightmare to upset him that way.
She feared the good dreams as well as the bad ones, though. She feared the dreams where she was happy. Seth would probably think she was nuts but to her, those were the real nightmares. She could deal with nightmares, even the ones where she killed her family and was killed by vampires; she could even deal with nightmares about the Titty Twister, she had eventually learned how to.
She couldn't deal with the other kind of dreams. She couldn't deal with dreams where she still had a family, where Seth was with her…and she led a normal life…not the freak show they both called life.
She couldn't afford another sleepless night, though. Not if she wanted to be lucid, not if she wanted to be efficient.
"Take a pill, Kate…" Seth suddenly said.
Kate blinked her eyes open, turning her head to look at him. Seth was smiling at her; she could see it even in the half-darkness of the motor home.
"How" She trailed. She was about to ask him how he had known she was just pretending to be asleep, but decided against it. She didn't want to know how Seth could read her so well. She shook her head and said, "I don't take that shit…"
"Whatever you say, sugar…" Seth just said from the driver's seat.
Kate smiled; she couldn't help it, she sat on the bed and hugged her knees against her chest, thinking about how strange it was to have someone in the motor home with her. What would Seth think if he knew he was the only person besides the vampire killers who had built the secret compartments where she hid her weapons, who had been allowed into the motor home, and that he was the only one she had ever allowed to drive it?
He would probably shrug his shoulders, without saying anything about it.
She realized Seth hadn't talked a lot that day…and it was all her fault. When she had told Seth to forget what had happened between them she had hurt him. To think she had always believed nothing could really hurt Seth Gecko.
For a second she'd been able to glimpse fragments of the old Seth in his brown eyes, it had lasted just for a few seconds…only then did she really notice how much had Seth really changed, how much the past six years had somehow mellowed him, had worn his anger out, morphing it in something else…maybe even more dangerous than the fury she had come to know, but it was something darker, more controlled.
There had been fury, yes…for a second, and then something very similar to physical pain had crossed his features. It hadn't lasted long, though…and then Seth Gecko had morphed under her very eyes in another man; a man who hadn't talked a lot, hadn't objected at what she had said, a man who had kept looking around, taking in every detail of the motor home, probably comparing the changes to what he recalled of the vehicle. The only moment where he had resembled the Seth she had known six years before was when they had talked about the flamethrower.
And then he had fallen asleep…and had had the nightmare and Kate had wondered the horror he had relived in it. She hadn't asked any question, of course. She knew he wouldn't answer to that kind of questions, she'd only make him even quieter.
What the hell was going on with him?
"You should rest, Kate…you look like hell" Seth remarked.
Kate shook her head as she felt her smile widen. It was so typical of Seth showing interest in someone by offering derogatory remarks. Hadn't he been like that with her father too?
Kate closed her eyes. It hurt thinking of her family. It still hurt. It was a pain she knew she would never got used to, a pain she knew she'd never learn to live with; the only thing she had learnt to do about it was ignoring it, pretending it didn't exist, although there were moments, like that, where it was too difficult to do.
"Well, 'Jack', you look like hell, too…" She said and was satisfied of how casual she sounded.
She saw Seth smiling at her words, through the rear-view mirror and added, "I know I need the rest…and I know how I look like…I'll sleep eventually, don't sweat it…"
"Fine, princess. But when dawn comes you'll drive the son of a bitch…we need to leave the state as soon as possible" Seth said.
Kate closed her eyes, without bothering to answer to Seth's words. She'd get some sleep; she always did in the end. The discipline she had imposed on herself and that had allowed her to survive always won, it was stronger…even stronger than her fears.
She covered herself with the blankets and opened her eyes, watching Seth driving; she was almost mesmerized by Seth's hands on the wheel. Was it possible that just that morning those same hands had been on her body? Was it possible that those hands had covered her breasts?
And why did she tell Seth to forget what had happened? She didn't want to forget, she didn't know if she could ever forget…even if she wanted to!
Because it'd be a mistake, babe…the biggest mistake of your life!
She sighed, while her fingers nervously started to pull at hems of the shirt she was wearing…Seth's shirt.
It would be a mistake. She knew that. Allowing herself to love Seth and go on with what they had almost done in his apartment would be a mistake. She knew that…her mind kept repeating it. Her mind kept listing over and over the reasons why it'd be a mistake to get involved with Seth.
