I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels

 

This is the type of love i want....Gomez and Morticia were the perfect couple.

She felt like a breeze in the midnight air, her face on everybody, she was the crowds no matter where he went, he had never seen her before but she the sweetness on his tongue and the pain in his heart. She was the bittersweet beginning to end. As he sped up on his motorbike, trying to escape her clutches. He couldn't help but yell out, "But you've never known me!" He tried to outrun her but it was never enough. He went insane as she was always right there, whispering evil thoughts he never knew he had within him."Say it to me..." His words escaping as he listened, a growing hunger surged inside of him. What was this feeling? He had to quench it but how? "Death..." She replied plainly and cold heartily."But you never known me..." He said again as he awoken suddenly to the stereo blasting in his ears and he reaches for the remote, turning it off before getting out of bed. He was drenched in sweat as coldness washed over him from his fan going off. He cleared his throat and got up, heading towards the bathroom to get ready for the day, all the while he kept thinking about his dream. Finding it odd but understandable.

 

She awoke to the blaring roar of challenge! Another dream wrested from her as her eyes shot wide open. family members disputing over some silly trifle dare destroy her dreams. With a sigh of contention, she sat up slowly, stiffly and put her head on her hand, running her fingers through her long raven black hair. She couldn't shake the anger that seemed to simmer on her surface as she ruffled up her hair, before standing and walking to the bathroom, turning on the shower as she past it and glared at her reflection in the mirror.

 "As usual, this is the BEST it's ever gonna get..." She mumbled to herself. "Not that you deserve better." she sighed again as she began the morning routine. "Murderer...Kinslayer....alive only to seek redemption. Remember your place!" She growled at her reflection and slowly undressed, tossing her clothes to the floor and stepping into the shower.

 

Though she had been taken in by the Collins family, she felt like she never truly belonged. Everyone had a bad past here, but she had never really shared hers. Preferring to be an enigma...a mystery, even to her new 'family'. No one understood her, least of all why she was even 'alive' when she shouldn't be. She had done the unthinkable, killed her own father, over a stupid, senseless argument, and in turn had been killed herself, still carrying the huge guilt of her actions. Because she had such guilt, it made her an easy target for the "Dark Man" to resurrect her, with promises of redemption if she sought out evil and destroyed it. She was often away from the house, preferring the solitude then the constant comings and goings of all her new 'siblings'. Biting her bottom lip, she turned off the shower and stepped out after showering and dropped the wet towel on the floor of the bathroom as she went to dress. She was mad that her dream had been interrupted this morning for she was sooo close to seeing the face of the man she had been dreaming about for days. She didn't know why she was dreaming of him, or who he was and she had been so close to finding that out when the sounds of sibling rivalry woke her! Shaking her head, she grabbed up her black trench coat, headed downstairs and out the main door to the garage. She needed to get OUT for a while. Grabbing her keys off the hanger on the wall of the garage, she kick started her Harley, revving it a few times before she tore off, scattering dirt and leaves everywhere as she headed to town. Gods, how much she longed for a good stiff drink....to bad she couldn't have or even taste one anymore....

 

 An hour had passed as he took his time getting ready. His mind clouded and heavy with thoughts about this certain dream. Each time he dreamed it, it was different surroundings but each time he was running from the same woman. Her eyes icy shades of blue as her hair were like the tentacles of the Cthulhu as they glimmered of blacks hues. She was beyond beauty, she was perfection of evil, a mirror of what she probably once was. Who? He didn't know. Why she taunted him in his dreams, he never asked. He was possessed by her, wanting to break this bittersweet spell that ensnared him. In a sick twisted way, he wanted her. She was his destiny, his shelter, the one woman who embedded herself deep within him that no matter how hard he tried to forget, he couldn't as she found a way to pull him back to his own demise. "I am...yours." The harsh reality of her voice always sent his heart strings in knots, his chest always caved in from the sound of that, cruel yet tantalizing voice. Oh god, he would kneel before her and not even think twice about it. Why me? He had always asked himself this when these dreams had started when he reached the age of seventeen. Ever since then, his meeting with her, would last a lifetime and nothing he did in this world; alcohol, drugs, therapy. She was always there.

