Benny
When I got to the kids, I didn't notice at first something was wrong, well more than the fact there was an extra kid, Calli had said there would be three and there were four. Which, I admit, was weird, Calli's visions were pretty much always spot on, and the fourth kid, I should have given it more thought than I did. But, kids, I hated it when the bastards brought kids into this mess, and my anger was boiling over, so, I guess I wasn't thinking about it as much as I should have before running in there and starting to lay the circle of salt around the playset the kids were sitting on.
Before I finished the circle, a feeling of uneasiness crept over me, kids are curious little punks most of the time and tend to ask a lot of questions, so the fact these kids hadn't moved an inch from where they sat, but just watched me intently, something was more than a little wrong with this situation.
"Hey there kiddos," I called out but didn't receive a response, just more intense stares. "If you're wondering about what I am doing, just know I am doing it to help, ok. There are some bad guys headed this way--," before I could finish the sentence Jazz came bolting out of nowhere, jumped the salt line, and with daggers drawn ran at the kids. I was beginning to wonder just what we had gotten ourselves into here. Jazz was not the type to attack children. Well, at least not unprovoked.
Jazz flew at the little girl closest to her, I could see her hesitate, staring into that face, the eyes turned up to her. Then the little gal smiled, and I realized exactly what was wrong with this situation.
Holy fucking shit balls, I did not bring the right weapons for this task. We are dealing with Blood Children? A little warning would have been nice Calli.
Turned out Jazz had brought the right stuff, like she usually did, had to give it to the woman, she definitely had paid attention in class. Her blade sliced through the little girl's neck with efficient brutality, blood sprayed across Jazz, and I realized I was harder than a rock. Watching her fight always did it for me, I can't explain it. She moved like a cat and her daggers were like her claws. She sliced through those four Blood Children before I could so much as draw my guns, not that they would have done any good as I said, I didn't have the right ammo for this shit.
The Blood Children turned to ash, their blood evaporating in the air, except whatever had landed on Jazz, which struck me as odd when we first started fighting these creatures, I still didn't have an explanation, probably never would and no longer cared either. She watched the ashes in the wind for a moment. Then walked over to me. I tried to hide my obvious excitement at her fighting skills, the way she moved with feline grace, but really it was what she always did after.
She watched their ashes as they drifted away. They all turned to ash, and it always seemed to me like she said a prayer. I never asked her about it, just like I never questioned her allergy attacks on holidays, or when I spoke about my family, she would tell me in time, I had to have faith in that.
Even though I had pulled my coat closed, she knew without having to see, I was excited. I felt terrible, I mean she had just killed four kids, but they weren't kids, Blood Children remained child-like only in appearance, in all other ways, they were deadly blood-sucking fiends who were most likely older than my parents, or grandparents, or great-grandparents for that matter.
When she was close enough to touch, I reached out, wiped a spot of blood off her cheek, when my hand came away, the blood turned to ash, and blew away in the wind. Jazz grabbed the front of my shirt, pulled me close, and kissed me deeply, intensely, with so much passion and desire I could not stop myself if I tried. I grabbed her ass, and she brought her legs up, wrapping them around my waist. Her arms wound around my neck, her hands tangling in my hair, she was grinding against me in all the right ways. Moaning, I carried her back to the car, setting her on the hood. She laid back on the hood of the car, keeping her legs wrapped around me. I started pushing her shirt up, my fingers barely brushing the skin on her torso, she pulled me closer with her legs.
"Jazz, this is a very public place," I tried to pull myself out from her legs.
"Benny, please," she said, in such a way it was clear to me she did not care it was broad daylight, it was a public park, anyone could come or go at any moment. I did not want to stop, but I pulled her legs from around me.
Leaning down, I placed several light kisses on her abdomen, right above her hemline, "Jazz, we have to call Calli, see what went wrong here. We will pick this up later, I promise."
"Whatever," she was upset, I could tell, but something was going on here, and we had to figure it out. We did not have time to work on us right now, fucking Blood Children in broad daylight.
While Jazz went to go find her phone, I went back to the playset, kicking the salt into the sandy area under the swings and jungle gym to keep any other creatures of the night out of this place, try to bring back a little safety for the normal kids who would play here. I had to do something to keep my mind off Jazz, off the fact I had asked her six months ago, off the fact nothing had changed since that day except she still wore the ring. Wore it on the job, to bed, in the shower, she never took it off. That in itself had to mean something, I kept telling myself, she wears it all the time, she said she loved it, loved me, she will come around in time, right? It's just a fucking piece of paper, a little ceremony I'm sure Calli could perform, hell, forget the piece of paper, I just wanted her to say the words, to answer the question. If she truly loved me it shouldn't be an issue to say yes to me, to a life with me. What was holding her back?
Pushing these thoughts out of my head, forcing myself to think about the here and now, I headed back to the car to see Jazz staring at her phone, clearly pissed off.
"What did that thing do to deserve such an angry look?" I asked.
"Little bastards killed the battery, see if the car will still start, you know how they suck electricity when they go."
I had never taken the keys out of the ignition, so I reached through the open passenger door and turned the key. It took a couple tries, but the little beast finally roared to life.
"We need to find someplace I can charge my phone, and get a message to someone at The Organization about those car chargers they were supposed to be getting us."
"Gotta be a gas station or something here right? We'll find one, ask about somewhere to stay the night, and get snacks."
"I already know what I want to snack on," Jazz said as she placed a finger in the waistband of my jeans, slowly moving it back and forth. Gritting my teeth, I stood still, looking her in the eyes and trying not to show her how much her touch still affected me after all this time.
Maybe if I remain a little distant she will give me an answer. Hell, who am I kidding.
Unable to take her teasing any longer, I pulled her to me, slamming my mouth to hers, I drank the taste of her breath and forgot all our problems for a while as I held her in my arms and devoured her mouth.
Pulling back, I looked right into her eyes, making her see exactly what it was she was doing to me physically, but trying to hide everything else I was feeling. I could see in her eyes though it didn't matter how hard I tried to hide my emotions under physical lust and want, she knew I was waiting for an answer to so many questions. I just hoped she could see I would wait a lifetime, as long as I could wait by her side.