She just had to wait for her heart to catch up with her mind and everything would be okay, she thought.
She just had to stop wanting, craving Seth Gecko…so much that it almost hurt.
She just had to stop loving him…so much that it was taking her breath away.
A diner. It was identical to the hundreds of diners where he had stopped in his life: metal tables covered with colored plastic, slightly uncomfortable chairs and breakfasts served by waitresses bored out of their minds and dressed in awful uniforms.
Yet Seth Gecko was looking around, almost as if he had never seen a diner in his life. He thought that his enthusiasm was probably due to the fact that it was the first time for the past two days that they were spending more than ten minutes outside the Motor Home.
They had driven for two days, without stopping unless it was absolutely necessary and even then they had just stopped for a few minutes. They had driven for two days, taking turns to sleep, so that the issue of sharing a bed had been a moot point. They had lived together in the Motor Home, but they hadn't actually spent a lot of time together, which was fine by him.
He had needed time to think things out. He had needed time to make some decisions, he had needed time to try and sort out the mess his mind had become ever since Kate had come back into his life.
He sipped his coffee, while he waited for Kate to come back from the bathroom. He was surprised by the trust Kate had put in him until that moment. Did she realize that he could have stolen the Motor Home and leave her alone in the middle of nowhere, without money or weapons? Did she think about that?
It looked like she hadn't, at least judging by the fact that he was the one with the key of the motherfucker in the parking lot. To think it had all started because of that motor home.
How things would be different had Richie not killed Gloria, their hostage? Would they have made it to the Titty Twister? Would Richie be still alive? Would he have lost Richie…and himself?
He ran a hand thought his hair, deciding to stop that train of thoughts, he knew it wouldn't do any good…and besides, it couldn't change the actual events…it couldn't change the facts…and he needed to focus on them.
He took the papers Greg had given him from the pocket of his coat and read them…for the umpteenth time.
Contrary to what both Kate and he had initially thought, the vampires weren't actually in Vancouver, but in a little town near it: Meadows Lyne, it had been their vampire killers to contact Greg asking for help.
From what the papers said the vampires, as it often happened, had started by keeping a low profile, opening a couple of bars in the outskirts of town…only to start thinking bigger…they didn't just feed on customers of their bars or hitchers or the usual dumbasses who got in their way. Meadows Lyne's vampires wanted more. They wanted Meadows Lyne…all of it…and it looked like they were succeeding in getting it.
He tilted his head up when he heard Kate's steps approaching their table; he met her eyes, and greeted her with a nod of his head. Kate creased her brow and asked, "Do you have a radar or something?"
Seth sipped coffee from his mug, hiding his smile that way, and saw Kate shaking her head while she sat in front of him and started reading from her menu.
"No…" He eventually said, "It's just habit, sugar…"
Kate almost smiled at his words---almost, but not quite. Seth noticed how tired she looked: there were deep circles under her eyes, she still had bruises on her face, they were purple and yellow now, making her almost look like she was sick. Yet, to Seth, she looked beautiful.
"Take a picture, Jack…it'll last longer…" She said, before sipping her coffee, and the hardness in her voice surprised him. How long had he been staring at her like an idiot?
Despite the hardness in her voice, Kate hadn't used his real name when talking to him and that didn't surprise Seth. Kate Fuller was a fast learner, she was smart…she might want to have nothing to do with him, she might not talk to him, but she wasn't going to betray him.
He flipped her the bird and then smiling said, "I could teach you how…"
Kate looked at him puzzled and said, "Come again? Teach me how to do what?"
"How to have a radar" He just said.
Kate looked at him and in her eyes Seth saw fire…and ice, together. He saw the girl she used to be fighting against the woman she had become because of him. They locked eyes and Seth couldn't help thinking that he couldn't have looked away not even if he'd wanted to.
They didn't talk for long seconds and Seth noticed how time seemed to stretch making seconds become too long, too slow, until Kate looked away and murmured, "No"
Breathe. Seth had to take a long breath, as his hand instinctively went under the table to grip Kate's knee. Kate jumped, but smiled when the waitress came to take their orders.