 

He had reached over 90 mph on his bike, weaving in and out of the cars. The thing about Raleigh, was he wasn't afraid of death, believing his mistress that when once he crossed the veil, she would welcome him with loving arms. Though, it scared him deeply. The things she whispered about, the things she showed him, it was as if this huntress would devour his soul. Death would have been only the beginning to what lies ahead for him, should he really just thrust himself into the black abyss that he didn't understand as it beckoned to him every night? He thought about it many times, hell, he was even placed on suicide watch for most of his teen years but now? Now he had accepted her nails to dig in and she had become more lenient, this celestial being of darkness. He had come to a halt in front of a bar he often came too to drink his troubles away, usually it ended up getting kicked out or a bar fight always seemed to happen. Raleigh was known for being someone dangerous as he played dirty, locals left him, tourists not knowing, had a go with him and found they didn't like this place at all. He sat down at the bar, a spot close to the wall and the exit sign if need be for the next wanker to challenge him. He ordered rum with coke and three shots for his mistress. It seemed to please her and stray from his thoughts.

 

*she reached town in record time, winding her way in and out of traffic as she went. She had no patients for these humans today. Her mood having not improved since she left the house that morning. The dream tugged at the back of her mind, eating away at her subconscious...like a monkey chattering in her ear, driving her to distraction!! She had to find out who she had been dreaming of. For it hadn't been the first time she had had this same dream. In fact, she had had it since she had turned 17 the FIRST time! She could remember the way his eyes looked as they glowed in the darkness of her mind, the way he said "But you never know me" or the way she had gotten him to say that "Death" was the answer...she had no knowledge of who he was or why he had haunted her dreams when she was human, but he had comforted her when she had lived on the streets. Gang life had been hard and he had been her light in the darkness, her "Angel" who watched over her. Now, that she had 'been reborn' into Darkness she thought all that was behind her and she actually missed seeing his face in her dreams. She had nearly forgot what he looked like, what he sounded like till the 117th year of her new life. That night, the dreams came back with a vengeance!! They were different, darker, and he was no longer her Angel, but seemed so lost! She wanted to find him, protect him but she could no longer see his face in her dreams, she had no idea where to start looking and her instincts told her she had to...that he was important!

 

Cursing, she parked her Bike and killed the engine when yet another motorist sought to pull out in front of her. She put the kick stand down and put money in the timer and with a sweep of her black trench, she headed to the bar. Her hair was pulled back tightly in a ponytail, her skin pale and almost translucent with but a hint of pink flush to it, her eyes, they sparkled and seemed to pop with electricity as she opened the door to the bar and looked around before entering. She also never went anywhere unarmed, and her 9mm tucked in at her hip and underarm carry was a comfort as she made her way through life with strangers watching. She sighed as she made her way to the back of the bar, to her usual place and sat down, ordering a shot of whiskey, a shot of tequlia and a chaser of rum. Gods how she wished she could taste them!! Sitting back in her booth, she cast her eyes about the room, prepared to spend another night just watching the humans come and go....when her eyes flashed over a tall male near the exit sign. He was new! Something inside peeked up slightly at spotting him, even if it was only his back and profile. He seemed...familiar somehow and her senses went to full alert! Just who was he??*

 

He was left to his thoughts again as his mistress breathed heavily in his ear and he got irritated but also curious. What did she want this time? He flicked his eyes to the side, then to the other side. Nothing. It was as if she was becoming so real to him he never knew if was still dreaming or not but the wicked taste of realization always hit him like a brick, forcing him to abruptly stop and really think of where he was. He was not dreaming, he could feel his heartbeat, hear his breathing, his senses high as he raised his arm to nervously scratch an itch that wasn't even there on his neck. Perhaps, he should have drank more or downed pills before he came. Another crack at morphine always did the trick.

 

A males voice cut his thoughts abruptly and he peered over, brows furrowed, "Look at this crazy sonofvabitch, hardly drinking? You sick, Raleigh?"

 

He could only nod his head recognizing the man who always shot some pool with him every now and then he came here. He didn't consider him a friend, just someone he passed the time with when he was drunk. Drinking buddies he supposed but nothing more, "Ay, Mick, ya shithead. I'll drink ya under the table any day. How 'bout say you? Ya ready for a challenge old man?" He smiles slamming his hand down on the table as he finishes all his drinks and calls the bartender over to pour them some shots. It was something they did on a regular basis, always ending up drinking until they couldn't stand anymore, being rowdy and carefree. Mick was an alcoholic in his sixties, having a shaved head, long goatee and tattoos that represented who he once was. An old military sergeant, now living off of retirement and spending his days at the bar.

 

She was just about to get up and see just who this human was who had peeked her interest so, only to turn on a dime and head back to the bar the second she saw another, older human approach her Mark. She ordered a round of Scotch and sat, craning her neck back to look behind her and watch, without being obvious about it. She growled softly under her breath when she heard the words spoken, not realizing they were only in jest and her grip tightened upon her glass, causing it to break, cutting her hand.

