Shared Dreams Ch. 7
I can't believe this!
I stared at the man, "I'm not telling you shit until you tell me your name."
"Introductions can come later Miss Merrill, right now my patience is waning so I suggest we stop all this cut-throat bullshit and cut to the chase. What do you say?"
"Name first," I put my hands on my hips. He gave me a look that said he definitely didn't like it that I was ruining his plans. The muscles in his neck and shoulders flexed.
"You're being very difficult." He narrowed his eyes. "I hate difficult."
"Sorry, 'm having a really bad day. Now tell me your name." I wasn't in the mood for this.
The man sighed loudly through his nose, "You'll call the police."
"No," I shook my head, "I should, you broke into my home. But I prefer to handle things my own way. The police wouldn't really like it if I got my way though so…"
"Why's that?" He sounded unimpressed. He obviously didn't know me very well.
"Simple. I would just fucking shoot you," I shrugged. "The police frown on that sort of thing." I smiled at him, that smile that told him everything and nothing. The smile that doesn't exactly reach my ears.
"If I wasn't here on other business I would test your theory. See if you could keep up with that mouth of yours."
"Why not?"
"Miss Merrill I'm not stupid, I know you're unarmed." He stepped closer. His eyes were turning that eerie translucent blue color priest's eyes had been when I first met him and when he bit me. I stayed right were I was, not bothering to move an inch. I know he knew I was getting scared so there was no point in backing up like someone about to be hit. I could probably lie and say I wasn't scared if he asked but why lie to someone who could probably smell your fear. I just wished I had my gun with me. The damn bastard had to bring that little fact up.
I kept my eyes level with his and equally menacing. No way was I going to give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing me look away first He would have to fight to see me cower in fear. Maybe that's what he had planed.
"It would be in polite." He smiled showing fangs. My arms and fingers twitched. I wanted to fight him. He seemed to want the same thing. Well in that case, bring it on!
"What is this a new fashion statement?"
"Witty bitch aren't you, a good actress too it seems. Hiding all that fear behind that rough and tough exterior takes talent." The smile faded. I held back a gulp. "Unfortunately talent's not going to save you from a bullet." My eyes flicked to the gun posed and ready to shoot, then back to him.
"Maybe not," I shrugged. "Quite frankly it doesn't matter. No point in hiding it. Yeah I'm scared but I'm mostly pissed off. This is the second time some mouthy chump has threatened me. Now I don't know about you but mouthy people tend to make me cranky, so get it over with. Ask your damn questions and leave. You're giving me a headache." I almost choked on my own words. It was amazing how dry your throat could get when you were scared. Mine was a damn Sahara.
The man lowered his gun with reluctance. Well now that we got that out of the way.
"Chupa," He holstered his gun in an ankle holster he had managed to keep hidden, usually there was a noticeable bulge. He must have already had the gun out. I would have noticed if he had to bend down to get it. "That's my name, Chupa," he looked up at me from under his nice brows as he straightened back up.
"Nice name, you seem to already know mine." Chupa nodded. A simple once down and once up.
"What do you want?"
"You are investigating the death of a man who as of a few hours ago was proclaimed alive again. This true?" I only nodded. Chupa seemed to want a better confirmation than that but just gave me a sharp look before continuing, "and he attacked you at a near by hospital, yes?" I nodded. He reached a hand out touching the bandage on my neck. " He bit you," he made it a statement. I didn't say anything.
"I'll take that as a yes." he let his hand drop back to his side. "Did you get the guys name?"
"He said it was Priest." Chupa's eyes widened.
"We thought we had lost him," It was almost a whisper. He looked down at the ground for a moment then his head jerked back up. "Do you know were he went?"
"No." I folded my arms over my chest. Chupa tried to touch my neck again, but this time I backed away. He smiled showing full fangs.
"No wonder he likes you, you're a fighter. I'm surprised though that he got a lick at you." I was silent for a moment. Better not comment on that one.
"He's been watching."
"What makes you think that?" Chupa tilted his head to the side, like a bird that just eyed its food.
"You said he liked me. He must have seen me somewhere or either he was watching me."
"No, not exactly. He's been dreaming of you." Chupa pulled a piece of paper from his pants pocket and handed it to me. I carefully unfolded it and looked at its contents. It was a drawing of a woman. She was sleeping, her left hand delicately laid above her head. Her lips were slightly parted. Her hair surrounded her in a pool of soft curls like a river of silk had just settled around her covering the pillow. I knew those soft angles of the jaw line and the dark lashes, it was me!
"Did he do this?" I asked. Chupa nodded.
"He saw it in a dream." I spun around at the sound of a new voice.
He was casually leaning against the wall in the hallway. Shadows carefully hide him, I only saw an outline. Slowly he came forth showing a lean, semi tall man. His short neatly parted hair was almost the same color as his dark honey brown eyes. His face might qualify as handsome if he smiled, none the less though he was easy on the eyes. He spoke with full lips, and moved gracefully, suavely towards me.
"I must say you are much prettier in person Miss Merrill."
"Thanks now who the hell are you?"
"forgive me, my name is Johan Trivek…."
"You looking for this Priest guy too?"
"Yes. I understand you had quite the encounter with him."
"You could say that."
"What the hell do you guys want and why am I getting pictures?"
"We used the picture to find you…as for why we are here. Why don't we take a drive and I'll explain everything to you."
"If I say no?"
"I wouldn't if I were you."
"Whatever." I reached out and turned the doorknob, flinging the door open.
A.N. Ok for those who are having some difficulty understanding …..Priest and Chupa are not dead obviously and…..well Johan is in this story because I had to have someone Tony Goldwyn could play (God! I love that man)
Any who I really hope you are enjoying the story and sorry it took so long to update ……a lot of tests and finals to take.
Love you all !
