Chapter 7
Perverted demon in beautiful cover
"I beg your pardon?"
"The 'Sun Circle' glad to see all beings of God … and devil here, but if they came with open hearts … Catch him!"
Werewolves nearby reacted on Martina's order immediately, surrounding Van Helsing.
"You guessed right, I'm a hunter, and I never walk without it!" – he showed a long narrow silver sword, making werewolves to step back.
"Funny!" – smirked Martina and crashed the sword with a spell.
'I'm in trouble!' – understood Gabriel, but he didn't use all his trumps.
"Hey, guys! Enjoying yourself?"
The crowd, including hunter and Martina, faced to the door and saw the troop 'C', entering the club. The atmosphere was electrified in one moment and the whole attention was switched on four vampires in leather coats. Martina was the first who started speaking.
"What have you forgotten here! It's a peaceful place and we don't want to see you here!"
Sel smirked, while settling at the bar rack with her guys.
"Four beers," – booked Selin, ignoring Martina. She opened the bottle with a nail and drank the beer in one gulp, then wiped her mouth and gave some attention to Gabriel.
"Great hunter decided to fight for 'peace and friendship between mortals and immortals'?"
"I'm just relaxing; today's the weekend of mine."
"We, too. Barmen! Repeat the drink!"
They really looked absolutely relaxing: while Selin and Lora were drinking up, Mirek was flirting with the waitress, what to Alex; he has been kissing with beautiful werewolf-girl since they arrived. The visitors of 'Helping hand' lost interest to them and continued dancing. Only Martina and her werewolves tensed.
"This place needs to be brightened," – grinned Sel, taking off her coat, and walking to the pole on the dance floor. She moved in tact to music, almost drowning in it. Gabriel walked to her:
"What're you doing, Selin?"
"Saving you life, idiot! Move to exit quickly!"
Van Helsing sneaked out, but mostly unwillingly: Selina's seductive dance lit something in his heart (and lower …), so he wished to get her right now more than anything. But light and pleasant memories about Anna made him sick inside. He felt, he betraying her …
"Cool, Sel! You're awesome!" – exclaimed Lora, finishing the fifth bottle.
"It's so hot here … I'll go to breathe the fresh air."
"Fresh air in San-Francisco! Are you kidding?"
"Leave me few gulps, alright? I'll back soon," – vampiress followed Gabriel, picking up his hat, he left in hurry.
"What a 'Moulin Rouge' you made there!" – smiled hunter.
"I saved your life!"
They shut up, feeling raindrops falling. Soon the rain turned into a real rainstorm. Selin put on Gabriel's hat as Anna did many years ago.
"Hmm, it suits you better than me."
"I know, I guess you feel cold, want to warm?" – she unzipped the black flask from her wide leather belt and offered to him.
"Absinthe?" – he smelt the scent of the drink before making a gulp.
"Yeah, it helps to release from depression."
She swallowed in the burning liquid without wince, making him to feel a prick in his heart.
"Sel, you remind me … one person …"
"Really? Who?"
"No one …"
Their faces were dangerously close, and he thought he could see her soul in her amber eyes.
"Well, goodbye then …" – Sel licked his lips playfully.
"Don't miss me." – she returned him hat and backed to the club.
'What're you doing with me, my angel-tempter?'
As cardinal said last year 'That Victor's assassin is only a perverted demon in beautiful cover, how pity that such creatures are used to exist.'
Perhaps he was right, but it was too late … Gabriel was completely in love …