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Authors: A K Michaels
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Ronan deleted the alarm on his phone and rose, going to the kitchen to take out a small packet of blood, placing it on the counter, and then going for a shower. He took his time, letting the hot water roll over his body, as he once more envisioned those violet eyes.
His breathing quickened and he was shocked to realize the direction his mind was taking him. Ronan could actually see the girl in his apartment, standing in front of the large window in his lounge. Her back to him as she stared out at the city below. Ronan shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts, he didn’t have time to daydream, he had to get ready and go and meet Esther.
His face was marred by a frown as he dressed, once again, in combat gear and collected his weapons from the bar. Securing them to his body, he continued on into the kitchen. Ronan picked up the packet of blood, felt it wasn’t quite at his preferred temperature, but drank it down anyway, a grimace on his face. Ronan frowned, knowing he needed the sustenance; however, he had been finding it more and more of a strain to feed on donor blood.
‘I may just go out with Sam,’ he thought. Go to a club and hook up with a human female. He would make darn sure she had a good time, but would not remember his feeding from her in the morning. It had been a long time since he had done anything like that; however, he thought he may just have to. The tempting allure of warm blood dripping down the back of his throat was getting more enticing as the days wore on.
Once again he shook his head, threw the now empty packet in the trash and, headed for the door. Checking his weapons as he moved, he circled his head to loosen a small knot at the back of his neck as he opened the door. Ronan made sure he had his phone before closing the door behind him, heading for the stairs instead of the elevator. He took the stairs at a jog, two or three at a time, landing sure footed, before he moved onwards. Within minutes, he was on the third floor where Esther’s office was located and he used his keycard to unlock the security door and pass through into the corridor beyond.
A soft light glowed from a door at the far end of the corridor: Esther’s office. Ronan checked his watch, saw it was not even a quarter to the hour...Esther was early. Good, Ronan thought, increasing his speed, striding to her office quickly. The door was ajar so he gently pushed it open all the way, to allow his large frame to get through, carrying on straight past Celeste’s desk. Esther’s inner office door was wide open and he could make out some shadows moving around as he drew closer. Flickering candles came into view as he moved into the room. Esther was slumped in her chair, eyes half closed, lips moving, and appeared to be in some kind of trance.
Ronan stopped dead, not wanting to distract the Witch from whatever she was doing. He hoped that it was the locator spell and even held his breath while he waited. His eyes stayed locked on Esther as she mumbled, the piece of leather held firmly in her hands. He again wondered why the girl would have such a thing, deciding he would ask her...if he got the chance.
Ronan waited, completely immobile, watching Esther’s face harden in concentration, as she continued to mumble quietly. He glanced at the leather cuff again, noting the heavy metal studding all around and got the fleeting notion it was utilitarian and not a fashion statement. The leather was thick, though pliable, the studs covering a large area of the cuff. He frowned as he tried to imagine what it could possibly be used for but came up empty.
He nearly jumped when Esther’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Good morning, Ronan, are you ready?”
Ronan smiled at the old woman. “Yes, though I wondered if we could discuss something first?”
Esther stood up and walked around her desk, stopping a few feet in front of him. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”
Ronan lowered his eyes to meet hers. “The hunter Vamp I
His breathing quickened and he was shocked to realize the direction his mind was taking him. Ronan could actually see the girl in his apartment, standing in front of the large window in his lounge. Her back to him as she stared out at the city below. Ronan shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts, he didn’t have time to daydream, he had to get ready and go and meet Esther.
His face was marred by a frown as he dressed, once again, in combat gear and collected his weapons from the bar. Securing them to his body, he continued on into the kitchen. Ronan picked up the packet of blood, felt it wasn’t quite at his preferred temperature, but drank it down anyway, a grimace on his face. Ronan frowned, knowing he needed the sustenance; however, he had been finding it more and more of a strain to feed on donor blood.
‘I may just go out with Sam,’ he thought. Go to a club and hook up with a human female. He would make darn sure she had a good time, but would not remember his feeding from her in the morning. It had been a long time since he had done anything like that; however, he thought he may just have to. The tempting allure of warm blood dripping down the back of his throat was getting more enticing as the days wore on.
Once again he shook his head, threw the now empty packet in the trash and, headed for the door. Checking his weapons as he moved, he circled his head to loosen a small knot at the back of his neck as he opened the door. Ronan made sure he had his phone before closing the door behind him, heading for the stairs instead of the elevator. He took the stairs at a jog, two or three at a time, landing sure footed, before he moved onwards. Within minutes, he was on the third floor where Esther’s office was located and he used his keycard to unlock the security door and pass through into the corridor beyond.
A soft light glowed from a door at the far end of the corridor: Esther’s office. Ronan checked his watch, saw it was not even a quarter to the hour...Esther was early. Good, Ronan thought, increasing his speed, striding to her office quickly. The door was ajar so he gently pushed it open all the way, to allow his large frame to get through, carrying on straight past Celeste’s desk. Esther’s inner office door was wide open and he could make out some shadows moving around as he drew closer. Flickering candles came into view as he moved into the room. Esther was slumped in her chair, eyes half closed, lips moving, and appeared to be in some kind of trance.
Ronan stopped dead, not wanting to distract the Witch from whatever she was doing. He hoped that it was the locator spell and even held his breath while he waited. His eyes stayed locked on Esther as she mumbled, the piece of leather held firmly in her hands. He again wondered why the girl would have such a thing, deciding he would ask her...if he got the chance.
Ronan waited, completely immobile, watching Esther’s face harden in concentration, as she continued to mumble quietly. He glanced at the leather cuff again, noting the heavy metal studding all around and got the fleeting notion it was utilitarian and not a fashion statement. The leather was thick, though pliable, the studs covering a large area of the cuff. He frowned as he tried to imagine what it could possibly be used for but came up empty.
He nearly jumped when Esther’s voice broke into his thoughts. “Good morning, Ronan, are you ready?”
Ronan smiled at the old woman. “Yes, though I wondered if we could discuss something first?”
Esther stood up and walked around her desk, stopping a few feet in front of him. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”
Ronan lowered his eyes to meet hers. “The hunter Vamp I
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