 

"Fuck!! Gods Dannit!" She looked sheepish for the barkeep and took the towel he offered and wrapped it around her hand and picked up the pieces of glass, aware that she had already stopped bleeding. She hoped her outburst had not caught HIS attention as she turned the chair around to be able to watch him, but not let him be aware of it. a lock of hair had escaped her ponytail and had fallen over her eye but she was in no mood to move it, peeking through the strands at the man, hoping he would turn around, only for a moment, just so she could get a good look at his face.

 

He slugged back another few shots, slamming the shot glasses on the table as the bartender only shook his head, "Boys, ease up eh?" Before something had caught the bartenders eyes and he left to the other side. Raleigh just waved him off and slammed his last two shots back. Mick did the same until they were left with their rum and cokes, "Ay, you feeling froggy, yet?" He chuckles out to Mick who in turn laughed back, shaking his head, "Boy, when I jump, I'll let you know." He slams the bar again, looking for the bartender as Raleigh peered over to see a girl watching them, he couldn't see her face just yet but his made his chest heave and he slapped Micks's arm, leaning closer, "Have a go n' look at that lassie? I bet the next round she'll beat ya in a little arm wrestle?" He teases as he turns back around and Mick makes a face, turning back around to finish his drink before heading on over to her. Raleigh turned back around, surprised but not that he was going over there.

 

"Like to join us for a round? That...that man over there said he wants to arm wrestle you, think you got what it takes?" Mick says trying not to sound too drunk as he was trying to be respectful to the woman as he leans in keeping his voice down so Raleigh wouldn't hear, "I don't have a hundred, please just go over there." He says and laughs standing back up.

 

she had turned back around to the bar and was hunched over her drink, just listening to the two men and smirked slightly when she heard the wager. Arm wrestling? really? Humans! she resisted the urge to snort a laugh, just in time because the older one named Mick was headed her way. She tilted her head and looked up at the older man and gave him her warmest smile. It wasn't his fault that he was reduced to the life of a barfly because he was the last of his unit. He probably felt that he had been cheated a glorious death with the rest of his men in battle and couldn't handle the way life treated him now. Maybe she would give him the Gift later...if the situation presented itself.

 

"Aye, I think I would like to join you. It is a little slow tonight. My thanks for the invite." She slid off her seat with a grace that belied her age and she had to catch herself not to let her true self slip through. she was just so comfortable with this old man...would be a shame to see him suffer from a slow death from alcohol poisoning, and from the smell of him, she could tell he wasn't far off. "Can I ask a gentleman to escort me over?" Being very polite and nice to the old Scot. Her interest peeked for sure now, for she was going to get to meet the man who had caught her interest in the first place. For some reason, this idea excited and scared her at the same time.

 

Mick had a genuine smile as his eyes told stories of his past, now glossed over from age and things he had chosen to forget. Raleigh knew of his life from those drunken nights when he had told him things that probably wasn't a conversation to have in public and especially to a stranger but Raleigh could only listen and try to understand what the man had gone through. His life ended when it began. He was enlisted into the military at eighteen and seen men perish before his eyes. It wasn't a happy life and when he came back, he couldn't hold jobs or a lover. All he known was that life and so back he went until he was old enough to retire, finally now able to enjoy what little dignity of life he had left.

 

Raleigh welcomed the woman over, his chest having that weird tight feeling again as he nodded to her, holding out his hand to greet her, "I'm Raleigh Evans, nice to meet ya. Where ya from?" He was curious because he paused for a second, her eyes catching his attention. They were familiar to the point of making him feel like running away again. But he quickly let his smile break his weary facade. He winked as well giving her a strong grip, his whole demeanor he wanted to show off was that yes, he was a quite a built man and meant business. He always came off to people like a jerk in many ways but once people got to know him like Mick, he wasn't such a bad guy. A little fucked up crazy, but not bad.

 

 Taking Micks arm, she followed the man over to where he and the other man sat. Her heart picked up in tempo with each step she took and she had to pause for breath when she at last cast her glance up to his eyes and their eyes locked on one another. Time, for just that split second, seemed to stop for her. Before she shook her head slightly, clearing it of that weird feeling, and upon seeing his offered hand, reached out her own and took his in a firm but gentle grasp to shake. The moment her hand touched his, there was a sharp spark that almost made her jump in surprise! She had to resist the urge to suddenly pull away from his touch, but pulled herself out of those weird feelings again just in time to catch his name.

