“If you do ever want things explained to you just ask and I will answer your questions without the show that Jean-Claude puts on.” Axel told her with picked up her card, glad that her friend would not be a worry for his time here. “So no unexpected things at your doorstep? I can agree to that rule.” Axel smiled, managing again not to flash her with fangs.
He walked her to the door and held out his hand. “I have been a little rude this evening and I hope you can forgive me, my intent here is just to understand what happened. Nothing more. And I promise Ms. Blake that I will not be a problem for you during my stay.” He would keep to his word after all he did not wan the executioner after him.
“Also should you need my help while I am here do not be afraid to call upon me.” Axel told her as he handed her a card with his name and number on it, it did also have his lingerie company details on it as well. “I do thank you for taking time out of your night to talk with me.”
“That’s a relief,” Anita rose a brow, her eyes darting curiously to his eyes which, oddly, for a vampire appeared to be genuine. Then again, she wasn’t exactly certain how to discern honesty when it came to the undead. “Then we have a deal,” she smiled tightly, a pausing glance at his eyes that told her something was different about them. But her sense of pride (and why not, prejudice) kept her from forcing the stare into his pale right eye.
“Well, I haven’t necessarily been minding my peas and ques so,” she accepted his hand, unnerved by the cold and yet soft touch of his skin to hers. It wasn’t new, touching a vampire, typically they were at least a bit warmer, but the thought made her realize that he hadn’t fed. Made more sense on why she could see his limp and the pale color of his right eye. And yet, the idea of him being hungry made her become aware of the beating of her heart, the throbbing strained in the expanse of her neck.
“Right, well,” she retrieved her hand quickly but not so quick to cause offense, and took his card, “I’ll, uh, I’ll definitely keep you in mind if I have any questions.” Anita glanced at the card, flipping the item to see his company details with a snorting laugh. “Thanks, Mr. Alrikson.” Anita made sure that she had all of her things, car keys in hand, and left the empty bar with the hope that she wouldn’t, or couldn’t get herself into any more trouble.
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