Once
it was over, I asked him to turn around. He did. I licked the blood off
of his back and healed his scratches.
This time, I laid
against the tub and he laid underneath my chin, wrapping his arms around
my waist.
Suddenly my stomach
growled, "Sorry, I guess, I'm hungry."
"Ne font pas des
excuses, mon oiseau chanter. [Don't apologize, my songbird.] Come, let
us get out of this tub, I do believe that the water is starting to get
cold. We shall get dress and I will pay the bill and we will then move
back to my apartment. I am sure that we can find a werewolf for you."
He first stepped
out of the tub and helped me out. We dried each other off and even picked
out the other person's clothes for today.
I had chosen something
simple for Asher, tight jet black jeans with black suede boots and a Royal
blue dress shirt. It went good with his black leather jacket.
Asher however
took his time in choosing my outfit. I watched him as he opened the suitcase
that Raven had brought.
Well, when I first
came to St. Louis, I only brought my black leather backpack, I had only
brought a couple pairs of jeans and shirts with my sword and my silver
Smith & Wesson gun. Asher had to buy the rest of my things like shampoo,
toothbrush and even my nightgrown.
He touched every
piece of my clothing, deciding of which shirt goes with which pair of pants
or skirt. He finally decided on my black leather pants, with my low heeled
black boots, a long flowing white blouse and a black knitted cardigan vest.
"Am I meeting
Jean-Claude tonight?" I wondered why, he wanted me to dressed up if I am
just going to his place. I knew Asher would probably ask him of why he
allowed Raven into the city.
He shrugged his
shoulders to me, "You need to make a good impression on him. He still remembers
on your grand enterance at the Circus."
"I don't remember
much on that day, just wandering around on the grounds, trying to find
you.....Oh wait, I remember either grabbing a vampire or a were by its
throat and demanding to tell me where were you. That was him?"
"Non. my oiseau
chanter, [No, my songbird], Jason, his pet werewolf." I cringed, oh yeah.
Asher was right. Jean-Claude did after all allowed me to stay in his city,
even though a part of me still wanted to kill him. God, I hate politics.
Whatever happened to the good old days when we just kill each other and
that was that.
"Nous? [Shall
we?]" He asked as he helped me with my black trenchcoat. I was already
wearing my hoister with held both of my weapons. Call it an old habit but
when we were still illegal and Galen started to kill those kids, the hunters
showed up from no where and hunted us down. I knew that it bother him,
he was still a gentleman and a gentleman always protects the lady. He hated
it when I had to protect him in the past. I guess he assumed that he would
be protecting me. But he didn't argue with me.
He swung my backpack
over his shoulder and picked up the suitcase. I carried my guitar case
and held on to his free hand.
He looked around
the room, one more time, checking to see if we didn't forget anything before
turning off the light and closing the door.
