The Vampire and Her Human Mate

9| Stalking

Bianca was outside his window again. Each night she would complete a few rounds, just to make sure everything was secure- even before his visit to Cordon. She knew it was dumb, plus she couldn’t see inside once they drew the curtains. She could hear various noises- mainly the television, music or inconsequential conversations.

As she passed his bedroom window she saw it was slightly open. It was hours since he got home and the light was out. She thought for only a second before silently slipping the fly wire off. She pushed on the window- it slid to the side. She opened it slowly, holding the top and bottom firmly, so she minimised any noise. When it was open enough for her to slip through she stopped and waited. She could hear his breathing. It was deep and slow. Asleep. Not disturbed at all by the slight sound the window had made. She shook her head angrily- he’d be so easily slaughtered.

She was wearing all black- a sleek full bodysuit and shoes that were like stockings, her shock of white hair under a skull cap.

Slowly she climbed into his room. He had nothing in front of the window- yet another error. You should always have a piece of furniture there so that people couldn’t enter so quietly. Not that it would have announced her arrival.

He lay atop his blanket on his back, with a throw across his torso. He was not wearing any underwear. She c****d her head to the side as she felt an unbidden twinge deep inside her.

She could see very well in the dark. It was not as clear as when in full light but wasn’t too far off it. His legs were slightly apart, one leg seemed to be propped by a pillow. She could see the sheen from a plastic adhesive on his inner thigh. A Tattoo then, she thought. She crept forward. It was hard to make it out, but she knew that spot. It was her spot.

His scent was intense in this room, his room, where she knew from her stalking he spent most of his time in. She felt her mouth salivate- an excess of moisture matched only by her core. Her breath quickened with her need.

His face was soft in his sleep, his mouth slightly open. She could see the glint of his tongue ring.

She touched herself quickly- not intending anything by it but just feeling an impulse. She saw his gorgeous s*x lengthen. She licked her lips, pushing her fingers against herself harder. She bit her lip almost to the point of breaking skin as she saw him become fully erect. He didn’t wake, but his heartbeat and breath quickened.

Just one more time…

She backed up to the window, not trusting herself.

The thought. The memory. The build up of everything she had denied herself created a plump feeling. Her climax took her by surprise, but not as surprised as she watched as Beau groaned in his sleep, his body responding to his own. He woke, his body jerking with the sensation.

She felt her eyes widen, and panic rolled out through the window. She ruffled the curtain on her way out and didn’t stay to close the window and put the wire back. She dropped to the ground, army crawling on the tips of her feet and hands until she reached the front corner of the house, then leaping to run on her feet, keeping low and to the shadows, to her car halfway down the street. He wouldn't have seen her.

~*~

“Who's there?” Beau called. He blinked several times- what the heck was that?

He was so confused and disorientated. He had woken from one of his episodes and he swore he saw someone in his room. By his window. Just a flash of a white face and red eyes- no features.

He flicked on his bedside lamp. His blinking became rapid as he tried to adapt to the sudden glare. His curtain was moving. He looked down at himself. He’d c*m up on his torso, so thankfully he wasn’t going to have to clean it off the tattoo bandage. He looked around for something to use, settling on a shirt he’d dropped beside his bed.

He stood and clumsily walked to his window. It was open about half a meter. He could have sworn he closed it. He didn’t notice the fly wire was down- just closed the window and clammered back into bed. He smiled slightly to himself- strangely glad for the recent incident. So he wasn’t so broken- or he was still broken but in the same way.

~*~

She brought Bronson with her to the meeting. Usually, she would go by herself, and she was second guessing if bringing her second would make her seem weak or have the desired don’t f**k with me effect. If she went by herself, Cordon would think she had not a care in the world. But if he was up to something, she would be screwed.

He had been a real f**k, not advising of the meeting place until half an hour to the meet time. They were in LA, and as they say, everywhere in LA takes 20 minutes.

It was midday on Sunday. Nothing like a high noon meeting for a bunch of blood sucking vampires.

She didn’t offer him a smile as they approached each other. Bronson stood just behind her on her left. He was a southpaw, his position the optimal in case she was attacked on her supposed weaker side.

“How did we get to this, Bianca?” Cordon asked as he approached her. He indicated to a place where tables and chairs were set up. Two place settings and looking very civilised.

She stood steadfast. She was happy where she was. There were a number of people milling around- a luncheon was going on around them and they were standing off to the side. She didn’t care how it looked. She wasn’t here for games.

Raven had shown her all the recent searches from Cordon's operation and she hadn’t liked how close they had gotten to finding Beau- but it meant Cordon didn’t know who he was and what he meant to her. She had given Raven a list of names the night before, Beau one of them, and ask them to make their identities disappear- just stating that it would f**k up Cordons operation.

She had also seen a lot of searches related to the code name The Fox. She'd never heard of it and Cordons own search results had come up with squat so far. It piqued her interest as it was part of the packet that looked linked to Beau. She had also asked Raven to plant some intel, just to see what would come of it.

“We got here by you being a grade A dickwad,” she said, her tone clipped.

Cordon spread his arms in a can you blame me gesture. “Let’s have bygones be bygones. Give me the idol and you will get the rest of your fee. But next time you are given instructions, you follow them to the letter.”

She squinted at him, her top lip curling in disgust. “If you want a wind up doll send one of your brain dead apes. Only come to me when there is something worthy of my time. And it will always be carried out how I see fit."

His jaw twitched.

Before he could speak she continued, "and the price just doubled. Transfer it all and a bonus for making me come back to this f*****g country and you'll get your idol." She emphasised the word. She knew what it was for now.

His eyes flashed.

She didn't wait for his response. Sensing there was no attack, she went to turn away to leave.