 

"Raleigh...??" She said slowly, testing it on her tongue, tasting the flavor of the way it rolled out of her mouth. "Raleigh, my name is Aya. Pleasure." She felt the squeeze as his grip tightened and she smirked, giving his hand a slightly more squeeze, to show that she wasn't no powder puff either. She found that she didn't want to let go of his hand, but as she took a step back, she made herself let go.

 

"So, arm wrestling? You sure you want to go?" She teased easily. "What do I get if I win?"

 

Raleigh felt shivers erupt through his body when their hands finally did meet. He couldn't shake that feeling, it was similar when the huntress dug her nails into his flesh and he could only groan in pleasure and in agony. Odd. He must have met her once before or seen this woman a long time ago for her to have any recognition or stir him up like this. When she stepped back from him he only grinned at her and let his hand fall to his side, "Ay, what's a little fun, eh? I can only offer ya a few rounds /if/ ya win, lassie."

 

Whether it had to do with pride and egotism, Raleigh never liked to lose at anything when given the opportunities. He liked to be challenged because it smoothed out the dullness in his life and made it more bearable. Sure, they was some cases were he hit rough patches in the road but he sure ploughed through him and got over it. Some leaving scars that couldn't be healed and drove him nuts. One instance was when he was walking back home one night, a kid had stopped him, holding a knife to him, he never knew what made him do it, but he stepped closer, begging the kid to do it. The horror in the kids eyes, as all he wanted was some money was something Raleigh could never forget. He even pushed the knife to his gut, letting it cut through the skin but the kid had dropped the knife in his hands, held still from that moment in shock until he had seen blood stain the shirt and he had ran for his life. Raleigh never knew if the kid stopped doing stupid shit from that day but his eyes kind of confirmed it. He kept the knife as well, throwing it in his drawer as he become fearless of death. That is what made him unpredictable.

 

 "That sounds fair...what would you like if you win?" She would go easy on him, the first few times at least and let him win. She was Immortal after all and could easily break him like a dry twig on a hot day. Her eyes flitted back to Mick, who sat behind Raleigh, and he seemed eager to see a show. Well, she was an excellent showman. She linked her fingers together and cracked them, wiggling them to get the stiffness out of them while she waited for Raleighs answer. Trying hard not to be caught up in him. Everything about him pulled at her and she couldn't figure it out to save her life. His scent made her hungry, and she had already fed for the night, the way he looked at her made her warm...and dare she say it, wet? Gods, she wanted to run away and get closer to him at the same time!!

 

 He watched her and laughed a little trying to think of what he wanted, drinks were always important but then again, so was other things in life, "How 'bout a ride around town?" He says before continuing, flashing a charming smile, "On my trusty steed." His humor getting the best of him as he found that to be funny yet he hoped she wouldn't think him a bimbo. He let out a chuckle and headed over to a nearby table to sit down, pushing old cups out of the way as Mick followed to be the referee here. He sat across from her and cracked his neck, loosening up his shoulders before planting his elbow on the table and held up his hand for her, by now the people in the pub where flocking over to cheer them on, especially the woman.

 

"Oy, Raleigh, she looks mean and fitted as a bear, what a match, eh?" Random people shouted other things, mugs clanked as he licked his lips and smiled at her.

 

"I'll go easy on ya, lassie. First round is always testing out ya strengths, a warm up if ya will."

 

"Be that what YOU want, if you win? Ride me around town?" She asked coyly as she followed him over to the table that he had cleared with a soft smirk. "Alright, I can go for that!"

 

She sat across from him and planted her elbow on the table, taking his hand in hers, gently clasping their hands together, getting in a comfy position for the game.

 

"ready when you are Laddie." She teased him, calling her Lassie, if only he knew! "Count it out...." She would be easy with him, she WOULD!

 

Mick laughed and started the count down, "Rules; elbows leave the table, you're out. Hand touches table, that's a point against you. Ready! On my mark, GO!"

 

Raleigh let his muscles tighten and flex as he gripped her hand tightly, he didn't put much strength in it but she was pretty strong and she had a glint in her eyes that told him, he didn't know what he was getting himself into.

 

 On the count "GO" she pushed just a bit against Raleighs hand and arm, not even really trying. She was testing him, and almost laughed when she felt how little he pushed against her, he was testing HER! She smirked at him playfully, but her eyes were dark with concentration....and something else entirely.

