vamp - Chapter 2, Part III

Peering up at him, her fingers that tapped atop the eroded and pitted stone of some obscure mortal that had lost their life, went idle. A command perhaps that whispered inside her head. She was amused at his name for her. The corner of her mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. She tried to gauge his next move at the same time attempting to sum him up.
Distinctive articulate actions. His voice, surreal, not of this earth or so it seemed, played tricks upon her mind, for the underscore of his voice carried an almost commanding tone . She also detected a subtle growl so cleverly hidden beneath his well spoken manner. Did something sinister lurk? What in god's creation had she met up with on this night? The wind picked up suddenly. The creaking groan of the bare branches moaned out eerily into the night. She grunted, giving a shrug as though she cared not what he had called her.

"Time?" she sneered now. "Whatever do you so mean by that...Dirk?" She dropped a pause just before his name and it splashed in the space that separated them like a pebble into a pond. Tension rippled between them and she bobbed along the waves. A boat steering towards a distance shore. She tensed slightly, her stance slightly more defensive, green eyes narrowed to slits of distrust.
"I am afraid I do not have the time to dally; the hour is late and I am tired. The longer I am kept from a warm fire and my glass of wine, the greater my impatience grows"

The corner of his lips curled upwards in a smirk, a natural act that bespoke centuries of contempt and scorn. It touched a raw nerve within her and indignation flowed out, tinging her words with an acidic tang.
"Be gone with you man, you are not worthy of my time and effort". Her head snapped back, her slender alabaster neck stretching to it's full length as she mocked him, each word enunciated clearly as if speaking to a child. "Take it to some filthy subservient slut or wench. For that I AM NOT!"
Her small house sat alone on the other side of the cemetery. It was a small affair, unpretentious on the outside, surrounded by abundant gardens of flowers, landscaped with love and countless hours spent on her knees. All she wanted now was to be within the safe confines of it's walls. For inside was her true sanctuary. Impatience surged through her veins and she wanted to turn away from this man. She wished to simply stride purposefully away from him. To walk with measured clipped steps. Let him drink in the sight of her ass as she placed one foot in front of the other. But she couldn't move. Curiosity had her gripped in it's cold vice. Excitement trickled through her in feverish palpitations. She took a deep breath.

"As you desire then."
He had still not spoken, only had shifted his weight from one foot to the other. She forced her tone flat, nonchalant even, One hand still resting on the tombstone, the other now at her waist, the black leather trench coat flapped open in the gust of wind that suddenly swirled about her feet. It parted revealing to him thigh high black leather boots that ended just below the hem-line of her red skirt.

"Since you suddenly appeared to have lost control of your tongue, I will be taking my leave now...sir".

With great effort, she twirled to her left, tossed her hair over her shoulders and begun to walk away.

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