He knew his grip on Kate's knee was probably becoming painful, he knew that…although Kate was still smiling and he did the same, thinking about the fact that Kate was going to have a new shiny bruise to add to her ever growing collection.
The waitress who, of course, hadn't noticed a thing, filled their mugs with fresh coffee and left bringing with her the menus, a second later he felt Kate's hand on his, under the table, and she said between clenched teeth, "What the fuck is your problem, Jack?"
When he didn't answer she rested her back against the chair, she lightly shook her head smiling and stretched a hand to take her cup of coffee.
"Stop" He hissed, "make a move and I…"
"And you what, Jack?" She asked, still smiling, "You break my knee cap?" she rolled her eyes and took a sip from her mug, she kept looking at him and then still holding the mug in her hand added, "Be my guest…"
Kate kept smiling and there weren't signs on her face that he was hurting her. He was gripping the knee with such strength that he wouldn't be surprised if heard it dislocate from its socket.
"What the fuck is your problem, Kate?" Seth asked, repeating Kate's words.
The waitress came back with their orders, interrupting them. None of them spoke for a second; he was leaning on the table, while Kate was resting her shoulders against the chair, a puzzled look on her face.
"So?" Seth asked.
"What?" Kate asked back.
"Do we want to fuck around here all day?" Seth asked.
Kate ran a hand through her hair and Seth strengthened his grip on Kate's knee, she sighed and said, "One day one of those bastards will kill us…"
Seth shook his head without talking, Kate played with her mug, while her left hand was still under the table covering his, she looked at him and said, "And maybe we won't be swift enough to blow our brains out before becoming like them…"
Time seemed to stop around them, while Seth could see with his mind's eyes the images from his recurring nightmare for the past days: Kate being tortured to death by his vampire self.
"We might fight, Jack. We might have to fight against each other" Kate murmured, "I don't want to know your tricks…and I don't want you to know mine…"
"Fuck, Kate…" He said in a low voice. He shook his shoulders, trying to ignore the tiny curls of panic starting to crawl inside of him.
Kate was right. He had thought along the same lines for the past few days: he'd wondered what would happen if vampires killed him while Kate was still with him. That thought had filled his dreams, so much that he had greeted the previous night's insomnia with open arms.
"Sounds fair…" He eventually said, looking at Kate who was sipping her coffee.
Kate nodded, she put the mug on the table, she leant toward him and still smiling she said, "Cool! Now, would you please take that fucking hand away from my knee?"
Seth nodded curtly and his grip on Kate's knee lessened. He wondered why Kate hadn't reacted. He had seen Kate fighting; he knew how quick her reflexes were…why didn't she move?
He shook his head, and started eating his food, although he couldn't even taste it. Kate's words kept echoing in his mind, just like the calm look on her face as he gripped her knee so strongly that he'd almost dislocated it.
They ate their breakfast in silence and Seth almost expected Kate to ask him for the Motor Home's keys, toss his bags out of it and left him there. That's how he wanted to protect her from himself?
"Jack?" Kate said, breaking his train of thoughts.
"What?" He asked without looking at her.
"Cops" She just said. He looked at her, and Kate pointed with her eyes to something behind him.
Seth didn't turn, he kept eating while Kate said, "Two of them, hands on their holsters, they're looking around."
Seth nodded. It wasn't the first time, ever since he'd been able to get to Canada that he was in the same place with some cops. The trick was to keep his cool, to fly below their radar.
He wasn't aware that his hand was still under the table, over Kate's knee, until she covered it with hers, grazing its back with her thumb…and before he could do anything, Kate leant toward him, she circled his neck with both her arms, and her lips covered his.
The surprise didn't last long and it was soon replaced by fire, the same kind of fire he had experienced a few days before, on his couch, holding Kate in his arms, especially when Kate's lips parted open, and the kiss became something more than a way to try and hide his face, and the arms circling his neck more than a way to conceal the parts of the tattoo that his sweater couldn't hide.
His hands instinctively went up to Kate's face, tracing her cheekbones with his thumbs, as the kiss deepened. He closed his eyes, while a remote part of him, thought that he was kissing a girl in a diner, a barely legal girl, who was half his age, while cops where not far away from him.
He felt Kate lightly scrape his lower lip with her teeth, and his right hand went to the nape of her neck, to further deepen the kiss. That girl was going to drive him crazy, he was sure of that. She would succeed where jail and vampires had failed!
