“Well, I don’t necessarily enjoy being in the middle of your vampire pissing contest or even a prized pony between you two. I already have to deal with more than I want to in this than being the butt of the joke.”
Anita was tired. But not nearly tired enough to appreciate the way his accent touched her name. It was different than how Jean-Claude spoke it, the sensual vampire always attempting to woo her and bribe her into accepting a so-called gift that she wanted nothing to do with. Once again, Anita wanted to believe that Axel wished well, it touched somewhere in her humanity and her desire to accept everyone by their actions and their promises. But that had never worked out for her in the past and she doubted that it would change in any time in the future.
“Thanks,” she smiled tightly again, her eyes darting to his fangs, trying to ignore the roaring rush of blood to her ears as fear attempted to take hold. “Thanks for your hospitality.” There was a moment that she felt that she needed to bow, but laughed at the thought and took the opportunity to slowly walk away first, keeping him in her peripherals while she moved towards the bar in search of a soda to calm her nerves.
Anita found herself the entertainment for most of the party patrons. Having to catch the stares of both human and vampire, and what ever else goes bump in the night set her in an almost sour mood. She knew what everyone saw when they looked at her, The Executioner, The Master of St. Louis pet attack dog. And boy, did she hate it. She hated that now the humans looked at her with pity and disgust and she hated that she almost felt the same way whenever her eyes caught the mirror. God, was she a joke.
Grabbing her cross necklace that was hidden beneath her dress and against her chest, Anita set it directly in the middle. At least now when the hungered vampires would turn to sneer or leer at her they would get an eye full of the silver light. “Coke, please.”
He laughed at her calling what he was doing a pissing contest. “You are not a pony Anita, I would never think of you as an animal. And I am trying to put your maser in his place.” He explained. “And you will never be the butt of one of my jokes.”
As she thanked him he could hear her heatbeat pick up in speed and he could feel that she was feeling a little scared. “I am sorry if I have scared you Ms. Blake. I shall take my leave for now, if you need me I will not be too far away.” Axel said with a small bow before turning on his heel and walking away from her.
He went and mingled with the humans and vampires that were there to see him and try to get on his good side, he disliked their attempts which were mostly telling him secrets about the master of the city and his new servant. He wasn’t really focused on them anyway his mind and eyes were more looking at Anita as she sat at the bar.
He excused himself from the others and made his way over to the bar sitting down next to her and ordering a whiskey. “I miss being able to wear one.” He told her as he pointed to her cross.
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