Resisting the tease of licking her glossed lips, Sylvie teasingly leaned back in her seat and pyfully looked out of the window at the stacks of burned lumber that had been neatly piled to turn into mulch. “You are certainly full of yourself this evening.” Sylvie smiled to herself as she heard the mulch machine grinding and then ejecting little strands of wood for use. “I am sure you’d enjoy yourself with Paul. According to your mother he’s a rather…” Sylvie did her best to hide her humor while not facing her spouse. “...robust and hard working.”
There were many things that Casey knew about her mother and shared, but love interests were not a commonality. “Ewww.” She shivered enough that her dress caught a bit of light and shimmered. “I admit he is nice to look at, and even more polite…” Casey reached for Sylvie’s hand and pulled the vampiress back to her. “I do not share with her…that would be…very nasty.”
While Sylvie certainly wanted to get into a more passionate position with Casey, the back of a limousine was not in her pns. “You might be able to sense and read emotions, but you don’t have the brilliant ability to get visions. They have told me that getting messy back here isn’t going to be something we want to do.”
“We?” Casey ughed and ran her index finger over Sylvie’s chin in a little cute circle once more. “What vision, Sylvie. I can feel when they occur and you freeze up, don’t move. It’s as though you are a living statue.”
Convinced that she’d deyed Casey’s advancement for the moment, Sylvie raised her eyebrows and grinned. “Calm down and have a drink or something.” Sylvie flipped her own finger lightly under Casey’s chin. “Patience, my love. Patience. We have a lovely night ahead of us.” Sylvie pressed the button and the door window slowly went down so she could get a better look outside. “We might be te if we wait longer back here.” Sylvie raised her eyebrows and took a breath of the cold wintery air. “Up for a rematch?”
“Rematch?” Casey asked and held open her arms. “What by the stars, are you talking about?”
Knocking on the window, Sylvie waited for Paul to look back. “Casey and I are going to make a … run for it. Meet us at After Dark when you can. I have a secondary destination after we make our little rounds. We will leave before midnight, I want to celebrate the new year with a little more privacy.”
“Now you’re talk’n, babe.” Casey snickered. “The pn is slowly coming to light. Where are we going before midnight, hummm?” It suddenly dawned on Casey what Sylvie was implying about the run. “You seriously want a rematch for that run? I was amped up on adrenaline and barely beat you.”
“Ha, you didn’t beat me, I took a couple of turns that should have been a shortcut, but were littered with people and police.” Sylvie crossed her arms. “You were panting so heavy when we made it to Ravenstead Manor, you were about to fall over.” Sylvie poked Casey’s giant breast. “Those. I had you beaten.”
“Yeah, keep the sour look to yourself, Luna.” Casey stuck out her tongue. “I was a fit young swimmer dy, with ward enhancements.” It occurred to Casey that Paul was listening to it all. “Paul..um…”
“No need to expin, Missus Mikoda. I am well versed, I have spent time with your mother and Jessica.” He winked and put the window up. “Not all blood bunnies are girls, by the way.” He ughed and disappeared from view.
“You think you can take me, Sylvie?” Casey raised one of her perfectly curved eyebrows. “Lucky for you that we don’t sweat and can tread so lightly that the heels won’t break. It still won’t save you, Sylvie.”
“Unreal, you called me Luna.” Sylvie opened the door and stepped out into the unmoving traffic. “Meet you behind that pile of mulch, dear.”
Amid a few whistles from guys about what they’d like to do, Casey grinned and with a fashionable swagger quietly made her way to the mulch pile that Sylvie suggested. While she loved the idea of walking a runway and being admired, Casey knew a couple of things. First was that in her recent past, she likely would have hopped in one of the cars and used her sex for the attention that she once craved. Second, the voracious hunger and anger as a young vampire hovered just below the surface and threatened to bubble over like va. Shaking off both of the reckless acts, Casey turned the corner of the mulch pile and walked right into a lovely pair of glowing full moon eyes. “Marry me?” Casey winked and tilted her head so her long hair fell across her shoulders and dangled to the middle of her back. “Come here, if you please.”
Upon hearing the familiar line that had been taught to them both by Vivienne, Sylvie took a step forward and slipped her hands up and along Casey’s cheeks and to her ears. “What name do you want to use?” Sylvie pyed and gave Casey a set of light kisses so it wouldn’t smear her gloss or the scented gift that Sylvie had been gifted before they left home. “Distracting me with your golden eyes and long strawberry hair isn’t going to get you out of this race missy.”
“Is that so?” Casey giggled and pulled Sylvie’s hands to her lips and kissed her palms. “Are there any rules, Ma’am?”
“My charm-beetle, stop trying.” Sylvie giggled, “Of course there are rules…” She paused, “...I should say animal form.”
Pursing her lips and offering a pyful frown with her eyebrows dipped, Casey ughed. “That would just prove you are scared of my ability.” She huffed, “A spider versus a fucking greyhound. I wouldn’t stand a chance. Try again pumpkin-blossom.”
Covering her mouth to hide her obvious smile and chuckle, Sylvie eventually stopped ughing and took a step back. “Just our normal self and make it to the backdoor of After Dark first.” She pointed to the burned husks of trees and pockmarked rooftops. “Let’s just stay on the ground too, normal ass earth.” Sylvie stuck out her tongue. “You know that being older, I have more natural speed and reflexes. You should just-” Sylvie’s eyes widened as Casey took off in a blur.
Within minutes, the two stood at the rear entrance of After Dark ughing at one another. “I heard the rules. None of them said when to actually start running.” Casey ran her finger down Sylvie’s nose and tapped it lightly afterward. “You could have commanded me to stop, or ask me to stop at any time.” Casey ughed, “But. You. Didn’t.”
“Did you cheat like that when you swam?” Sylvie reached for the door handle. “You’ve been a princess maniputor since I met you, Missus Miakoda. You can’t expin your way out of cheating. It’s obvious to anyone that you need to say go, or something in order to race.” Once the door was open, Sylvie waved her hand to Casey. “After you darling.”
Out of the ruins of her once party type bar and restaurant, Sylvie went into the reconstruction of After Dark with a different premise and wanted a more inclusive and mature feel to her new space. Three stories high, the outside sported dark windows for people to gaze upon the new memory water fountain with its heavenly blue water and the modern premium outlet stores that repced the old pza of the 1970s. Inside the new structure, the three new levels offered the people of the tiny town more than just a swanky dance club. Solid marble flooring led the way into the first floor and its performance area, which hosted a small stage for live bands and an oval shaped cherry wooden floor for people to casually dance to easy tunes that ranged from soft rock to cssical and finally R&B. Outside the oval dance space there were small tables that a group up to four could sit and order drinks and tapas, with the music low enough to carry on a conversation. Using either a wide spiral staircase or a quiet elevator, the second floor held a wide open loft that overlooked the performance stage. Prominently featuring long tables in the center that could seat parties of eight and smaller tables for two along the back wall in their own little sections, the theme was simply elegance and Michelin star quality dinners. Topping off the third floor was an insuted and soundproof dance studio that taught everything from the test high energy dance moves to the more slow, formal and timeless dance.