And for a moment he didn't care, especially when he felt Kate responding to the kiss with everything she was.
He could clearly feel his blood leaving his brain and heading south…and then, all of sudden, just like it had started, the kiss ended and Kate moved lightly away from him and he noticed the light swell of her lips and her flushed cheeks, yet her voice was calm while she said, "They're gone…"
Not that he had forgotten about the cops, but he shook his head all the same, trying not to move, cursing the too tight jeans he was wearing.
"Good…" He just said and was satisfied by the apparent calm in his voice.
He was horny…he was furious…and was grateful to Kate. It was the second time she covered for him with cops.
"Jack…is everything alright?" Kate asked after a second.
"Everything's hunky-dory, princess," He said. He took some money from the pocket of his coat and put it on the table saying, "We'd better go and stop to the nearest town…"
"What for?" She asked.
"To patrol, sugar…" He said getting up and buttoning his coat, "What else?"
He smiled at her and exited the diner, and wasn't surprised when a few seconds later he heard Kate walking behind him. He stopped next to the Motor Home and turned to face her. Kate had her hands on her hips and was looking at him, a puzzled look on her face.
Seth leant on the Motor Home, his hands in his coat's pockets, while Kate was still looking at him, her lips still swollen with their kiss, her eyes lit up with the same fire he could still feel burning inside of him.
Kate took a step toward him and Seth noticed she was slightly limping. There was fire in Kate's eyes, but there was fear, as well. She feared him. She feared herself; she feared what was happening between them.
Vampires. Cops. Nightmares and shadows that filled up their nights and their days…it was what their life was made of…and yet it all looked so far away to Seth when he took a step toward Kate and wordlessly held her in his arms.
He felt Kate's arms tentatively circling his waist as she hid her face in the crook of his arm and Seth couldn't help but caressing her hair. They weren't talking…there was silence hanging between them, but it was so different than the one that had been their constant companion for the past few days.
In that parking lot, while the rain started to fall around them, it was all forgotten, it was all forgiven. Without any word spoken.
It was their breaths, their smiles to speak for them.
It was their hearts, which spoke the words.
To say the place they had just stopped in was a town meant insulting every hole Seth had stopped by for the past six years. It was a shit-hole in the middle of nowhere.
The only thing worse than that poor excuse for a town would be a bar in the middle of the Mexican desert, Seth bitterly thought.
It was a dark, rainy night. The rain had started falling down that morning and by the time they had stopped to the nearest town it had become a storm, complete with thunders and freezing cold wind. When they had stopped next to the only, surprisingly huge motel of the town, Kate hadn't commented on the fact that he had spent a few minutes looking at the building and the kind of costumers it had, before deciding to stop there for the night.
The fact that Kate had produced from one of the big bastard's many hidden compartments a fake id hadn't been a surprise. Seth had had time to see money, other fake ids, a wooden cross, which had probably belonged to Jacob and a gun, before she closed the compartment. Kate hadn't been surprised either when he had retrieved from one of his bags a fake id as well.
They were two paranoid vampire killers!
For once, the motel room had been a nice surprise, and even the problem of sharing a bed had been solved, because there were two beds, two quite large beds, divided by a nightstand…just like in a fucking movie right out of the fifties!
The first thing he had done once he had sat on his bed had been opening the nightstand's drawer: he had taken the Bible and had started flicking through it, looking for information.
He had soon found out, once he had started killing vampires that one of the means of communications for vampire killers was the motels' Bibles. One had just to know where and what to look for. He had smiled when he had found the hidden note with the information he had been looking for and had tilted his head up, meeting Kate's smiling face.
Ignoring their previous paranoia they had commented on the vampire killers' methods, although they had both agreed on the fact that notes hidden in the Bibles were better than other means of communications the vampire killers usually chose: notes on the pay phone stalls or public bathrooms.
They had had time to take a quick look around in the town – more than quick, actually, it had been supersonic – find out the vampire killers' headquarter whereabouts, which was the one written on the note, then once they had come back to their room, Kate, on his insistence, had rested for a couple of hours, while he had checked on their weapons and made the stakes for their patrol.
Hours later they were still walking down that shit-hole, in circle, side by side, alerted to every noise, every smell, anything out of the ordinary.
