Ch1
He stood in the window of the second house on the left of a dead end street. It wasn't a nice house, but not quite a dump either. It was a simple one story house with the paint peeling off of it from neglect and a deck that argued it's own neat and new apperance. It was the kind of house the tenet had done more for then the landlord.
His manor of dress reflected the house. Cheap and mismatched but not showing a lack of sophisticaton. He wasn't really tall and there wasn't anything significant about his hair. He was plain in a unique way and he didn't mind if others found him disinteresting. He knew who he was and that was enough. He didn't have many friends but the few he did have understood him and he would do anything for them.
She sat in the steet on her dark blue motorcycle. She was almost in perfect contrast to him, dressed to kill with hair short and slightly spikey. She recognized him as someone she'd gone to high school with. Just last year she graduated but he hadn't been there despite being in the same year as her. He was a bit of a loser to most of the students but she found him to be a mystery.
"Ian McLeigh" she said as the name came to her.
She wasn't sure what led her to this part of town. All she knew is that she had a lot of time to kill and she wanted to show off the new bike her uncle had bought for her as a graduation present. She went over the note in her head.
'Eve,
Congrats on graduating! I know your dad is going to kill me, but I'm not exactly in his good graces anyhow. I thought this would match your personality. Well... a pistol would match your personality better but then he really would kill me. So I got you this bike instead. Keep the rubber side down, eh? Enjoy!
-Andy'
Evelyn Chandler wasn't born into money, though it seemed that everyone around her was. Inheritance, insurance and one time the lotto, her friends and relatives keep seeming to come into money and she keeps being showered with gifts as if payment for being a fantastic good luck charm. Secretly she loathes the presents. She's never been allowed to provide for herself and it irks her to no end when a new and expensive gift lands on her doorstep.
The bike, decidedly, could be forgiven. How could she argue with 950cc's of pure metal sex?
Despite being so obviously noticable Ian hadn't seen her at all. He was lost in thought about an old friend. Last time he'd seen Noelle was sixty years ago in Venice. She'd been on some sort of holy quest, or at least he joked about it as such. Ever since she'd bested the angelic hunter, Noelle was dead set on absolution from God. To Ian the whole matter seemed trivial. They were damned from the start, how can they possibly change their fate? He'd come to terms with the matter a long time ago.
I am what I am, Ian mused. I may not like it, but we are the desented and nothing we do will change that.
About a week ago Noelle had sent, as a joke, a letter to him from Thailand that read:
A Cherubic ancient, sauntering silently,
Rejected by Heaven, evicted from Hell.
Laments it's existance, mourning dormantly,
Grief-stricken by sorrow that no tear can quell.
She, of coarse, was making fun of him. He didn't belive God would ever allow a vampire into Heaven. He was beyond being 'saved'. It just wasn't possible.
Ian blinked, something was reflecting the moonlight in the street. It was then he'd first noticed her in the street.
How long had she been watching me?
He concentrated on tapping into her thoughts. He saw a note with short jerky handwriting that started with the name Eve. Just then his thoughts were interupted.
'Stop it'
She can sense me?!
'What?'
'THAT. Stop it!'
Great. Just great. Now what do I do?
He wasn't sure if it was mere curiosity or fear that she might have delved into his mind too, but he geustured for Eve to come inside. He could feel her try to read him, but Ian had closed himself off. All he'd let her pick up on was a single word: 'Please'.
Eve started the motorcyle but sat there uncertain.
'Why?'
'Because you're as curious about me as I am about you.'
She had to give it to him, she wanted to know more. Badly.
And just what was it they said killed the cat?
'Is that a meow then?'
'STOP IT!'
'Come inside'
"No."
And with that she rode away.
Ian stood there for a moment.
What to do... ah hell.
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty"