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Hey, I haven't heard from you in a while. I just wanted to check in and see if everything was alright ^.^
Rose put her hand lightly on her brother’s arm and let him lead her out of the house. Walking down the streets to their old home brought back so many good and painful memories. On one street corner, so vivid she could almost visibly see it, Rose remembered kissing the first boy she had ever liked in New Orleans. That kiss had made her heart flip and stick in her throat. It still did sometimes, when she thought about it. With a sigh, Rose shook her head. Of course, that night when Benji had found out a boy had kissed his sister he had killed the lad.
Rose looked up at her brothers face, and not for the first time, wondered why he was so jealous and protective of her. Hannah had been all over different guys, about one a night, and none of them ever died. Benji’s eyes flashed to the side quickly, and Rose followed his glance to a crowd of people but she could not figure out what had caught his attention.
Benjamin’s muscles tensed around her fingers as her finger nails dug into his skin. His growled words worried her. If her brother went in angry, they could start a war a lot soon then they hoped to. “That is why she invited us, Benji. She wants to taunt us. She wants your blood to boil. Do not let her see that her tactics are working. We are not going to win our city back tonight, we are here to meet, greet, and get information.” Rose whispered to him, trying to calm her brother down.
“Come.” She tightened her grip on his arm and pulled him towards the bar and ordered two drinks. “You need to breath and not go overboard.” Rose reached up and lightly touched the side of his face. “Just gather information.” She leaned up to kiss the cheek her hand did not rest on. The bartender put down two whiskeys in front of them. Rose grabbed her drink and flashed her brother a seductive smile. “I am going to go see if I can seduced any information out of the boys around here.” She patted his arm, and with a sway of her hip she approached another male vampire. Rose leaned up to whisper something in the man’s ear which instantly brought a smile to the guy’s face as he turned to face her.
If only she knew! He was trying to untangle her from the mess he was creating. The less she knew the better. Still, it did not seem to satisfy her. Did it occur to her that they were even because he had saved her life too? With a growl growing in his throat, he watched her leave the bar angrily. Let her go. Let her go. Let her go. He tried to tell himself. Of course he couldn’t let her.
With a growl, Charles down his drink, threw money down, and half ran from the bar. With ease, he found the little witch and matched her pace as she traveled the streets. “I saved your life, you know.” He told her in a way of greeting, though there was a growl like quality to his voice. “I could have not come back. If you went home tonight without leading those mutts to me they would have killed you, hoping I would come back for revenge.” He pulled of his unbuttoned shirt, leaving himself in only a white wife beater, and began to wipe the blood from his hands.
“This is the blood of the two werewolves outside your shop. They were getting impatient and were going to follow and kill you. So yes, you saved me. But I saved you too.” He finished wiping the blood that he could off his hands and threw the shirt into a nearby trashcan. “So tell me,” he stepped in front of her, blocking her path, “what do I owe you for saving my life?” His eyes were dark and dangerous once more.
I'm going to work on your reply tonight. ^.^ I justhink wanted to check in and see how you were doing.
Not a problem! I'm glad you told me, and I'm sorry that you've been so busy!
I'm patient and I don't mind waiting. ^.^
I'm patient and I don't mind waiting. ^.^
I guess I should have asked before I posted last, but do you mind swearing? If you don't like it, I can go edit it out of Charles' post.
That is good to hear ^.^
It is posted! Enjoy the read~! ^.^
Rose stood under the water, letting the steam and burning hot water ease her tension. Ever since coming back home, she had been nothing but stressed. The saddest part being that they had not even been home a full twenty-four hours yet. When had her siblings become so intolerable? Oh right, when they were born. A soft sigh escaped her pale lips as she ran her hands over her face. It didn’t matter anyway, she was going to win the French Quarter back anyway. Maybe there was still some happiness to have in this city.
A few moments later, Rose stood in front of her mirror in nothing but black lace underwear and a strapless push-up bra. Several black dresses littered her king-sized bed and she currently held one in front of her body, pulling the fabric around her stomach to gage if it was worth even trying on. “A million black dresses and not a single one to wear.” She mumbled herself throwing the dress onto the bed with the rest. She went back into her closet and pulled out a short black dress that hat lace over the shoulders and down the back.
About that time, Benji came rushing into her room and smiled at him in the mirror, not at all worried about the fact that she was practically naked. After all, it wasn’t the first time he had seen her in such a manner. She held her current dress to her body and turned from side to side until his comment registered and she turned around sharply, a scrawl on her face. “Did you look around the house? Maybe they are down stairs finishing their drinks.” She suggested, even though she knew they were going to be at the party. Cursing under her breath, Rose stepped into the dress she had in her hand and pulled it over her hips.
“Before you go, can you sip this for me, Benji?” She asked just as he was about to slip out the door. If her other siblings decided to go to that party tonight, Benji was not the only one they were going to have to deal with. Rose gathered her still-wet hair and began to arrange it into a fashionable messy bun that she held together with a clip Beji had gotten her centuries ago when they used to rule this town. “I’m ready.” She told time as she turned around. Her eyes were set with a fierce determination as she walked past him. Rose grabbed her heels and slipped them on as she walked down the stairs. “Let’s see if we can find our siblings before they reach the party.”
Charles glanced at the men by the front door nervously. All they had to do was glance back and they would see the witch missing from the counter and come looking for her. This witch was not making it easy. For a split second he entertained the idea of leaving her behind, but if he did she would surely die. Damn woman. He half sigh, half growled at her question. “Now is not the time to ask. Those men out there are going to kill-…“ The bell to the shop rang and he glanced up quickly only to breathe a sigh of relief. It was just humans. The little witch moved to go greet her customers, and Charles’ hand just barely missed grabbing her arm to keep her from going. “Damn it” he mumbled aloud while running his fingers through his hair.
A moment later the two girls left, but still Charles was shifting from one foot to the next, ready to leave quickly. Only they were interrupted again. This time the fired from earlier came back. He gave her a weak smile and waved a little in introduction. “Can we go now?” He asked in a strained voice. This new witch shouldn’t be in danger. Or at least he hoped. His eyes shifted back to his witch. “I am not buying you dinner, you little-…” She was heading into the shop before he could finish. If she walked out the front door, those mutts would get her for sure. Great.
The two men watched the witch past by them, gave each other a grin then started to follow her. Meanwhile. Charles charged through the shop after her, managing to grab the first werewolf by the back of his collar and bash his head into the concert before he could fight back. However, the second one tacked him before he could straighten. The two large men rolled into the street exchanging punches and trying to get the upper hand. Charles managed to get his feet under the other guy’s stomach and kicked him off and through the glass of the little witch shop.
Charles stood up and checked on both of his men. Both were unconscious but alive. He glanced up at Camille and shrugged at the damage he caused. “She should not have gone through the front door. These are two of the pack’s best men.” He explained then took off down the street after the bloody witch. His hands were bloody when he put them on the bar beside the witch. “I am not buying you dinner. You just had to walk out the damn front door? I owe you nothing, not even a story. Don’t go back to your shop for a while, they will be looking for you.” He nodded at her and dragged his hands off the counter leaving streaks of blood. “A beer please.” He called to the bar tender.
Haha! Thanks! I wish it were that easy... Luckily my headache has not come back today so I am in the process of writing my reply.
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