Much later when I arrived home, I was wailing. The night had not been a whole waste after all. One had gotten away, but one would be ruining the dark no more.
My mother was asleep in the room we shared. I told her about it in the morning.
It was the first question she asked on the weekends. Did you get one of those things, Janet? Well, yes, I did! All without me getting injured or pulled over. Who could ask for more?
I was in such a decent mood that I wanted to try the same club the next night. After all, there was a dangerous bloodsucker in the area and I had to restrain him, right?
So I went about my regular household errands with suspicion. My mom and I lived with my grandparents. They possessed a reasonable one-storey home that had certainly once been a storehouse.
Thrown out the desolate property, with its acres of land, was coming in handy. By ten o'clock, I was out the door.
The club was full again, this being a Saturday night. The music was just as audible and the faces just as empty. My preliminary stretch of the place showed up nothing, lessening my climate a little.
I went toward the bar and did not catch a glimpse of the crackle in the air before I heard his voice.
"Hey...I am ready to fuck now."
"What?"
I twirled through, motivated to indignantly scald the ears of the uncommon pull when I stopped. It was him. A bloom got to my face when I recalled what I had said last night. Clearly, he had recollected as well.
"Ah yes, well…" Precisely how did one respond to that?
"Umm, what would you like to drink first? Beer or…?"
"Do not bother."
He interrupted my blitz of the bartender and trailed a finger along my jaw.
"Let us go."
"Now?" I looked around, thrown off patrol.
"Yeah, now. You've Changed your mind, Love.
There was a challenge in his eyes and a glow I could not comprehend. Not needing to risk relinquishing him again, I grabbed my purse and signalled the door.
"Lead the way."
"No, no." He giggled chillingly.
"Ladies first, you know.."
With numerous looks over my shoulder, I followed him into the parking lot. Once outside, he glanced expectantly at me.
"Well, get your ride, and let's be off."
"My ride? I—I do not have one. Where's your car?"
I fought to stay cool, but I inwardly trembled. This was all of my regular habits and I did not like it.
"I drove a bike here. Liking a ride on it?"
"A motorcycle?"
No, that would not do. No closet to take his body in, and it was not practical to equalize it on the handlebars. Plus, I did not know how to ride one.
"Umm, we will take my automobile rather. It's over there."
As I walked to the truck, I reminisced about myself staggering. I wished he had thought I had been thumping the liquor.
"Thought you did not have a ride," he reached after me.
I ceased tight, swerving back at him. Crap, I had said that.
"I bypassed it was here, is all," I fibbed breezily.
"Think I drank too much. You want to drive?"
"No, thanks," was his unexpected response to me.
For some motive, his great English accent softened me.
I strived again with a distinct smile. He had to drive. My weapon was in my right pant leg since I was often in the passenger seat before.
"Really, I think you should ride. I am feeling woozy. I had disgust to roll us around a tree."
It didn't work.
"If you just want to beg off until another night…"
"No!"
There was guilt in my voice, which put forward his eyebrow a rung.
"I mean, you are so gorgeous and…" What the hell did one say?
"I really, really want to get it on."
He stifled a chuckle, dark eyes gleaming. A denim coat was casually hurled over his collared shirt.
Below the streetlights, his cheekbones looked even more noticeable. I had never seen incredibly perfect chiselled characteristics ago.
He stared me up and down, his tongue tracing the inner of his underneath the lip.
"Right, then, let us be off. You're driving."
Without another word, he climbed into the passenger seat of the pickup.
Left with no other alternative, I fetched the driver's side and jerked away, heading for the expressway. Moments thumped by, but I did not know what to say.
The calmness was terrifying. He did not speak, but I felt his eyes as they moved over me.
Ultimately, I could not stand it anymore and clamoured for the first query that came to mind.
"What is your name?"
"Does it matter?" He replied.
I peeked to my right and met his eyes. They were so mild brown they could have been ebony.
There was that cool remark of challenge in them again, almost a silent dare. It was annoying, to say the slight. All the other ones had been flawlessly willing to chat.
"I just wanted to know. Mine is Jane."
I exited the highway and turned onto a finished pebble road leading to the lake.
"Jane, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an irritated look.
Oh, I was going to like this, all right.
"It is Jane," I restated firmly.
"Jane Doe."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy."
Unexpectedly, I hit on the brakes. "You got a problem, mister?"
Grey eyebrows rose. "No trouble, pet. Have we stopped here for good? Is this where you want to hunt?"
There went that pesky rosy again at his bluntness.
"Um, no. A slight farther up. It is lovelier there." I drove us deeper into the forests.
He gave a soft chuckle. "I just bet it is, Luv."
When the vehicle ceased at my favourite rendezvous point, I gazed over at him. He sat just as he had been, immobile.
There was no way I could go for the shock in my pants yet. Clearing my throat, I signalled toward the trees.
"Do you want to go outside and…hunt?" It was a bizarre word, but much nicer than fuck.
A sharp grin lit his face before he responded. "Oh no. Right here. Love to do it in a truck."
"Well…" Damn, what now? This would not work.
"There is not much room."
Triumphantly I began to open my door.
He did not budge.
"Plenty of room, Kitten. I will stay here."
"Do not call me Kitten."
My voice was stronger than fantasy passed, but I was awfully exacerbated. The sooner he was truly dead, the better.
He confronted me.
"Take off your clothes. Let us see what you've got."
"Excuse me?" This was too much.
"You were not going to shag me with all your clothes on, were you, Kitten?" he teased.
"Guess all you will need off is your knickers, then. Come on. Do not take all bloody night."
Oh, I was going to make him sorry. I expected this to hurt like hell. With an improved smile, I looked back at him.
"You first," I implied.
He smiled again with a flash of ordinary teeth.
"Coy bird, are you? Did not peg you for the type, what with walking up to me and virtually begging for it and all. How about this? We will do it at the same time."
Bastard. It was the filthiest word I could think of, and I vocalized it in my sense as I warily glared at him while unlocking my trousers.
He nonchalantly loosened his belt, unbuckled his pants, and pulled out his shirt. The action divulged a rigid pale belly that was bare as it met his groin.
This was way further than I had ever let things improve before. I was so nervous, that my fingers shook as I took off my jeans while reaching inside them.
"Look here, Luv, see what I have for you."
I stared down and saw his hand close around himself before quickly looking away. The stake was almost in my hand, all I needed was another second…
It was my modesty that did me in. When I bent to avoid seeing his groin, I missed his hand clenching.
His fist strode unbelievably fast to attach to my head. There was a glow of light followed by hitting pain, and then stillness.