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Fear rolled off his captive in waves. Erin was afraid. Finally.
Her jade eyes stared unblinkingly into his. Their bodies were pressed together with no space in between.
"Who do you think you are looking at Erin?" At first he'd found it funny. The tangible rage. The furious loathing that he could feel whenever they shared the same space. He'd tasted it in their drunken kiss and he knew it was the trigger for each of her assassination attempts. "'Cause I don't see him." His cold laugh prompted a shiver from her. She tensed when he abruptly silenced.
"Whoever I was." Recovering his casual smirk he brushed two platinum strands from her face. "Whoever you came to kill." His pale fingers caressed her neck, stroking the two tears in her flawless skin. "Whoever you see when you look at me." She hissed at him and he shoved her against the wall again. Harder. A trickle of blood sprung from the knife's tip. "He's dead."
Each interaction with Erin assured him that he was far from Vlad. She expected him to… Well he wasn't quite sure. Fall for whatever con she tried? Her motives were transparent. Something he'd done before had driven her over the edge. And something in him begged to apologise.
The rest of him wanted to show her how dangerous he was.
He pulled the knife away and his tongue cleaned the metal of blood. Eye contact was never broken. "When it gets dark we are going out." Erin's brow furrowed as he released her from her position against the wall. "We are going to go out and kill until you understand that I am not him." His eyes narrowed. "We will kill until you forget whatever the fuck he did."
Vlad… Her thoughts wafted through the air while her expression gave nothing away.
He planted the knife in the wall beside her head. "Not Vlad."
The anger in his system finally bled into his eyes and Erin's mask trembled fractionally. If she didn't learn he'd kill her. If she didn't learn he'd lose the only link to his past. If she didn't learn then he'd be alone.
Sharp enamel flashed between his lips and Erin's thoughts became too jumbled to discern. "Remember." He told her. "Not Vlad." Intending to leave the blade in the wall he stalked away.
"You stole my humanity." That was why she hated him? He was surprised. The way she embraced killing was enchanting. Vampirism fit her like a cape. Yet she despised him for it?
"So?" A strange expression flashed across her face as he shrugged. "Soulless suits you."
Her eyes flickered. "You're not sorry?"
Why would he be? His lips curved in his signature smile. "I'm not sorry Erin."
She'd anticipated apologies. Yet there were none. He hadn't grovelled or… even cared. Earlier she'd considered his lack of reaction to her vampirism strange but… this was... He couldn't be Vlad.
The wimpire would've been on his hands and knees with remorse. Mir's apathy was refreshing. And this apathy had thrown all of her opinions of him into disarray.
Perhaps she could accept Mir. Half of her already had. The other half still howled for revenge and burned like acid in her head.
She'd become a seesaw since re-meeting him, swinging between murderous and entranced. Letting go of the former would mean had forgiven Vlad.
But she could never do that.
Although… Enjoying herself as Mir ran his course wouldn't be too bad. It was likely that he would recover his memories of Vlad eventually and if she was in his good books… Yes. She would let Mir in. She would hunt with him and kill. She would wait.
And when Vlad returned… She would finish what she started.
"If you sit in the corner like that scowling any longer-" Mir dropped onto the couch beside her –"I may still believe you want to kill me."
She spoke unsteadily "I was just…"
He stopped her with a pale finger. "Figuring out whether it's him or me that you want dead?" His lips curled into mischievous grin. "Believe me, it's him."
The subtle traits that made him different to her ex-lover were all the more obvious now. She let him take her delicate hand in his. Mir's eyes glittered like diamonds. "Relax." He told her. "It's going to be fun."
Then he flitted them to the bar.
The burgundy furnishings disguised their entrance and they blended into the crowd like any other couple. "Pick someone." He muttered into her ear, eyes fixed on one of the men at the bar. "I'm going to work up an appetite."
Russ didn't hear Mir settle on the stool beside him, and jumped when he spoke.
"I hope you stopped getting jobs with Snake."
"Mir." The thief's hand slunk towards the inside pocket of his jacket, a place where the vampire knew he kept a knife.
"If it makes you feel safe." Sourly, Mir nodded at the leather coat.
"It does." Once retrieved the knife settled in Russ' palm; the end poked between his fingers. The action offended Mir more than he cared to admit and honestly, he felt the tiniest bit sad. Logically, if he was going to eat or murder Russ, he would've done it earlier. And a knife the length of his finger wouldn't stop him.
"So what are you then?" Brown eyes studied the vampire with care and calm but the unsteady thrum of an unsteady heart told Mir how the thief really felt about their encounter. "I'd say vampire but it sounds too tv."
White unnatural canines flashed behind his lips. "It's not."
At the sight Russ' heart gave an unhealthy murmur but he just about managed to pass it off. "Before or after we met?"
"I woke up this way."
"You could be old then? Like one hundred years or something?"
Mir's lips twitched uncomfortably. "I don't know. That's the problem with amnesia." It was strange to watch his old friend tense the second he let annoyance bleed into his tone. Before two nights ago Russ would've cuffed him around the head for getting the slightest bit pissy with him.
In the silence the followed the thief glanced awkwardly around and Mir snatched up his drink. The alcohol did little to dull the irritation caused by his companion's growing fear.
"I can't work with you anymore." The vampire's eyes rose to sharply fix on Russ.
"Just because I'm a vampire…" He scowled. "You want to ditch me. This is sounding very racist all of a sudden."
The thief's eyes widened. "You killed two people!" Mir shrugged and Russ' hand tightened around the knife. "I couldn't even recognise Jesse after you were done with her."
"After I was done with her?!" The snarl was unexpected by both of them and Mir struggled to calm himself down. "She was going to shoot you in the head!"
"You crushed her skull against a wall!"
This was not going quite how Mir wanted. He hoped Russ would be just a little more accepting but now, Erin was coming over to see why he was getting so angry, the thief's heart was beating furiously and he was hungry.
He gave Russ a red-eyed glare. The human shrank.
Then his phone began to buzz.
"What is it, Chey?"
Her voice cut sharply down the phone line, deep breaths indicating that she was stressed. "There's a dent in the wall, a knife also in the wall and a saucepan flung across the room. Did you think I wouldn't be worried?!"
Mir shrugged before remembering Cheyenne couldn't see the action. "Erin tried to kill me again. It's fine, we sorted it."
"She did what?"
"It's fine!"
Russ started twitching as Mir tried to converse with his girlfriend. The thief looked ready to run and the vampire knew that if he had to chase then he'd likely kill the human.
"Did you end her?" His girlfriend voiced the question and Erin made it to the table with a smirk.
"I got bored." Her eyes glittered like emeralds as she licked a stain of crimson from her lips. The thief's heart pounded a samba.
Mir snarled into the phone. "No I didn't!"
The vampires' winked at Russ sending another spike of panic through the constant pounding Mir had become accustomed to hearing.
"Don't shout at me Mir!" Cheyenne took a deep breath. "Tell me where you are. Right now."
"I'm fine! I'm at the bar with-"
"With Erin? Don't move, I'm coming."
She hung up before Mir could argue. The phone exploded into shards of circuitry and plastic in his clenched fist.
"Does Cheyenne know?" Russ blurted.
"Of course she knows!" He scowled. "I live with her don't I? How would I hide something like that?"
Erin muttered something but Mir ignored it to focus on the sound of thoughts drifting in from the street.
'Vladimir Dracula….' The rest was obscured by Russ' jumbled whirlwind of brainwaves.
He listened intently… and heard the click of a weapon.
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