Dealings
The bartender greeted me once I walked into the door of his pub in human form. The strobe lighting threw strange shadows everyplace, except for where the barman stood and waved me over to him.
"You wanted to talk to me?" he asked immediately once I sat down before him.
I nodded to him.
"You're wondering if Ariel was running from your father?" once I nodded he continued, "You would be correct, she was."
My jaw dropped and my expression must have asked him why since he chuckled. A deep throated laugh that was strangely ominous.
"I think the entire reason Keegan is playing with you and your friends is to answer that question." He told me. "You find out why Ariel was running from the man she loved and you win the boy's Game."
I started to say something telepathically when Damon plopped down in the chair next to me.
"Hello Damon" the bartender greeted wryly, "Would you be wanting yer usual?"
"A pint for me and the lady." Damon replied with an all to annoying brief grin.
I sensed the barman smirking as he left to procure the blood. I spun on Damon angrily once the guy was gone.
I thought you left laughing your tail off, I snapped.
"And I seem to remember you saying you were going for take-out." He retorted. "Looks like you're asking questions."
That would be none of your business, Salvatore I snapped as the bartender returned and sat a bottle and two glasses in front of us.
"It would be my business since I have yet to get revenge when you attempted to cut my head off." He replied as he poured himself and me a glass of blood.
I quirked an eyebrow and brought the cup in front of me to my lips, a sight that seemed to fascinate Damon.
You mean it's your business since you want to copulate with me, I replied just as he took a sip of his drink.
He spit the drink abruptly out and choked. I laughed silently as he struggled to recover.
"What would your dear aunt say if she heard you talk like that." Damon asked as I quietly sipped my blood.
That I was right on the mark, I replied casually. You like me.
You like me, or at least how my blood tastes He said telepathically.
I looked at him sideways and smiled, You're fun.
He smirked momentarily, So are you.
A moment of mutual silence passed between us as I felt myself change. Noises became sharper. Scents began stronger, like the smell of Damon's blood beneath his skin. I felt stronger and my canines sharpen. I was now more vampire than human and Damon sensed it.
"Enjoying your drink?" He asked as I noticed I had shut my eyes at some time.
It's human, I said quietly. Whose is it?
"Donors from various Goth clubs." Damon replied and continued in mock sympathy, "They desire *so* to become one of the undead."
I hate people like that, I answered sourly.
Damon shrugged as someone sat on the other side of me.
"You two make a cute couple." A familiar voice said. I turned and scowled at Keegan's smiling face. "A demon and his angel, how precious."
Tell him to button it then demand him to state his purpose, I ordered Damon.
"Shut up and what do you want?" he told Keegan.
Keegan stuck out his lip, "I just wanted to make Angie a little deal."
Damon needed no urging, "We're listening."
"Since everyone is having so much trouble with my clues, I have a proposal." He turned and addressed me, "I'll spare your Auntie and not ever steal her away, if you spend one day with me."
Both Damon and I were shocked and my jaw dropped.
"You just want to spend a day with Angel?" Damon finally said still not fully recovered.
Keegan shrugged, "You can come too."
Why the heck does he wanna spend a day with us, I asked Damon.
"Angel wants to know why you want to spend the day with her?" Damon told our enemy.
"Because, I want to." Keegan responded with a smile that said he was hiding something very important.
He's hiding something, we both told each other at the same time and almost smiled at each other.
"You could decline my invitation and have *dearest* Aunt Florence be taken away…" Keegan left it there and Damon spoke at the same time as I did.
"You have a deal."
Our enemy laughed and began to leave, "I'll see you both at dawn tomorrow." He turned around at the door and said over his shoulder, "By the way, the bartender was the answer. Too bad."
I crushed the glass of blood in my hand sending its shards everyplace.
I was so close! I screamed throwing a bottle at the bartender in my fury. He quickly ducked and blood oozed down the wall in front of me as the bottle shattered.
I scented werewolf bouncers coming up from behind to removed me but I was on my feet and threw them across the crowded floor before they could blink. I scanned the room, baring my fangs, just waiting for another foe to face me.
Damon cleared his throat and I angrily spun on him.
"We really should be getting back to Joan's house if we're to get up at dawn." He told me as if I wasn't ready to rip his throat out.
My low growl filled the silent room with menace. I sensed my eyes started taking on a feral light as I replied.
I want to fight. Drink *his* blood, drink yours too.
"That's nice to know, Angel." Damon replied unconcerned, "You can fight me again for the chance at Joan's."
I lowered my lashes and looked up at him sinisterly. Chance, I asked him. It sounds like a plan to me.
Damon flashed me his own version of the smile I gave him. The plan is to win and drink your blood.
Suddenly both of us transformed Damon into a crow and myself into an owl then launched ourselves out the door.
I led the merry chase at first, ducking and diving around through trees and around lampposts. Then I took the offensive and began plucking at Damon's feathers. He then dove to avoid me and made his way to Joan's.
I didn't follow. I went to my secret hideaway and went to sleep, ignoring the smell of rot around me.
