Second Thoughts
Southern France
2084
4.30am
The sun wouldn’t be up for a while yet, but hey, that didn’t mean I couldn’t come home early, spend a bit of time with Lindsey…of course time well that could really mean any number of things and I had a good imagination. Especially where Lindsey was involved.
Closing the front door behind me, I made my way into the bedroom to see if he was home yet. He should be, he usually was…he’d stopped making a night of the hunt since she got here. Not that I was complaining, it wasn’t like I needed him tagging along with me like a little lost puppy, still, it’d be nice to fucking see him from time to time. At least he was back now though, and not shacked up in some other city with his fucking Sire.
Speaking of Sires, I could hear the bitches voice as I got to the bedroom door.
"I can't do this Lindsey, the one reason I came to you and...You've started to turn into him...You treat me like he did."
I rolled my eyes when I heard what they were talking about. She’d been fun to have around at first, still was sometimes, she had a deliciously depraved appetite and she was something nice to sink my teeth into - so to speak - when I got bored with Lindsey. A man had to have a bit of female company, and not just for dinner either, but as time wore on she started to get on my nerves. Always talking about fucking Spike and how she left him because she thought Lindsey would treat her better and blah, blah, blah. God, it was enough to make me want to dust her sometimes. Funny too, the things she said. I thought about letting in on a few secrets, e-fucking-g, like he was evil for fucks sake. He’d never give her what she wanted, truth was the only person - and I use the term very loosely - capable of giving her the sort of thing she wanted was soft, pussy-whipped old Spike.
Of course, she’d left him. Stupid bitch.
Fucking hell, Tara. What’d you want me to do, huh? You want me to roll out the fucking red carpet for you every time you walk into a room? Is that the sort of thing you want, ‘cause I’ll do it, you know I will. Doesn’t seem to matter though, nothing I ever do is good enough. Maybe you should just fuck off back to Spike.
I grinned. That probably wouldn’t be too hard for her either, since he’d been around here the other week. Not here, of course, not to the house, Lindsey’d made me promise not to let on where we were and I was happy to oblige, for the time being, watching Spike run around like an idiot while the object of his chase was right under his nose was worth it every time, but I was starting to wish I’d given him a bit of a nudge in the right direction. Maybe he’d take her off our hands.
Maybe he was still here.
I listened for a moment longer and heard nothing but silence. They were either screwing or she’d locked herself in the bathroom and turned on the waterworks, she did like to do that. Whichever, it felt like my cue, so I opened the door and walked in.
“Oh dear, trouble in paradise again, is it?” I asked.
2084
4.30am
The sun wouldn’t be up for a while yet, but hey, that didn’t mean I couldn’t come home early, spend a bit of time with Lindsey…of course time well that could really mean any number of things and I had a good imagination. Especially where Lindsey was involved.
Closing the front door behind me, I made my way into the bedroom to see if he was home yet. He should be, he usually was…he’d stopped making a night of the hunt since she got here. Not that I was complaining, it wasn’t like I needed him tagging along with me like a little lost puppy, still, it’d be nice to fucking see him from time to time. At least he was back now though, and not shacked up in some other city with his fucking Sire.
Speaking of Sires, I could hear the bitches voice as I got to the bedroom door.
"I can't do this Lindsey, the one reason I came to you and...You've started to turn into him...You treat me like he did."
I rolled my eyes when I heard what they were talking about. She’d been fun to have around at first, still was sometimes, she had a deliciously depraved appetite and she was something nice to sink my teeth into - so to speak - when I got bored with Lindsey. A man had to have a bit of female company, and not just for dinner either, but as time wore on she started to get on my nerves. Always talking about fucking Spike and how she left him because she thought Lindsey would treat her better and blah, blah, blah. God, it was enough to make me want to dust her sometimes. Funny too, the things she said. I thought about letting in on a few secrets, e-fucking-g, like he was evil for fucks sake. He’d never give her what she wanted, truth was the only person - and I use the term very loosely - capable of giving her the sort of thing she wanted was soft, pussy-whipped old Spike.
Of course, she’d left him. Stupid bitch.
Fucking hell, Tara. What’d you want me to do, huh? You want me to roll out the fucking red carpet for you every time you walk into a room? Is that the sort of thing you want, ‘cause I’ll do it, you know I will. Doesn’t seem to matter though, nothing I ever do is good enough. Maybe you should just fuck off back to Spike.
I grinned. That probably wouldn’t be too hard for her either, since he’d been around here the other week. Not here, of course, not to the house, Lindsey’d made me promise not to let on where we were and I was happy to oblige, for the time being, watching Spike run around like an idiot while the object of his chase was right under his nose was worth it every time, but I was starting to wish I’d given him a bit of a nudge in the right direction. Maybe he’d take her off our hands.
Maybe he was still here.
I listened for a moment longer and heard nothing but silence. They were either screwing or she’d locked herself in the bathroom and turned on the waterworks, she did like to do that. Whichever, it felt like my cue, so I opened the door and walked in.
“Oh dear, trouble in paradise again, is it?” I asked.