They said nothing to each other as they sat in a private car of the train. He had already bought his ticket so she had to buy one when they arrived. Nick sat across from her and his cross as he smoked his cigarette casually. There was tension of course and questions. She had done this before, this skipping from town to town, he was sure of it. He himself had done it many times. Now they were on the run together. She wanted to stop in the next town to pick up her car and drive the rest of the way. He had no objections.

"What's your name?" He asked.

She looked up to find him staring at her. "Mika Firestar." He wore a black suit and a white collared shirt that fit him nicely and revealed some of his chest. He was little to skinny in her eyes but she knew he wasn't weak because of the large cross he carried as if it were nothing. He had short black shabby hair and a little stubble on his chin. His eyes were light-brown and attractive. Infact, all of him was attractive. "And yours?"

"Nick D. Wolfwood. Pleased to meet you Mika Firestar." He smiled, staring into her golden brown eyes now that they weren't hidden behind sun glasses. He crossed his legs and rubbed his chin, still watching her. "So what's a sexy woman such as yourself doing on the run?"

"Who said I was on the run?"

"Its obvious, Mika."

"How do you know I'm not here just to be your partner?"

"Partner?" Suddenly he remembered the voice that came from the bright light, which almost blinded him because of its intensity. He remembered vaguely what it had said, mainly the part about the partner. The voices that kept telling him to find her and now he had. "I had forgotten about that. But that doesn't change the fact that you're on the run."

She smiled at that. "So are you. How you manage to get away carrying this thing around is beyond me." She glanced at his cross, ran a hand over it.

"Why are you on the run?"

She shrugged. "Nothing big. A couple of robberies. A few murders now and then."

Nick let his cigarette hang from the side of his mouth as he smiled at her. "Suddenly I don't feel safe." He watched a smile sneak slowly over her face. "I get the feeling you use you're good looks to your advantage."

"They come in handy sometimes." She crossed her legs and leaned forward a little bit. "I think you're too smart for that though."

"I think even a smart man could fall for whatever you throw at him."

"I won't rob you Nick, or kill you unless you give me a reason to."

"We'll see."

Shrugging, she moved his cross to his seat and pulled her own seat out so she could lie down. Lying down, she closed her eyes and put on her sun glasses. "I'm going to get some sleep, wake me when we get to the next town."

"Alright." Nick stared out at the moon from his window, wondering what he was going to do about this beautiful young woman. He'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity at seducing her, but then again, he'd be a fool for taking the opportunity. He had already seen that she was no one to be taken lightly. But as Nick watched her body finally relax and her breathing calm to a soft pace, he knew that he had to have her. So he put out his cigarette to get some sleep of his own because he knew things were about to get crazy.


"Mika, wake up. We've arrived." Nick took off her sunglasses to make sure she awoke and realized he made a mistake. He would have that image of her - her opening her eyes slowly, lazily as if they were heavy with tiredness from a long night of pure satisfaction, those eyes opening up to him as if he were the cause of that satisfaction - stuck in his head for days and nights.

She looked up at him for a moment, then got up casually to get the bag they had picked up on their way to the train station. He already had his bag slung over his shoulder and his cross waiting by the door. Putting on her sunglasses, she walked out and he followed. It was early morning, probably about seven. No one tried to stop them and he guessed the news hadn't reached this town yet. But then again, the police weren't what they used to be. He shrugged it off so he could devote his full attention to the way Mika's hips moved side to side. He would be drooling soon.

"If you keep staring like that Nick you'll draw attention to yourself." His head snapped up quickly. "Someone might think you are following me and have intentions of trying to get me to a place where you can attack me where many people aren't around." She looked at him over her shoulder and kept walking.

"I can't help it. How did you know?"

"You're only human and male and typical."

"Typical?" He laughed and stopped to light a cigarette. Mika stopped and faced him, surprised at the way his laugh made her stomach flutter with butterflies. "Typical." He laughed again, as if she had told the funniest joke in the world. "Of all the things to call me Mika. You shouldn't judge me so quickly." She turned and kept walking.

She went into an abandoned car garage and after he entered, she closed the doors behind him. Dropping her bag on the floor, she bent over it and pulled out a small remote. At the push of a button, a section of the floor in the middle of the garage creaked open. She rose and walked over to it and walked down a ramp that led into the ground. It was deep enough to be about a foot taller than her and wide enough to hold a small car - which it did.

She drove the car up the small ramp and pressed the button to close the door. The car was ancient - literally. It had to be at least one hundred years old. It was some kind of convertible, red and appeared as though it had been in an auto shop many times. He stared at it, not believing his own eyes. She grinned at him as she stepped out of the car and hauled his cross to the car herself.

"Do you think you could manage to open the doors?" She got back in the car, revved the engine a little.

He did as she asked and closed them when she pulled the car out. He got in the passenger's seat and looked at her. "What's with this ancient car?"

"It's not as ancient as it looks. All the parts are of this time, I assure you. The police have more trouble keeping track of an old car like this." She drove the car faster than necessary and when she reached the edge of town where the road stretched for ages, she drove even faster.

"So where are we headed to?"

She shrugged. "I've got no place to go. Anywhere you wanna go?"

"I'll go wherever you take me honey." He stared at her, couldn't help it. The wind sent her hair flying behind her reminding him of the way waves moved in the ocean. She looked a lot more approachable now with that goofy grin planted on her face and the sun beginning to set on her left side. She had to be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. He wondered what it would take to get her into bed...

She turned to look at him only to find him staring at her in such an intense way that her heart began to beat faster. She looked away, blushing a little, then turned back to see if he had stopped. He hadn't. "What are you looking at?" It was like those eyes were looking into her soul.

"You, beautiful." He smiled, then began laughing as she blushed. "Don't tell me you've never caught men staring at you at least a million times."

She pushed her hair behind her ear and focused her attention on the road. "Of course I've caught them." But not when someone was staring at me the way you were, she thought to herself. She shrugged it off.

"Am I making you nervous?" When she didn't answer he reached over to run a hand through her hair. She jumped and he pulled his hand away. "I am. I'll have to do it more often."

She said nothing and pushed the car faster as day gave way to night.