 

"That all ya got mate? Come on....PUSH ME..." She whispered the last words almost seductively at him. Daring him to go harder.

 

 "Ay, lassie it's not the only thing I got..." He returned the favor giving her a wink.

 

He used a little more muscle, her hand going down but he didn't know if he was going to win this or not, she really was playing him hard and he didn't think she was this strong as they were caught up in the middle again.

 

She felt him push and that made her smile, almost to much! She almost had forgotten herself and showed Fang! She should know better then that. She eased up a bit, not so he would notice but enough to make her hand go lower to the table before pushing again and meeting him in the middle. He was strong! She liked that!

 

"Aye, I see that...." She trailed off as she slowly let him pin her hand to the table and smiled again, twisting her hand to loosen it up as she let go. "Good one....best two out of three?" She chuckled softly to herself and bought three shots, one for each of them. "Cheers!"

 

He could only shake his head and nod at her, a part of him, letting him keep his dignity but also, he was wanting more, he knew she had more in her so he agreed, slamming back the shot. He was already skipping down merry lane as he felt numb and happy. If he drank more, he'll be one drunk bastard but he didn't care. It felt good. So good.

 

Mick started it up again and once again, they locked hands and made another go at it, but before long he finally lost this time, letting himself lose to only make the last one be the one that would count.

 

"Last one and I'm riding ya outta here like the princess ya are." He says chuckling as another round of shots he bought this time went to the three of them. It probably wasn't a good thing to drink and drive especially with somebody elses life in your hands but Raleigh never thought that through. Hell, he'll just carry her home if he needed too.

 

 She smirked at him at his words and she could tell they were both well and drunk. She wanted to leave with him, but she didn't want him to think she was weak either...oh well, she would swallow her pride and let him win. What she had planned for later, SHE would win. Blinking a moment after she took his hand, she had to shake her head to call herself back to the present. Where had that thought come from? She hardly even knew this guy! Oh well, let the chips fall where they lay.

 

On the count of "Go" from Mick, she again pressed hard against his hand, straining hard but not to hard. She really wanted to test him, to push him, to see just how much he had in him! she knew he was strong, now she wanted to see HOW strong!

 

"Come on Raleigh! Come on Boy!" She taunted, giggling in fun.

 

 "Mmmm." He let a very dramatic sigh leave him, sounding like a deep throated moan as he peered back up at her, "Careful, I bite!" He reached under the table with his good hand, letting it tap between her legs as he smirked and really let his strength pull her hand down. He was a dirty perverted man but it got that always gave him hand prints to the face. He could only wait for it as he sat back, crossing his arms.

 

 Her smile darkened and she dared to let a little fang show, only to him as she felt his overly bold touch, not moving away as that would be a sing of weakness.

 

"Oh? you bite....so do I!" She said before she backed off and let him win! Laughing softly as she ordered the last drink from the barkeep. "Seems you win, my friend..." Her eyes flickered to Mick and she could see now would be good as any. "If you would excuse me one moment, Please. I will see our friend Mick to a cab home."

 

She stood and now offered the old man her arm and smiled softly to him. "Shall we good Sir? seems you had a little much tonight."

 

Mick only nodded as he waved off Raleigh who took a minute to excuse himself to the bathroom, "Ay, see ya later. Next week, eh, be sure ta have more money ya sappy bastard." He chuckles and heads into the bathroom. Mick only laughed and agreed with him, before smiling at the lady, placing his arm in hers, "Kind of you to offer. Let's go."

 

They made there way out the doors, as they stopped to watch for taxi's, the night was bright as he peered up at the stars, "Lovely night, ain't it?" His voice would trail off thinking of how he needed to stop drinking and get his life together, but with his age, he had nothing in the world to offer anymore except his kindness. He wished he could see his old buddies again back when he was in the war. They were good men.

 

Walking Mick out, she told Raleigh she would be right back after seeing his friend off and that he owed her for that ride. Outside, the evening was warm and the night air around them soft. She led him a few feet away from the bar and stopped, leaning against the wall to look up at him.

 

"Aye, that it is..." She could see his desire, he wanted to have died long ago, when it stood for something, not waste away in a bar. She could give that to him. "Mick, you mind following me a minuet? I want to show you something." She said as she gently slipped her hand in his and led him towards a dark alley where no one would see. Once the dark covered them both, she turned back to him with a gentle smile and leaned up to softly touch his cheek. That was all it took. One touch and he could see the life he wanted had he not become and alcoholic, see his friends again, hear their laughter, hear them calling to him, feel young again..and while in that dream induced state, happy for the first time in a long time, she bit him. He felt no pain as he passed from this life to the next, only joy at joining his friends and loved ones. For that she was grateful. "Goodbye my friend, at ease Solider." She whispered as she gently laid him on the ground, turning to leave, she dialed 911 in her phone and left an anoymous message about where to find Mick and then hung up and threw the phone away after breaking it. She may be a killer, but that man deserved better then to rot in a gutter.

