He could see the fear pool in her eyes. She excused herself and got up, moving quickly for the exit. He had to get to her and fast. Somehow, she’d seen him and he needed to know how. Not caring for propriety, he pushed through the crowd and out into the night, gaining on the woman with every stride. When he was a few steps behind her, he reached out. His hand mere inches from her shoulder; he wanted nothing more than to find out who she was. As he attempted to turn her around, he felt a quick swoosh of air from below. Looking down he was surprised to find a wooden staff hovering just below his privates. His eyes returning back to the woman he next found a long dagger edged up to his neck.
“I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“What’s with the weapon?” He held his breath. He knew he could move quick enough if need be.
“You’re one of them. Why are you here?”
Her voice wavered. The sound broke his heart. “One of what?” He asked. “If you are going to accuse me of being something at least be a bit more forthcoming with the information.”
“Oh, don’t be such an ass.” She looked around the alleyway in search of something. Of what he wasn't sure but her attention never truly left him. “You’re a vampire. In addition, before you laugh at me, I’m not a psycho. I can sense you. You’re not human and if you think you are going to take my blood you will have one hell of a fight on your hands.”
She’d used the old pronunciation of his kind. That shocked him. There was something different about her, something that had called out to him back in the bar. He needed to be careful, to approach with caution. Cocking his head to the side, he took in her appearance fully. Not too tall, her long ebony hair hung down to her torso in waves. Her skin reminded him of fine porcelain. Her eyes were as blue as the oceans. He couldn’t place what it was that was so unique about her but it was there, just out of reach.
A rustle from behind broke through his thoughts.
“Krystoff, where are you?”
“Dammit.” He muttered under his breath.
“Friend of yours?” Sarcasm laced her words.
“You could say that. Though, sometimes he can be a thorn in my side as well.”
“I see. You didn’t answer my question. You’re a vampire, aren’t you?” She was persistent, that was for sure.
Well if he was to answer, he preferred to be on even ground. In the blink of an eye, he dissolved into mist, his form moving in a blinding speed out of range of the wooden object and the blade held too close for comfort. He landed behind her. His hand reformed on her wrists and removed the weapons from her grip. A quiet yelp escaped her lips at the suddenness of his actions.
“Much better.” He tossed the stick onto the ground, the thud of the wood echoing into the night. Moving the dagger to his pocket, he returned his attention back to the woman.
A grunt escaped her throat, the sound almost humorous considering the situation. “That wasn’t very nice or fair of you. How did you do that anyway?”
“Fair? You held that thing to my neck. I had every right to remove it from your grasp. Moreover, never mind how I did it. Now, might I ask you exactly how you know what I am and what you are?” He knew his question caught her off guard, her body stiffened the moment he’d finished the sentence.
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