The vampires were there. He knew that…and it had taken just a look at Kate to have his suspicions confirmed. And there was something else…someone was spying on them. Seth didn't know whether Kate had noticed, but he had no doubts about it: he could feel the skin of his back itching and his senses had been on red alert for hours, now.
The question was, though: who the fuck was spying on them? Were they vampires or humans? And if it was the latter…who were they? Vampire killers? Peeper Toms who wanted to get up close and personal with his 44?
Kate was still walking by his side, apparently oblivious of whoever was spying on them; Seth side glanced at her: it looked like sleeping in a real bed had done some good to her. It was either that…or what had happened that morning, the fact that they had been in each other's arms for a long time outside that diner.
And if he had to be honest, what had happened outside that diner had been good for him too. To think he'd never thought he needed that kind of stuff.
Seth Gecko hugging a woman? What a foolish idea!
Seth Gecko who hugged a woman he hadn't even had sex with? Pure science fiction!
Yet it had happened…and things, when they had broken their hug, soaking wet with rain, but smiling like idiots, had become easier.
The rest of the journey to the town had been quiet…but the silence hadn't been heavy, it hadn't been like the fucking elephant that had been between them after Greg's visit. On the contrary, it had been a comfortable silence, and while Kate had driven, he'd even rested for a few minutes, without nightmares.
While he had been making the stakes, that afternoon, he'd even found himself staring at Kate, a couple of times, while she'd been sleeping…and she hadn't had any nightmares as well.
Kate's nightmares hadn't been a surprise. If a son of a bitch like him had nightmares, and they were so ugly that he woke up with his breath caught in his throat and he sometimes draw blood because his nails dug with too much strength into his palms…why shouldn't Kate have them?
Kate hadn't had any nightmares that afternoon, she had soundly slept, she hadn't even moved when he had draped another blanket over her, only to stop and look at her like an idiot for a few seconds.
He had been so close to her, so fucking close that he could have kissed her.
And he didn't even want to start dwelling on why he hadn't kissed her, especially after what had happened that morning. He hadn't wanted to dwell on it that afternoon, and sure as hell he couldn't afford to do that now. Not while on patrol.
He looked around and noticed a movement and noises coming from an alley on his right. He stopped and Kate did the same. Seth noticed she was already gripping a stake in her right hand, she had gotten closer to him, her face was a mask of concentration and resolve.
They didn't need to talk. They slowly approached the alley and Seth noticed that is was scarcely lit; the noises hadn't stopped, they were muffled but their hearing, trained to pay attention to every noise out of the ordinary caught them all the same.
They put some distance between them once they entered the alley. The space between them was enough for them to move, but it allowed them to still watch each other's back. Seth thought for a moment that they hadn't even done that on purpose, they hadn't planned anything…it had been something they had done out of instinct.
The alley smelled bad. It was a thick, sickening smell that was slowly invading Seth nostrils. He had come to hate alleys for the past six years. Nothing good ever came out from alleys.
Monsters came out from alleys.
Death came out from alleys.
He wasn't in a rush, if there was something he had learned the hard way for the past few years was not to rush at anything
They were so quiet that Seth could clearly hear the vampire's satisfied moan, as it sucked its victim dry. He could see them now: the two figures, although half hidden behind a bin filled with trash, were getting clearer and clearer as they approached them.
He looked at Kate and she nodded, getting away from him and moving toward one side of the bin. Seth took another step: the two figures were clearer now: a man and a woman, on the dirty pavement, the woman was astride the man, her lips glued to the man's neck.
From where he was, Seth could clearly see the vampire's hand: her fingers were too long and her nails were like claws and they were digging into the man's shoulders, drawing blood.
Seth hated female vampires. Not that he had any fluffy feelings for male vampires, but women were usually quicker, more agile …and fucking strong.
The vampire seemed to sense his presence, because Seth could clearly hear the smack produced by her lips when they left the man's throat, and a second later she quickly…all too quickly got up and approached him, showing her face which was grossly similar to a bug's except for the lips…human, red-blood lips.
The vampire smiled, showing her fangs, and Seth had to acknowledge they were longer than he'd seen in a very long time. The punch didn't catch him off guard; it was exactly what he'd expected. Female vampires were quick, swift…but not very smart…not that male vampires were usually ready for M.E.N.S.A either.
