Just one of those nights
Three years back...
Maybe it’s the adrenaline overload of having a job where you’re never entirely confident that you’ll live to see the weekend. Maybe it’s the fact that I was wheeling and dealing with a clan of the nastiest warlocks in this zip code before I finished my morning coffee. Maybe it was the baby-eating Lamia who sneered at me from ( Read more... )
Maybe it’s the adrenaline overload of having a job where you’re never entirely confident that you’ll live to see the weekend. Maybe it’s the fact that I was wheeling and dealing with a clan of the nastiest warlocks in this zip code before I finished my morning coffee. Maybe it was the baby-eating Lamia who sneered at me from ( Read more... )
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The idea of feeding on another human - no matter how they were - still made me sick to my stomach. But I needed to feed, get some sort of blood in my system before the cravings drove me mad.
I wasn't dead that long so my tan still lingered, making me seem human with a pulse and not dead like I felt inside. Hopefully it would work to my advantage.
My eyes caught sight of a man with intense blue eyes, I couldn't help but stare, wondering what his story was and why he would be in a place like this. The way he rolled his neck made my stomach clench with want.
“Not drinking tonight? Or will you make my night by letting me buy you something?”I let my gaze linger just a bit more, meeting his eyes and feeling as if I could see through him if I really tried. I started to say something but I ended up licking my lips instead, moving ( ... )
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Normally, I'd be worried. Currently, I'm too distracted to care much at all.
I trail after her as she moves easily through the crowd to a booth in the shadows. It's a toss up as to whether I'm going to sit across from her or take a chance and slip in beside her. When I finally do the gentlemanly thing and take the opposite bench, I'm rewarded with a playfully appraising look.
And then she turns away and I'm scrambling for her attention again within a matter of seconds.
"Why haven't I seen you around here before?" She looks bemused and I wince at the way the words came out. "That, uh, didn't sound like so much of a corny pick-up line in my head. What I meant to say is that I work here some nights. And I know I would've remembered you if I'd see you before ( ... )
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"Why haven't I seen you around here before?"
My brow slowly raised as I sipped my drink, the smell of liquor filling my nose and it took a lot for me not to make a face of distaste as it burned it's way down into my stomach. I don't think I'll ever get used to the new urges I had, I'm not sure why I decided to order what he was having. Seemed like the right way to flirt at the time.
"That, uh, didn't sound like so much of a corny pick-up line in my head. What I meant to say is that I work here some nights. And I know I would've remembered you if I'd see you before.""You work here." I mused softly, looking at him and then around the room. "You don't seem like you'd fit in here..." My eyes gazed into his and I smiled sweetly. "Pick up line or not...thank you, I'm sure you would have noticed me too." ( ... )
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"I was just thinking that," I mumble into my drink, taking another gulp. Hell, maybe she's a Reader. That'd be just my luck.
On the other hand, I doubt she'd have stuck around this long if she had a notion of what was going on in my head when I let my eyes slide down to the lacing at the front of her blouse, mentally unweaving it and...
Just to be on the safe side, I clear my throat and make with the eye contact.
"So... Do you have a name or do I just call you pretty eye candy?"
I laugh out loud before I can stop myself, overwhelmed with her low smooth voice and startlingly direct approach. Oh, I like her.
"Jesse." I'm out of practice and I fumble the lie, breaking eye contact and coming dangerously close to stammering the fake name. Hopefully she'll just think I'm playing coy or something. Can't afford using my real name and the new-alias-every-night thing is just one more mark of my captivity.
"And you? 'Gorgeous girl who thinks I'm pretty' would be too long, wouldn't I?"
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I smile slowly and nod. "You were right, Lindsey." Brushing my hair away from my face I start to follow him, his hand brushing against mine and sending shockwaves of lust through my body. The images and ideas of what I could do with him, how warm he was, I could feel my stomach clench wih hunger and it shot down between my thighs and turned to lust.
"You're freezing, sweetheart! Why didn't you say something?"
Before I can object and tell him that I feel fine he drapes his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. My stomach clenched and with a shaking hand I wrapped my hand around his waist, clinging to his jacket as we walked. I let him lead us to wherever he planned on taking me, knowing that if I need to I can fend for myself against him.
"So, Tara of No Last Name. Do you live in L.A., or are you just passing through?"I looked up at him and tried to ignore the beat of his pulse so close to me and I sighed, looking ahead as we turned down one of the deserted streets. "Both, actually ( ... )
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Her reply makes me wonder if one good night would be enough to convince her to stick around in this smog-and-glitter town a little longer. But I'm thinking too far ahead again, which is something that always got me in trouble. Starting planning big schemes and you'll miss the most important details right under your nose.
