“You sure I can’t come over for a drink tonight, Anna? Just one? I make a mean margarita,” he lamely tempted, his lust stinking up the night air even from this distance.
“I’ve got to work at my second job tomorrow morning, Fred. I’m going right to bed the minute I get home,” Anna gently explained.
Fred upped his small-dick energy then. “I can get behind that. I’m exhausted and would love a cuddle-buddy for the night. I’m like an awesome human-sized pillow and I don’t toss and turn… much.”
Fucking fool. When would human men learn? These pansy-ass males always fumbled the bag. They had no game, in or out of the bedroom. As with most things, wares were superior in that they let their noses guide them to their mates. Then, when we saw our opportunity, we took what was ours. Humans were pathetic creatures, each one weaker and more ineffective than the other.
I could hear the redhead’s sigh from over here as she prepared her second rebuttal of the evening. She was a good-looking woman, so I’m sure she fended off men like this on a daily basis and had grown tired of these losers shadowing her every step.
Crossing her arms, she gave the man a stern look. “Fred, I’ve told you I’m not interested in dating anyone right now. Please respect that and let me leave.”
“We don’t have to put anything in writing, Anna,” the male jested with a fake, over the top laugh. “We can just, you know, see where it goes.”
Reaching out, he fingered a long strand of her hair that had escaped her ponytail.
Fed up now, Anna pursed her shiny lips and stepped out of his reach. “Look, I’m trying to be nice to you, Fred, since we work together, but I’m not interested. I need you to get away from mycar so I can go home, or I’m telling Mitch what you do every time we have to close the bar together.”
Fred immediately shoved away from the woman’s car like he’d been physically burned. “There’s no need to be a bitch, Anna! All you had to say was that you’re not interested. God, why is it so hard for women to just be transparent?”
Anna’s face took on a pinched look then. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve done nothing but tell you that since we met, Fred.”
Fred, back slumped in resignation, stalked off toward his car, fists tucked deep inside his jean’s pockets. “Whatever. That’s what I get for being a nice guy,” he spat, sounding like he’d been the injured party in this exchange, and not the other way around.
“Jerk,” Anna uttered under her breath.
Angrily keying into her car, she took off out of the parking lot in a Chevy Malibu that would have looked more at home in a junk yard than it did on the road.
We gave her a minute before we followed behind, not wanting her to catch on that we were tailing her drive home. Lucky for us, the bitch was completely clueless as she blasted her radio on full volume and sang along with each song as though she was the artist who’d personally penned the lyrics.
Anna lived in a duplex of which she occupied the left side. We drove past the run-down two-story building when she pulled into her driveway. Our mechanic shop was only a few miles down the road from here, and I planned on temporarily storing our bikes in the garage there. Leaving our motorcycles behind, we’d double back to the redhead’s apartment on foot, bite her, then smuggle her out in her piece of shit Malibu which we’d hideover at the garage. That way, if anyone was looking for the girl, it would look like she’d gone out of town on her own accord.
It took us a little over an hour to arrive back at Anna’s apartment. As good as her word, the human woman had gone straight to bed. Her back door was a joke to break into. Shit, the only thing easier would have been if someone had left it wide open with a sign that saidRob Mehanging over the archway.
However, given how little the woman owned, I’m not sure there would have been anything for a junkie, or any other desperate person, to take.
As soon as we stepped over Anna’s threshold, I could sense the shift in Graveyard’s demeanor. His yellow eyes glowed with the hope that I’d let him be the one to bite the bitch to render her unconscious. He was going to be awfully disappointed when I did the honors. I could have given the ware this one thing, what he craved the most, but I was the President of Los Lobos, and I wasn’t into sharing. He could have the cunt when I was done with her. If I let him at her before I used her for my purposes, he might play a bit too roughly with my little mouse, and that misstep would fuck my plans all to hell.
Wares were sure-footed creatures, and we were no exception. We didn’t make a sound as we crept through the dark apartment, taking in the foreign sights and scents around us. The place was shabby and poorly furnished, as one would expect from this neighborhood. The woman’s clothes, like breadcrumbs, littered the floor on the way to the bathroom as though she’d taken off each piece and let it haphazardly fall to the floor as she prepared for bed, just like a child might.
When we passed by a set of black panties, Graveyard leaned down and scooped them up. Bringing the crotch of the materialto his nose, he sniffed and began a low, lusty growl that reverberated deep inside his chest.
“Enough!” I hissed, not wanting him to wake the bitch and spoil our stealthy advantage.
Rangling himself under control, Graveyard tucked the panties into his back pocket for later. When I was certain he wasn’t about to do something stupid, we continued down the hallway to the woman’s bedroom.
Standing outside the door, I carefully tested the handle and found it unlocked. Twisting it with finesse, we made entry into the small, dark room. On the bed, sound asleep, was Anna. Soft snoring noises emanated from her as she laid in a sprawled-out heap, tangled in her comforter like she’d done battle with the damn thing.
Graveyard began to breathe heavily when he gazed upon her prone form. His expression was one of such longing and desire that it actually made me pause in my tracks. The grizzled ware was usually so stoic and cold, his ugly, scarred face, completely devoid of any expression at all. But right now, looking at this woman, it had become immeasurably enlivened. It transformed him in a way I hadn’t expected. It actually left him looking vulnerable in a way I’d never seen, and very, very… human.
Shaking the thought from my head, I moved around the ware’s tense form and hovered over Anna’s sleeping body. She was a heavy sleeper, and that would work to our advantage.
My hand snaked out and clapped over her mouth before she could wake up and scream. Her eyes popped open as soon as she felt my touch. The sky-blue irises, surrounded by vast swathsof white, bugged out of her head as her panicked brain tried to comprehend what was going on.
Anna put up a decent fight, for a human, but when up against the superior strength of a ware, it was like an ant taking on an army: an impossible task with an inevitable outcome.
For Graveyard’s sake, I let her thrash around for a bit. I could feel him behind me, vibrating with need and soaking in her fear. The closer he got, and the closer he looked, the more the woman thrashed in fright.
After she’d tired herself out and stilled, I decided to get this show on the road. I was just about to bite her when I felt Graveyard climb onto the bed beside me.