"I have a job… but…" she could tell Cordon was fighting to stay in control, but he was a greedy son of a b***h and knew he needed her.

"But what?" She spat.

"You heard of The Fox? He asked her.

She frowned. "Sounds vaguely familiar."

"That’s the contact. The job is confidential until we meet with him."

She raised her eyebrow. Cordon didn't work like that. What the f**k did Beau say when they had met?

Cordon nodded. "Let me key it up."

She shook her head. "I'm not ready to trust you again yet. You give me the details and I'll handle it. You can handle the money once I understand what the job is and if it's worth it."

It was Cordon's turn to frown. "That's not how this wor-."

Bianca spun on her heel and started to walk off.

"Wait! You're a real f*****g spoilt-." He cut himself off. Pursing his lips, he motioned for one of his men. The man punched a few things into a tablet he was holding to send the details over to her crew. "This is all I have, but it could prove worth the mystery."

"Whatever," she said, continuing her exit.

~*~

Bronson was driving. She looked out the passenger window thoughtfully. She had already read the minuscule brief. Just that, codename, The Fox had approached him and asked for her personally, promising it would be worth all their while. It had some of the lies she had had Raven put in, planting enough just to make Beau seem like one with which not to f**k with.

"So?" Bronson asked.

"Huh?" She mumbled.

"You gonna tell me what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've never known you to ever only vaguely remember someone- let alone be willing to work with Cordon again so quickly after this type of fuckery. Last time he pissed you off you iced him out for two months."

She didn't respond. Images of Beau in his bed flashed across her mind. She wanted to be back near him.

"Drop me at my car."

~*~

The sun had just dipped below the horizon giving her the cloak of darkness she needed to stay hidden within the tree that hung over the backyard of Beau's sister's house. They had finished having dinner in Stacy's backyard. Beau was playing with a small child, maybe four years old. They were pretending to be dinosaurs. The child choosing to be a T-Rex and eating his uncle pterodactyl.

She smiled despite herself.

"That's enough you two," Stacy called. "Come on Charlie. It's way past your bedtime."

The child complained and was only sated by the deal struck that Beau would tuck him into bed and read him a story.

The two went into the house as Stacy and Travis tidied up the plates and barbeque accouterments.

Bianca knew which bedroom was the young boys. She crouched on the branch ready to lithely climb so she could monitor them but the conversation below stopped her.

"Do you think he's okay?" Stacy whispered.

Travis sighed. "I don't know Stace. He seems not quite his usual self but nowhere near what he was back then."

She bowed her head. "I failed him so badly."

"You most certainly did not." He pulled her into his arms as he chastised her. "You were just a kid too and we got him home as soon as we could." He kissed the top of her head. "We can't force him to talk. He'll let us know when he's ready- and if there is actually anything to worry about."

They were quiet for a second. Stacy spoke quietly. "Toby said he met someone but it didn't end well and he doesn't think Beau is taking it very well. He thinks he hasn't been going to classes."

Travis was thoughtful. He pulled back to look at her. "I'll speak with him."

~*~

Beau watched his nephew's sleepy eyes dip and snap back open in the final pages of The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

"Okay little dude. Time for sleep."

"Beau," Charlie asked sleepily.

"Yo."

"What sound does a caterpillar make?"

Beau laughed softly, tucking the little boy in. "What sound do you think they make?"

The boy thought for a second and then made a small chomping sound.

Beau laughed harder. "I think that's about right. Goodnight and sweet dreams."

"Love you," the boy yawned out.

Beau smiled at his nephew. "Love you too." He clicked the light off as he left the room.

Bianca was hanging from the roof looking in through a gap in the blinds. Her face held a bewildered look. What was this life?

She flipped herself back to the roof, crawling around trying to listen out to where he was headed next.

~*~

"Come on short stuff, " Travis called at Beau before he went down the stairs. "Come have a beer with me while my woman takes care of the dishes."

"Pig!" Stacy called up to him from the kitchen.

"Short stuff? Man, I haven't been shorter than you in over five years."

Travis slung an arm around him and steered him to the sitting room they had set up. After Charlie they decided not to have another kid so had converted a bedroom for another living space. It was neatly appointed with their funky eclectic art on the wall. There was no television in here as it was for shooting the breeze.

Beau sighed. He knew what this meant.

He sat stiffly, taking a sip of his beer.

They sat in silence for a second.

"You know what's coming," Travis put simply. He took his surrogate big brother/dad role seriously.

Beau rolled his eyes. "It's really all fine."

"Toby doesn't think so."

Beau clucked his tongue. He'd already gone off at Toby after Friday night. He couldn't believe he had actually called his sister. They'd had to work together the night before and to say it had been strained was an understatement.

Outside the window, Bianca struggled to find a gap to see through. Damn it. If she had her mother's witch abilities she could use her sight to see in. She would have to settle for good old fashioned eavesdropping.

"Tell me about this girl."

"Not much to tell. It was just a one night stand."

"Doesn't sound like it was just anything."

Beau exhaled and sat back into the couch. Maybe it would be good to talk about.

"Fine. It was more than that for me but not for her. She didn't give me a chance-" his voice caught in his throat. He cleared it and forced another sip. "I also didn't fight for it- her. I should have…"

He struggled to find the words. He stared at Travis- his face twisted with all he had been feeling. The loss. His regret. He should have busted that f*****g bathroom door down.

Before he knew it he was a blubbering mess. Travis quickly sat next to him, pulling him into a big hug. "Let it out." Travis rubbed Beau's back and let him just cry it all out.

Bianca pulled herself up to the roof and stared up at the sky. It was a full moon. Her mouth opened in silent anguish, the tears finally coming.

~*~