"I've been mostly doing undercover work lately," I reply glibly. Up goes her eyebrow as she waits for the inevitably innuendo about 'under cover' work, but it's actually about as close to the truth as I've come all night.
"There are some people that I'd ... rather not know I was here." And why am I getting into this with her? I shut my mouth and shake my head slightly, hunting for a change of topic ( ... )
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I cocked my brow at him and looked at him inquisitively. "Now if that isn't a line..." I muttered under my breath, letting him lead us to wherever he decided we'd go tonight. Not that we made a plan or anything for us tonight.
"There are some people that I'd ... rather not know I was here."
"Oh..." I murmur softly, tightening my grip on his jacket and pulling the warmth into me; without really realizing it I rested my other hand on his chest. I could feel a small tremor run through my fingers from his chest, his heart, beating rapidly and making me hungry with lust and want...not to mention the need to feed.
"Well. It may not be the nicest place, but you know what they say. Turn the world on its side and everything that isn't tied down lands in L.A."I look up at him, laughing and shaking my head. "That has to be the most amusing thing I've heard in a long time." My eyes met his and I tried not to get lost in them again, there was something about them that just drew me in and made me ( ... )
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So we're standing here in the streetlight glow like some silver-screen couple, even though I don't even know her last name or if that's her real hair color, and that little voice in the back of my brain just keeps chirping that it would be a really nice thing if I could kiss her.
"Are you trying to seduce me?""Well, I guess that depends," I murmur, moving even closer, unable to take my eyes off of hers. The light breeze sends a thread of her hair sliding over her cheek and I brush it back gently, still a little bit worried at how cold she is from the night air. "Is it working ( ... )
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She's teasing me, leaving me aching for her and leading me on with that quiet stream of words. Yes, yes, yes, I'd give you anything. Just kiss me again?
I nod, swallowing before I can actually get my voice to work. "I'm yours, darlin'. Been yours since you saw me in the bar." There's a little voice in the back of my head chirping away, one I used to listen to on a daily basis back when I was Lindsey McDonald, Attorney-at-Law. One that kept me alive.
Fuck it. This isn't the courtroom anymore and promises whispered at a time like this are far from binding contracts. "You can have me, Tara. Just ... come here. Please, I need you, baby..."
Desperate? A little. Honest? More than anything I've said in years now.
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"I'm yours, darlin'. Been yours since you saw me in the bar."
"Good." I purred, reaching up and pulling out the hair clip that held the sides of my hair back, letting it fall down and over my shoulders. "So have I..." A soft moan escaped my lips and I looked down at him through my lashes, my eyes running over him; the intensity of his stare warmed me from the inside. This is a dangerous game we're playing here.
"You can have me, Tara. Just ... come here. Please, I need you, baby..."The words he said shot through me and I was starting to realize he had a knack for it and I finally gave in. The look in his eyes and the sound of his voice pulling me to him like a magnet ( ... )
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Or would be. You know, if I wasn't a little bit preoccupied at the moment.
There's a kind of muted urgency in her words, one that sets off that alarm in the logical part of my mind again. Why the rush? We've got all night... But I'm not about to press my luck, my fingers digging into her smooth skin like she'd try to escape if I let her ( ... )
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"Tara, baby, please...oh Christ, I want you so bad..."
His words make me come undone and I think for just a fleeting second that I'll look into his eyes and spill everything that's inside me out over him. Giving him my real sob story and beg him to do what Spike wouldn't and what I couldn't. Make my mystery end and turn me to ash.
But I don't, something tells me he won't and I pull myself to go back to the task at hand, the want and the need we both have. Fitting to each other like a puzzle even for a moment.
Moving my mouth from him I rest my head against his thigh and slowly rub my thumb over that spot that I just seem to know will keep him from coming ( ... )
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She's joking. She must be messing with me. Does she think a guy makes sounds like that when he's not enjoying himself to the point of near ecstasy? I put my hands on either side of her face, drawing her close, my answer punctuated with fervent kisses. I can taste myself on her lips, along with the bittersweet tang of her lipstick.
"More... than... 'okay'..."
And then she's asking so nicely for the very thing that I'm to the point of getting on my knees and begging for. It's a complete turnaround from a little while ago, when I wasn't entirely sure she wouldn't just take what she needed and leave me frantic for her. She sounds like she really does need this as much as I do.
"God, yes," I murmur, that little voice in the back of my head warning not to hold her too hard, to break her with my desperation. Some ink, some chanting, and I've become a dangerous thing. The last thing I want is for her to get hurt tonight ( ... )
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I feel his hands on my hips and my eyes never stray from his as I feel him press against me, slipping into me slowly and becoming my second lover.
Lover...no, he's not my lover...he's a meal...he's just...this is all a seduction to give me my chance to drink from him, to take what I need and leave.
Never came to mind that this would be something I needed aside from blood ( ... )
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