Chapter 6

Jeff slung his bag to the floor of his hotel room groggily and sunk unhappily into the only single chair in the room. He couldn't believe the day he'd had. Or, more specifically, the 5 minutes in which his day had been made and then broken. He'd been so upset over what he suspected to simply be refusal on Tyana's part to give him a number that he hadn't talked to Amy or anyone else from the moment she'd walked out.

There was only one good thing about that day and that was finding out her name. Maybe now he wouldn't have those stupid dreams. Thinking he'd make the most of that Jeff allowed himself to drift off…

Jeff slowly faded into existence and when he was complete he looked around him in puzzlement. He automatically came to the conclusion that he was in some sort of bar and with nothing else to do he made his way over to the counter and took a seat on one of the stools. A barman approached him and began to speak but Jeff couldn't make out a word of it over the silence in the jam-packed room.

"What? I can't hear you!" he said pointing to his ears and shaking his head.

The barman smiled, nodding understandingly. He disappeared for a second and when he returned he looked around him suspiciously, leaning onto the bar before sliding a large video camera over to Jeff who stared down at it blankly. After studying it briefly he brought his eyes up to meet those of the barman only he'd disappeared. Jeff looked around him, searching for the man that'd given him the strange gift but he was nowhere to be seen.

Gradually the noise level in the room that was currently none existent rose until it was almost deafening. He glanced around him without a clue; his eyes darting from one unfamiliar face to the next. Pushing himself away from the bar Jeff staggered to the doorway of the establishment tiredly, suddenly overcome with dizziness. He leant up against the doorframe while he tried to regain his firm head, shaking his skull repeatedly.

"You ok sweetie?" a soft voice asked, a warm hand clasping his suddenly.

Jeff looked up at the figure in front of him. His vision was ridiculously blurred but as it cleared slowly it became quickly apparent that whoever it was in front of him was wearing turquoise. Eventually two piercing sparks of violet became lucid and two strong props of steel reached out to hold the unsteady man up.

"Tyana" he whispered dazed as he felt himself slipping. She sat him at a nearby table and dropped to her knees so that her face was more or less level with his. She caringly pushed his coloured hair away from his eyes and as she began to gently stroke one of his knees he felt his faintness lift.

"You ok now?" she murmured concernedly as she placed one hand on his chest, directly over his heart. A shock ran from her fingertips into his torso and straight through his core. Tyana nodded gently, pulling him softly onto the floor with her. He kneeled with her obediently and wrapped an arm around her waist protectively when she cupped his face in her hands.

"I'm one step closer to your liberation," she murmured deeply, leaning into him and kissing his cheek. Jeff's arm tightened around her petite waist and he melted instantly as she moved on to kiss his forehead. Her lips trailed tenderly over his face, capturing his soul each time they touched his skin. His nose, his chin, his eyelids. "45 shall fall, millions shall rise" she mumbled to him.

Jeff opened his eyes to her smiling face and just as he went to kiss her lips she pulled back, getting up slowly so that each part of her body rolled through his vision irresistibly. She walked off, Jeff collapsing so that he lay on the floor as his eyes trailed helplessly after her. The last thing he saw was Tyana sliding into a seat next to a handsome young brunette whom she began to openly flirt with. Then everything faded to black…

Jeff's eyes flew open,

"Ty!" he exclaimed singularly before realising he was no longer in a world of dreams. He caught his breath, most of his being wishing that he could sink back into his imagination just to feel her lips once more.

What was it about her that got to him like this?

***

Tyana thanked her taxi driver and paid for the service. She made a quick mental note to come up with some more money somehow and wandered confidently into the smoky bar before her. She was let in with a strong nod of approval by what she thought was called a hopper or jumper or something of the sort and sauntered with swaying hips into the main area of the bar. Heads turned, jaws dropped and eyes bulged when she entered and for the first time ever she felt truly attractive. She paused at the doorway for some reason having an overwhelming urge to help a dizzy stranger that didn't even exist and then continued over to the bar. Eyes trailed after her, the females in the room not appreciative of her over attractive appearance.

Tyana leaned onto the bar, and beckoned for the bartender to join her. They dashed to her side and asked what she was having. Her mind went blank, she'd never drank alcohol before. She shrugged and nonchalantly requested a mineral water with ice and smiled appreciatively when it was promptly placed in front of her. She took a sip and pulled out what she believed was enough to pay for it but she was told it was on the house. She winked a thank you and turned her back to the counter so that she could observe the smoke filled room she stood in. As she glanced about the men returned reluctantly to their conversations and when her eyes settled on what she wanted she smiled flirtatiously. She recognised the strong jaw line and handsome features instantly and knew that man was the one Bret had described to her with a blurry picture to help.

Tyana set off towards his lone table, her hips swinging, and she placed her drink down drawing his attention.

She smiled brilliantly, "Mind if I join you?"

Half an hour later Tyana stared triumphantly down at the blacked out body in front of her. Igod, that was a hell of a lot easier than I thought/I she reflected smugly as she pushed her stiletto heel sharply onto his chest just in case he awoke when she was riffling through his pockets. She soon found his wallet and a cell phone, which she decided could come in handy and so, kept for herself, but her search for the card wasn't as easy. She knew they kept it on them so it had to be somewhere. She pushed her heel harder to his torso, not happy that it was taking so long and becoming a little worried that if someone was to come into the back room and find her there with this fat cat out cold she'd be finished.

Tyana stared down at him annoyed but a smile crept onto her lips when she noticed a shadow cast just below his hairline on his forehead. She stared at it deeply and her smile grew when she found her suspicions were in fact correct. She reached down and pulled at his gorgeous brunette hair to find the top half slid off. She chuckled,

"A man your age wearing one of these?" she asked as if he was awake as she swung it round and round on her finger. "I have to say, that's a huge turn off"

She reached down and carefully peeled off the tape that was holding a small silver card to his baldhead and snatched it up in her hand. She slipped the tag into her bra and slapped his cheek boldly,

"Been nice doing business with you devil spawn" With that she checked she had his phone and wallet and left out the back unnoticed.

Within a half hour she was back at the hotel.

She dumped his phone, his and her wallets and the card onto her small table and found her communicator.

"Yo Bret, has anyone else gotten a hold of another card since Marettabella?"

The man shook his head, his hopes high, "No"

Tyana grinned, "Then just call me number two"