"Kurt?" Anais asked the looming shadow. All of a sudden she found her breath logged in her throat.
The man in the shadow stepped out from the side and came toward her
"Oh Kurt, I have been waiting for you for so long. I was thinking about going back" Anais panted.
He took her face in his hand and searched her eyes running his thumb in a circle over her cheeks before dropping his arms. His face,s unreadable in the darkness. He took her hand.
"Anais?"
"Yeah? I asked you a question, Kurt. Where were you all this time?"
"Stay away from him" He whispered ignoring her question for the second time.
"From who?" She asked confused. 'What was he on about?'
" Marcel, that guy" Kurt slide down the wall of the maze and sat down on the ground.
"You gonna explain to me what all this is about?"
"He just does not seem right" Kurt shook his head as if to get rid of an awful memory or thought. She was sure there was more to it that Kurt was not telling her.
" You don't make any sense. Why does he not seem right?" She kneeled beside him and looked at his side profile. Actually, Anais knew what he was talking about. She had felt it earlier. Her vampire senses were crawling. She was just fishing for more information.
But being Kurt, he was not going to give up any details he didn't want you to know. Such a stubborn man he was!
"Just let it go, will ya? I just want you to stay far from him" He reached out and took her face in his one hand. The intensity in his eyes was too much to handle. She looked into his lap and wonder if she should jump into it.
Kurt clearly noticed this so he had to make his way. He closed the distance and leaned into her ear and rasped.
"Do I have your word?" He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes.
The distance was suddenly too much to bear. All thoughts of information collecting disappeared from her mind.
"Yes..." She whispered against his lips after fisting his hair and dragging his head back. Then she closed the distance all the way through kissing those pouty desirable lips that she loved so much.
It was clear there was going to be no talking anymore that night. Kurt had gotten his way. A conscious part of herself reminded her to get back at him later. For now, she surrendered herself to the passion and let herself melt against him. The signs of moans and grunts filled the air as they did the honourable deed.
***
[seven months ago]
Anais was writing again. She planned to earn some penny selling a story. She was going to take it up to her friend down at Banbury street where she ran a printing press. She had already completed a book earlier this month and sent it to her friend which she agreed to consider after going through it with a critical eye.
Technically, Ezra was her mother's friend, well as much as anyone could be a friend with a rich snobbish lady who liked to flaunt her assets and brag to her so-called friends about what she bought with her riches. But Ezra had agreed to keep her book writing hobby a secret from her mother madcap which made Anais appreciate her more.
They actually had a great bonding from the beginning despite her shameless mother. And they could share things with each other. Sometimes they both liked to poke fun at her mother.
Ezra was a human and so was her husband. She was aware that her family was unnatural. The unnatural didn't hide from humans. They had no reason to. Humans were the weaker lot and vampires liked to feed on each other. Human blood doesn't do much for vampires.
As she continued to fill up the plot holes of her new story, someone knocked at her door. She did not get up, she was writing down an amazing idea for her plot hole that might be the turning point for her book but the knocking persisted.
She got up from her sitting and went to open the door letting anyone outside have a piece of her mind. If it was one of her annoying sisters...
She bared the door open with much force and shouted at whoever was standing outside
" What?!"
"Sorry miss, to disturb you... at this hour. I know...you wanted to be left alone to your task...." It was Froote and he looked quite apologetic.
Froote knew not to bother her when she was writing and kept away any unwanted company that might disturb her. The old man won't disturb her for the world if it was not urgent, she reminded herself. She willed herself to calm down.
" What is it, Froote?" She asked through tight lips. Still irritated to be interrupted.
"There was a young man who came this morning to meet you. I told him our young miss did not entertain guests at this hour. But he claimed that it was urgent" Froote delivered.
" Invite him inside the guest house and serve him some tea and snacks. I will be down within a couple of minutes."
Even though she agreed to come down within a couple of minutes, she was not there for more than half an hour. 'Let whoever was there wait for her'. She had more pressing matters to attend to.
She didn't bother to ask the name of the guest as she closed the door and went back to her writing. She was determined to get those words across the pages before the ideas were lost to her forever. Oh, she took her writing quite seriously more so than any rich guest of her parents waiting for her downstairs. Only she didn't know that it was not her parent's guest but hers.