"Why?" I roll my eyes. "Not like I'm driving home."
I play with the tempura on my plate and finally take a bite.
"Why?" I roll my eyes. "Not like I'm driving home."
I play with the tempura on my plate and finally take a bite.
:: Fiona opened her mouth, just as the onion volcano lit up. Then dinner was served. She stole one of Michele's scallops with her chopsticks ::
I narrowed my eyes, "Hey."
I snatched a piece of chicken off her plate and ate it in victory.
:: Fiona was very relaxed throughout the meal, as if Silas Balan hadn't heckled them at all. She talked freely with the people beside her, actually teaching them a bit of Japanese as they ate ::
Course my appetite came back with the humor. I just wish I was able to block what happened with Silas like Fiona was able to. I guess that sorta thing comes with age. Like speaking a bazillion languages.
In the midst of her lesson, I snatched my wine glass back.
:: Fiona went on about how her Aunt Lavinia lived in Japan in the seventies, to account for her knowing so much. She finshed up her meal with some pineapple for dessert and raised a brow at Michele as she filled her glass with more wine ::
I hear a stop in the conversation and can feel my girlfriend's eyes on me. I set the bottle of wine down and looked at Fiona innocently. "What?"
"That's your third glass, luv."
I sighed, "And?"
Fiona just stared at me expectantly since I should know better. She didn't need to spell it out for me. Plus, do I really wanna get drunk? It wouldn't make the problem go away. Silas would still be here.
My eyes narrowed slightly as a thought hit me and I pushed the glass away. "Yeah. You're right. I'm cut off." I produced a defeated smile but inside my anger hadn’t subsided. It was just redirected into making good on my statement. To kill Silas Balan. Tonight. The longer he was out there breathing down our necks, Fiona and I would never find peace or we'd end up in pieces. I'd have to face an Immortal sooner or later. Might as well be one I have A LOT of motivation to chop his head off, right? It should make the act of beheading Silas easier but I wouldn't know until it came down to it. Or if I even get a chance. Silas is twice my size and had hundreds of years of experience in the Game. The odds are against me but I have to do this. Not only for myself, but Fiona. I don't want her to die.
I squeeze her hand before she thinks something is up and stand, "Let's go home."
:: Fiona paid for the meal and also had the wine decanted back into the bottle to go. The sun had finally set when they stepped outside, and Fiona glanced around. There was no sign or feeling of another Immortal for miles ::
"Well," I pull Fiona close in an embrace, "Least he's leaving us alone."
I nuzzle my way to a kiss, so soft and tender. The kind that always melts Fiona within my arms and gets her craving for more. If this is my last night with her, I'm going to make her the happiest woman on earth, though I'll admit part of me is being devious. I'm also doing this because after we're done making love, I know it means we'll fall asleep soon thereafter. She'll never know I'm gone until it's too late.
:: The walk home was uneventful, but Fiona was trembling with arousal by the time the door opened. She scampered down the hall giddily as she stripped ::
I smiled out of sadness as I watched Fiona head into the bedroom. She was so excited and unexpecting that I almost stopped myself there because I knew I was going to hurt her in the end. My feet kept moving me forward as less clothing found its way off my body, leaving a trail from the front door.
As I entered the bedroom, Fiona had just made it to the edge of the bed. I quickly stalked her, taking her lips roughly and lifting her off the floor so I could lay her on top of the bed. She was putty in my hands, allowing me to do what I pleased which was returned in kind. For three hours, we were in heaven and I didn't want to go back to reality.
But another three hours later I was watching the angel sleeping at my side. I burned her perfect form into my mind because this image of peacefulness is what I was fighting for. I want all of our nights to remain like this, drowning in each other’s love. And if things went to hell, well, this would be the last thing I see before the end.
I finally muster the strength to pull myself away and get dressed in comfortable clothes, jeans and a t-shirt. I stole one last glance at Fiona, making sure I didn't disturb her. I stood there silently for three minutes before I was satisfied and left the room. I slipped on the black trench coat that Fiona bought me and hefted my sword in front of my face. I saw my reflection staring at back me filled with determination and knew I wasn't afraid.
The weapon slipped inside my trench and I left the condo in the search of my prey. Sooner or later Balan would show up and then, one of us was going to die.
:: On the other end of town, Balan had just finished playing Clockwork Orange with some Gangrel biker wannabe, and was cruising down the avenue on his newly taken Harley ::
It was close to 3AM and no sense of Balan. I figured he wouldn't be too far from the condo and started a circular search pattern. Enough military types do it so it can't be that bad of a plan. Plus, it wasn't a weekend. Streets weren't crowded.
Then I felt that familiar tingle coupled with a loud roar of a motorcycle. It HAD to be him. I turned around and saw his silhouette coming closer. I needed him off that bike to stand a chance and hopped over a bench, dashing into the park.
I would be a fool to think he just ditch the bike. He was reckless so I ran in a way that kept obstacles between me and him.
:: Balan sensed her, and sped into the park after her ::
Okay, now I gotta think fast. How do I get him off the bike? AHA!
I dart behind a tree that happens to have a trashcan handy. Hopefully I time this right or I'm dead.
When I hear the bike revving closer, I pick up the top of the trashcan with both hands and throw it sideways at him. A few months ago, I wouldn't of had the strength to do this. Thanks love for the training and please god, let it hit...
:: The can bounces, hitting him in the side just hard enough to make him skid out. He lay on the ground as the harley came to a stop a short distance away ::
Perhaps a better opportunity could present itself but I don't think I could catch Balan this off guard again. He wasn't helpless by any means, but I got him off his feet. I had to go for it.
Springing from around the tree, I pulled my sword out from underneath my coat. I heaved the blade horizontally through the air to give me the momentum I needed and curved it down towards Balan's neck with a guttural yell.
:: Balan brought his pirate cutlass up in a block before Michele could take his head ::Nevermore - What Tomorrow Knows
Dreams lie smashed again
They've pinned your back to the wall
Like faded pictures of what might have been
Fate is cruel when dreams, like candles, fade
Smashed again down into the gray
Despise for a world turned cold
No one sees what tomorrow knows
There's a shame in blind suffering
Dishonor from the inside
Find hope from the voice within
Clear vision of your own mind
Mistakes you wear like your skin
You wish you'd never been born
Stand up, you can't escape your past
But fools will try just to forget
From where they came
Smashed again down into the gray
Despise for a world grown cold
No one sees what tomorrow knows
No more color to will to fade
To see life clearly, regretful nevermore
Take the time, make the time
There's shame in false victory
Dishonor from the inside
False pride, all you can't redeem
Clear vision of your own mind
"Hi Butch."
:: He shoved her backwards and gave her a crooked smirk as he got to his feet ::
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