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Special thanks to Katherine vampire goddess and her web site. I liked the drinking game. hehe
The bartender greeted me once I walked into the door of his pub in human form. The strobe lighting threw strange shadows everyplace, except for where the barman stood and waved me over to him.
"You wanted to talk to me?" he asked immediately once I sat down before him.
I nodded to him.
"You're wondering if Ariel was running from your father?" once I nodded he continued, "You would be correct, she was."
My jaw dropped and my expression must have asked him why since he chuckled. A deep throated laugh that was strangely ominous.
"I think the entire reason Keegan is playing with you and your friends is to answer that question." He told me. "You find out why Ariel was running from the man she loved and you win the boy's Game."
I started to say something telepathically when Damon plopped down in the chair next to me.
"Hello Damon" the bartender greeted wryly, "Would you be wanting yer usual?"
"A pint for me and the lady." Damon replied with an all to annoying brief grin.
I sensed the barman smirking as he left to procure the blood. I spun on Damon angrily once the guy was gone.
I thought you left laughing your tail off, I snapped.
"And I seem to remember you saying you were going for take-out." He retorted. "Looks like you're asking questions."
That would be none of your business, Salvatore I snapped as the bartender returned and sat a bottle and two glasses in front of us.
"It would be my business since I have yet to get revenge when you attempted to cut my head off." He replied as he poured himself and me a glass of blood.
I quirked an eyebrow and brought the cup in front of me to my lips, a sight that seemed to fascinate Damon.
You mean it's your business since you want to copulate with me, I replied just as he took a sip of his drink.
He spit the drink abruptly out and choked. I laughed silently as he struggled to recover.
"What would your dear aunt say if she heard you talk like that." Damon asked as I quietly sipped my blood.
That I was right on the mark, I replied casually. You like me.
You like me, or at least how my blood tastes He said telepathically.
I looked at him sideways and smiled, You're fun.
He smirked momentarily, So are you.
A moment of mutual silence passed between us as I felt myself change. Noises became sharper. Scents began stronger, like the smell of Damon's blood beneath his skin. I felt stronger and my canines sharpen. I was now more vampire than human and Damon sensed it.
"Enjoying your drink?" He asked as I noticed I had shut my eyes at some time.
It's human, I said quietly. Whose is it?
"Donors from various Goth clubs." Damon replied and continued in mock sympathy, "They desire *so* to become one of the undead."
I hate people like that, I answered sourly.
Damon shrugged as someone sat on the other side of me.
"You two make a cute couple." A familiar voice said. I turned and scowled at Keegan's smiling face. "A demon and his angel, how precious."
Tell him to button it then demand him to state his purpose, I ordered Damon.
"Shut up and what do you want?" he told Keegan.
Keegan stuck out his lip, "I just wanted to make Angie a little deal."
Damon needed no urging, "We're listening."
"Since everyone is having so much trouble with my clues, I have a proposal." He turned and addressed me, "I'll spare your Auntie and not ever steal her away, if you spend one day with me."
Both Damon and I were shocked and my jaw dropped.
"You just want to spend a day with Angel?" Damon finally said still not fully recovered.
Keegan shrugged, "You can come too."
Why the heck does he wanna spend a day with us, I asked Damon.
"Angel wants to know why you want to spend the day with her?" Damon told our enemy.
"Because, I want to." Keegan responded with a smile that said he was hiding something very important.
He's hiding something, we both told each other at the same time and almost smiled at each other.
"You could decline my invitation and have *dearest* Aunt Florence be taken away…" Keegan left it there and Damon spoke at the same time as I did.
"You have a deal."
Our enemy laughed and began to leave, "I'll see you both at dawn tomorrow." He turned around at the door and said over his shoulder, "By the way, the bartender was the answer. Too bad."
I crushed the glass of blood in my hand sending its shards everyplace.
I was so close! I screamed throwing a bottle at the bartender in my fury. He quickly ducked and blood oozed down the wall in front of me as the bottle shattered.
I scented werewolf bouncers coming up from behind to removed me but I was on my feet and threw them across the crowded floor before they could blink. I scanned the room, baring my fangs, just waiting for another foe to face me.
Damon cleared his throat and I angrily spun on him.
"We really should be getting back to Joan's house if we're to get up at dawn." He told me as if I wasn't ready to rip his throat out.
My low growl filled the silent room with menace. I sensed my eyes started taking on a feral light as I replied.
I want to fight. Drink *his* blood, drink yours too.
"That's nice to know, Angel." Damon replied unconcerned, "You can fight me again for the chance at Joan's."
I lowered my lashes and looked up at him sinisterly. Chance, I asked him. It sounds like a plan to me.
Damon flashed me his own version of the smile I gave him. The plan is to win and drink your blood.
Suddenly both of us transformed Damon into a crow and myself into an owl then launched ourselves out the door.
I led the merry chase at first, ducking and diving around through trees and around lampposts. Then I took the offensive and began plucking at Damon's feathers. He then dove to avoid me and made his way to Joan's.
I didn't follow. I went to my secret hideaway and went to sleep, ignoring the smell of rot around me.
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Special thanks to Katherine vampire goddess and her web site. I liked the drinking game. hehe