Lately James doesn't want to go out hunting with me.
I have a theory or two but either way it boils down to the same thing; James-less hunting isn't nearly as satisfying as hunting with James.
The last time we went out we came dangerously close to getting caught.
(more) We had just shared an extremely satisfying meal in the woods behind the school by his bar and both of us were wired.
Some nights were better than others and this particular night had me buzzing. It was still early and I didn't want to go home yet but I really didn't want to go to the bar.
The new barmaid working was a nosy bitch with too much time on her hands. She was potential trouble and she hated me because she wanted James. Whatever.
Anyway James had the passenger seat reclined and my head was in his lap with my feet hanging halfway out the window.
Believe me, it was a lot more innocent than it sounds. If it was up to me I'd have James halfway to happy-land instead of discussing the finer points of HR Puffinstuff but he had places to be that didn't include me.
Master Vampire stuff he said.
"What, are there Master Vampire meetings or something?"
His finger was in my mouth running over my slightly protruding fangs when out of nowhere we were surrounded by three police cars and I bit down, drawing blood. Shit.
Oh man he tasted good.
There were lights everywhere and we both jumped up, guilt written all over us.
"License and registration ma'am."
The cop was stone-faced,I turned on the tears and started to babble excuses.
Parking in a school zone was asking for trouble and I really didn't want to have to eat six cops either. (less)
