Part 7
"Mm, nothing like a good onion flower to quell those blood cravings," the gray-eyed stranger looked at the woman beside him, "At least that's what I say. Science … may have some other answer." He smiled at her, holding out the onion delicacy, indicating with a look for her to try some. Shrugging, she picked up a petal of fried onion and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she chewed the fried vegetable, her eyes looking down to the dish as she readied to grab another. He laughed, settling back into his chair as his eyes drifted from her to the other occupants of the club.
The pulsing music throbbed against the air, filled with bodies that sweated and pulsed against one another, creating a primal scent that permeated their clothes and the atmosphere. She glanced him through thick eye lashes; her violet eyes watching the way his chest failed to rise and fall, his perceptive gaze that wandered the crowd restlessly as if searching, and the way his body tensed every time a blonde female walked by.
"She's not here," her voice broke through his search, causing him to train his eyes back on his petite form, "I left her back at her apartment some time ago. Fast asleep."
"Oh," his voice was dull as his shoulders relaxed into the back of his chair, the corners of his mouth dropping downwards every so slightly," What makes you think I was look for her?"
She smiled again, "Few men, have managed to sit this long with me, and not have made a proposition by now."
"Few, eh," he chuckled," I can see how that could happen. You're certainly a looker."
She smiled again, noting the way his eyes traveled down her body appreciatively, "I don't need your reassurance, Spike. I know that's true. Besides, it's not me you want to bed."
"No, luv," he met her eyes, "I don't suppose you are."
"So," her voice dropped to a purr, "What are you going to do about it?"
He pulled back, "Not a damn thing."
She slumped, her fingernails scraping lightly against the metal of the table, "She won't survive without you."
"And she will with me," he scoffed, sticking his hand in his pocket to pull out a few wadded bills, "Look, pet. She an' me aren't exactly friends. We don't like each other. We don't pretend to. Last time we saw each other I did the bloody worst thing I could 'ave to 'er. An' you want me to work with her? Are you out of your soddin' mind? It would only end in one of us, if not both, dead." He dropped the greasy bills on the tabletop before turning away and heading for the door.
She followed behind him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as her short red dress swished around her legs, " You're not enemies either."
He turned to face her, leaning against the brick wall of the building, staring up into the empty sky, "'You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver … but you'll never be friends.' I was right then wasn't I?" He turned towards her, before stuffing a hand into the pocket of his duster and pulling out a thin cigarette and lighter.
"In more ways than one," she leaned against the wall next to him. Watching as he flipped open the lighter and lit his cigarette, before dropping the lighter back into his coat and taking a long drag.
"So, luv," he watched as the smoke floated up into the sky, "Why haven't you come down before?"
She shrugged, "Never was this big a reason."
He stood, straightening his clothes, "Guess I better go see the girl then?" She didn't answer, she merely smiled as he turned away and exited the alley.
"Mm, nothing like a good onion flower to quell those blood cravings," the gray-eyed stranger looked at the woman beside him, "At least that's what I say. Science … may have some other answer." He smiled at her, holding out the onion delicacy, indicating with a look for her to try some. Shrugging, she picked up a petal of fried onion and popped it into her mouth. Her eyes lit up as she chewed the fried vegetable, her eyes looking down to the dish as she readied to grab another. He laughed, settling back into his chair as his eyes drifted from her to the other occupants of the club.
The pulsing music throbbed against the air, filled with bodies that sweated and pulsed against one another, creating a primal scent that permeated their clothes and the atmosphere. She glanced him through thick eye lashes; her violet eyes watching the way his chest failed to rise and fall, his perceptive gaze that wandered the crowd restlessly as if searching, and the way his body tensed every time a blonde female walked by.
"She's not here," her voice broke through his search, causing him to train his eyes back on his petite form, "I left her back at her apartment some time ago. Fast asleep."
"Oh," his voice was dull as his shoulders relaxed into the back of his chair, the corners of his mouth dropping downwards every so slightly," What makes you think I was look for her?"
She smiled again, "Few men, have managed to sit this long with me, and not have made a proposition by now."
"Few, eh," he chuckled," I can see how that could happen. You're certainly a looker."
She smiled again, noting the way his eyes traveled down her body appreciatively, "I don't need your reassurance, Spike. I know that's true. Besides, it's not me you want to bed."
"No, luv," he met her eyes, "I don't suppose you are."
"So," her voice dropped to a purr, "What are you going to do about it?"
He pulled back, "Not a damn thing."
She slumped, her fingernails scraping lightly against the metal of the table, "She won't survive without you."
"And she will with me," he scoffed, sticking his hand in his pocket to pull out a few wadded bills, "Look, pet. She an' me aren't exactly friends. We don't like each other. We don't pretend to. Last time we saw each other I did the bloody worst thing I could 'ave to 'er. An' you want me to work with her? Are you out of your soddin' mind? It would only end in one of us, if not both, dead." He dropped the greasy bills on the tabletop before turning away and heading for the door.
She followed behind him, her heels clicking against the concrete floor as her short red dress swished around her legs, " You're not enemies either."
He turned to face her, leaning against the brick wall of the building, staring up into the empty sky, "'You'll fight and you'll shag and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver … but you'll never be friends.' I was right then wasn't I?" He turned towards her, before stuffing a hand into the pocket of his duster and pulling out a thin cigarette and lighter.
"In more ways than one," she leaned against the wall next to him. Watching as he flipped open the lighter and lit his cigarette, before dropping the lighter back into his coat and taking a long drag.
"So, luv," he watched as the smoke floated up into the sky, "Why haven't you come down before?"
She shrugged, "Never was this big a reason."
He stood, straightening his clothes, "Guess I better go see the girl then?" She didn't answer, she merely smiled as he turned away and exited the alley.