The vampire had the surprise of her fucking life, instead, when he swiftly, while he was still falling to the ground, took the gun from the waistband of his jeans and shot at her. The bullet hit the vampire's chest, just when he fell to the ground against the wall in front of her.
For a second nothing happened, they stood still: the vampire tilted her head on a side, then she moved toward him, still looking at him in surprise while he was on the floor, staring at her.
Then the vampire's eyes, huge, black, insect-like eyes, which reminded him of his own eyes in his dreams, blinked in surprise and pain and a second later she exploded sending green bits of rotten flesh all over the alley.
Seth blinked: everything had gone according to his plan, it had been a by the book kill…then why did he feel like something had gone wrong?
He shook his head and turned to look at Kate, who was kneeling next to the man's corpse. The feeling he'd just had, of something gone fucking awry went up a notch: Kate wasn't moving, she was looking at the man, almost as if she didn't remember what to do …or didn't know what the fuck she was doing in that alley.
It lasted just for a second – one too much for Seth – then Kate snapped out of it and staked the man, but first she took away his wallet from the inner pocket of his coat.
Everything had gone smoothly…then why did he still feel like there was something wrong…something fucking wrong? Despite those feelings, he couldn't help smiling at Kate's skill. She'd acted like a real pro in taking the wallet away from the fucker who had got himself killed by a vampire.
He was still smiling when Kate, without looking at him, got close to where he was, still looking inside the man's wallet.
They were still spied on; there was still something strange, although everything had gone exactly how he'd envisioned it. Seth couldn't shake that feeling…of something amiss, something out of place away.
Something amiss…besides his ribs, which he'd probably bruised when he had hit the wall…at least judging by the pain he was feeling…and by how hard it suddenly become to breath.
"I'm getting too old for this shit…" He said in a low voice.
Kate knelt in front of him, and Seth was suddenly sure she was avoiding his gaze, even while she said, "He was a cop…"
Great! Just. Fucking. Great! There he was, in a darkened alley, on the pavement, under a pouring rain, still holding a smoking gun he'd used to kill a vampire…a fucking vampire with claws and bug-like eyes…a fucking vampire whose only remains was green stinky goo, while just a few inches away from him, lied a cop's body with a stake in his chest. A cop's body that wasn't bursting into flames, yet.
And he was sitting on his ass, with a couple of bruised ribs.
Wasn't it just peachy?
Not to mention that they were still being spied on, someone had been spying every single step they had taken ever since they had left their motel room.
"Jack?" Kate asked.
Oh, and there was Kate who wasn't meeting his eyes…and had zoned out…like she'd never done…not even when she'd been wet behind her fucking ears, six years before. It had taken a little eternity for her to stake the pig.
Seth shook his head, while gritting his teeth in pain as he slowly got up. Yes, he was indeed getting far too old for that shit!
"Are you okay?" Kate asked.
Seth just shrugged his shoulders, regretting it immediately afterwards and said, "I'm peachy, princess. Just peachy…"
They had to get the hell away from that alley, find the fuckers who were spying on them, and making them bleed…a lot. And he didn't give a fuck which color their blood was going to be: whether it was red or green…he just knew they'd bleed under his hands, then they had to get back to their motel room pack their stuff and leave. He'd been in that poor excuse for a town for a few hours and he already hated it.
He could feel Kate's look on him: she was worried, she was puzzled. Right now she really looked like the kid she actually was. She didn't look like the mean fighter he was traveling with; she didn't resemble the woman who had kissed him breathless that morning in that diner.
She looked like a girl.
A girl, who was still not looking at him.
And it was different than her behavior for the past few days. She hadn't met his eyes and had been cold…now there wasn't coldness…now she was just scared.
Seth sighed. He looked at Kate once again and while they got out from the alley asked, "How ya feeling?"
Kate looked around as she hugged her arms and said, "I'll be fine when we get the hell away from here." She shook her head and added, "I don't' like it…"
Seth just nodded at her words. While they walked to their motel, Seth kept feeling observed…and he didn't like it.
Why didn't they just come out already?
And why was he under the impression, that whoever it was, whoever was spying on them, whether it was humans or vampires …was up to no good?