 

Upon entering the bar, she found Raleigh again and put on a smile, as if everything was alright and she just didn't eat his best friend. "You reay Mate? I'm ready for my ride!"

 

 Raleigh had splashed his face with water from the faucet as he tried to gain some sort of balance for himself. He had a very bad feeling wash over him as his stomach twisted in a second, like he knew something bad happened but he took it as the alcohol got to him, mixing his clears and darks. They had reacted and he grabbed the garbage near him, wretching the contents of his stomach in them. He wiped his face off and cleaned up the best he could. He was sure glad he carried breath strips in his pocket as he placed one on his tongue, the mint soothing to him as he made his way back out in the bar. The bartender finally pushing people out now as it was closing and he went back to tip the bartender just as she had walked back in and he smiled at her, "Thanks for seeing the old man out, ay, I swear, he always makes me uneasy at the end with his stories. Hope you didn't have that pleasure." He says and chuckles softly, he continues on, walking beside her, "Ya, let's go now." He smiles, wrapping an arm around her petite frame compared to him and off they went outside and to his bike.

 

"I can drop ya back off when were done, Lassie. I hope ya like danger, cuz I'mma show ya the world in 3.5 at 90 mph." He chuckles already drunk but hell, he was still moving so it meant he could still drive.

 

"Oh that's alright, I love stories and his were interesting." She said honestly for he had started to tell her of his past till she took all that pain away. She snickered softly at his words and shook her head as she slid up under his arm, wrapping her own around his waist. "Didn't you know? Danger is my middle name!" She laughed as they walked to his bike.

 

 

She was most impressed when she saw just what he was driving and said so. asking him questions about his ride that hoped impressed him with her knowledge of mechanics and bikes, pointing her own out to him that was parked just a few spaces away. "And that's ok about bringing me back, perhaps I could show ya a few places I know...after my ride!" She hinted to him, slyly. Something about him. Gods it made her all fidgty and jumpy. Like she wanted to tear into his throat and savor every drop of him and yet protect him all at the same time. She even had to stop herself from imagining what he might taste like! Smirking slightly to ease the silence that had fallen over them, she giggled that girlish giggle of hers and nodded. "Shall we""

 

He only laughed at her humor, it was like his, simple yet easy and funny when said at the right time. He then proceeded to lift a brow, impressed that she came on a bike as well.

 

"So ya do know how to ride, huh?" He smirked as they went silent for awhile as he looked over her bike, "Nice ride. Harley's are always good. But this is my baby, a kawasaki ninja. At it's fastest she can be up to 186 mph with a beaut of a body to match. Four cylinder, liquid cooled DOHC engine. Yup, she purrs like a kitten and runs like a cheetah." He explains but drops it because not many woman understood or cared really for men's toys. It was just that, a damn toy. He shrugged and hoped on, starting her up, handing over his helmet to her, "I feel better if ya wore this in case we crash. Though, I haven't since i was sixteen. Been riding bikes all my life. Come on." Just like any other man, he wouldn't have minded to take her home but like a gentleman, he would wait and let her decide.

 

 she listened as he explained his bike to her. How fast it went, the way the engine worked and had to hide a smirk when he stopped short. As if she wouldn't know how a bike worked. She may be a female but she did know a thing or two about bikes and cars. She had to repress a shiver though when he started up his bike. She just LOVED the sound of a fast engine revving!

 

"seriously?" She smirked when he handed her the helmet; but she had to smile. he WAS being quite the gentleman and she rather liked that in a human. She took it and put it on, posing a bit and laughing to herself as she smiled at him. "How do I look?" She grinned as she hopped up behind him, putting her hands firmly around his waist and snuggling up behind him! "Lets see how fast she goes, Aye?

She had time during the day, to think about how things had changed for her in her life. Since coming to this new world, she had met the Master of the Manor and they had had a blossoming romance. So many wonderful things had happened since coming here and she wondered, what the future held for them both. She had to take the time during the day to get a few things done, since everyone normally was up and about during the day. Still, she had things to do before Barnabus got up for the night and she wanted to be able to spend time with him.