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sirens blaring and blue lights flashing though the open door. It distracted Dane, and he looked away long enough for her to get by him. Guess Dane didn't know that there would be cops watching to see when Mitch left the apartment complex. Dane breaking the door alerted those fine police officers. She guessed human cops were good for something after all. She ran down the street toward oncoming traffic. She kept her head turned so she could look behind her.
Dane had gotten away from the cops and ran behind her for a while. But with all the noise from the city, he couldn't hear her thoughts, or Mitch's, clearly. But he would be able to see what she was going to do if he concentrated. She wouldn't be able to stay in one place for very long without him finding her.
She removed her hand from Mitch's face and he took a big breath of air. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but you were about to blow our cover." There was a bus about to stop at a bus stop, and when the door opened she ran up the steps, then went to the back and sat down. She sat Mitch down beside her, and when her body lost contact with his, he began to become visible again. Guess it wouldn't work if they weren't touching. She quickly grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his. He disappeared again.
"Was he telling the truth? Are you with him? What did he say back there? Was that French he was speaking?" Mitch said, and a few people turned and shot puzzled looks in their direction.
She clapped her hand over his mouth again, and in a very quiet whisper she spoke, "Just because they can't see you, doesn't mean they can't hear you, Mitch. He nodded then she removed her hand. She wished she could see the look on his face. Had he really thought Dane had been telling the truth? "It wasn't French. It was Italian. I was born, raised and turned in Italy. So was Dane, but we never knew each other until around a century ago. And no," she whispered. "I was never with him; I've never been with… anyone." She felt him stiffen under her hand but she didn't elaborate, and he didn't ask her anymore questions until they got off the bus fifteen miles on the other side of town.
Dane would have notified her parents and the Elders by now, and they had a lot more skill than even she could fathom. They would be able to find her. They had to run away from here, or they would be dead by morning. Mitch would become a fugitive. If he ran away, it would look as though he were guilty of the murders. It didn't matter. He was going to prison if he stayed. There was no way to prove he was innocent, and there was no way to prove the actual murderer guilty. She didn't think the human court system would believe there were really vampires. They would have to go away forever. What if Mitch didn't want to stay with her? The cops would eventually catch him and put him behind bars for a murder he didn't commit. If he didn't want her, she wouldn't hold him captive. She would be no better than the cops if she held him against his will.
He'd been perfectly still and quiet ever since she had informed him that she'd never been with anyone before. What did he think of her now? She could slip in his mind and find out, but she always felt like she was invading his private thoughts. She knew how she hated it when Dane did that to her. He didn't have to slip in her mind to know what she was thinking though. He could read her easily and even better if he touched her. That's what he'd been doing last night when he touched her cheek, she thought. Damn. How could she be so naive around him when she knew very well what he was capable of?
"We have to get away from here," she whispered to Mitch. The street was noisy, but someone might still be able to hear them talking.
He took his cue from her and spoke softly. "I'm being watched, Ciera. If I leave and they find me, I'll be twiddling my thumbs in a prison cell for the rest of my life. And that's if they don't send me straight to the electric chair."
She stopped and,
Dane had gotten away from the cops and ran behind her for a while. But with all the noise from the city, he couldn't hear her thoughts, or Mitch's, clearly. But he would be able to see what she was going to do if he concentrated. She wouldn't be able to stay in one place for very long without him finding her.
She removed her hand from Mitch's face and he took a big breath of air. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but you were about to blow our cover." There was a bus about to stop at a bus stop, and when the door opened she ran up the steps, then went to the back and sat down. She sat Mitch down beside her, and when her body lost contact with his, he began to become visible again. Guess it wouldn't work if they weren't touching. She quickly grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his. He disappeared again.
"Was he telling the truth? Are you with him? What did he say back there? Was that French he was speaking?" Mitch said, and a few people turned and shot puzzled looks in their direction.
She clapped her hand over his mouth again, and in a very quiet whisper she spoke, "Just because they can't see you, doesn't mean they can't hear you, Mitch. He nodded then she removed her hand. She wished she could see the look on his face. Had he really thought Dane had been telling the truth? "It wasn't French. It was Italian. I was born, raised and turned in Italy. So was Dane, but we never knew each other until around a century ago. And no," she whispered. "I was never with him; I've never been with… anyone." She felt him stiffen under her hand but she didn't elaborate, and he didn't ask her anymore questions until they got off the bus fifteen miles on the other side of town.
Dane would have notified her parents and the Elders by now, and they had a lot more skill than even she could fathom. They would be able to find her. They had to run away from here, or they would be dead by morning. Mitch would become a fugitive. If he ran away, it would look as though he were guilty of the murders. It didn't matter. He was going to prison if he stayed. There was no way to prove he was innocent, and there was no way to prove the actual murderer guilty. She didn't think the human court system would believe there were really vampires. They would have to go away forever. What if Mitch didn't want to stay with her? The cops would eventually catch him and put him behind bars for a murder he didn't commit. If he didn't want her, she wouldn't hold him captive. She would be no better than the cops if she held him against his will.
He'd been perfectly still and quiet ever since she had informed him that she'd never been with anyone before. What did he think of her now? She could slip in his mind and find out, but she always felt like she was invading his private thoughts. She knew how she hated it when Dane did that to her. He didn't have to slip in her mind to know what she was thinking though. He could read her easily and even better if he touched her. That's what he'd been doing last night when he touched her cheek, she thought. Damn. How could she be so naive around him when she knew very well what he was capable of?
"We have to get away from here," she whispered to Mitch. The street was noisy, but someone might still be able to hear them talking.
He took his cue from her and spoke softly. "I'm being watched, Ciera. If I leave and they find me, I'll be twiddling my thumbs in a prison cell for the rest of my life. And that's if they don't send me straight to the electric chair."
She stopped and,
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