Continued from ~fang marks and silver claws~  
  
   “That was the coolest ride,” I said, handing Jason his spare helmet. “I mean, I’ve been on motorcycles before, but that was so awesome. “
   Jason smiled and set his helmets on the seat of his bike. “Glad you liked it. Most girls don’t like how I drive.” He fallowed me up the stone walk way to my house. It was about three in the morning and the night was quite cool. It felt good to be outside. It was currently only the first quarter of the moon. That one little half moon in the sky was bright enough to light my walkway.
   When I got to the door I turned around to face Jason and leaned on the wooden door. “Would you like to come inside?”
   He gave me a broad grin and kissed my cheek. “I would be delighted.”
   I smiled and opened to door, flicking on the living room light as I walked in. My living room was walled with medium colored wood. Framed pictures of different large cats. My favorite was the huge poster of a white tiger walking through a snowstorm. The furniture was Italian leather. I had a three-seated couch and a recliner in front of my little T.V. My sound system was used more than the T.V. Just my taste.
   I sat down on my little wooden bench and striped off my boots. Jason fallowed suit. The ease that he took off his boots with made me seem like I stumbled and tripped. I guess years of practice with boots will do that to you. I just recently started wearing them. I gave him a playful dirty look.
   “What?” He asked.
   “How do you get out of your boots with such ease. You make me look like this is my first time.”
   He gave me a broad grin. “My profession needs me to get out of whatever I’m wearing smoothly. It’s given me a certain, gift, if you will.”
   I laughed as I stood up on the deep green carpet. “And your profession would be?”
   He gave me one of those guy looks that make you either blush or makes your body tighten in lower areas. I chose the blush.
   “I’m a stripper.”
   “Oh, that’s nice.” I started to turn away and he caught my shoulders gently. He turned me to face him and went in for a kiss.
   I gave him a playful shove. “Stop that,” I giggled.
   He let me go and changed his face from that look to the happy smiling one that I’d begun to know. “I love how I can do that to you.”
   “Do what?” I asked, walking off to the left and into my kitchen. I knew better than to ask if he wanted coffee or something. All vampires can consume is blood and wine, but only one sip at a time with that last one. I flicked on the light to my black and white kitchen and went over to the coffee machine. At three in the morning, my coffee level was low and I needed the coffee.
   “Make you blush that red,” Jason said, sitting down in my little oak breakfast nook. “I haven’t made someone blush like that since I was…” He seemed to need to think about that for a while. I kept forgetting that he was way older than I was.
   “If you need to think that hard about it, I really don’t need to know,” I said. The smell of fresh coffee wafted through my nose. I was suddenly peaceful. Oh, the power of cafine.
   Jason laughed. “Did you bring home that bottle, or did Danielle take it to the back of the bar with all of your stuff?”
   I thought about that for a second. “I think I put it in that little backpack you were carrying, why?”
   “I thought we might enjoy it together.” And there was that damned look again. That look that said he knew what I wanted and exactly how I want it. It was a bit odd. He didn’t know me well enough to give me that look. No guy knew me well enough for that look.
   “Don’t look at me like that,” I said, a tiny snap in my voice.
   Jason’s face went from knowing to puzzled. “Like what?”
   “Like you know what I want and you’ll give it to me if I only give in.” I shook my head and poured out a cup of coffee for me. I’d drink it black this early in the morning. The bitterness of my black coffee calmed me down from my bit of frustration. I leaned back against my black marble counter with its white veins.
   Jason laughed and nearly fell out of the breakfast nook. I seriously did not feel that funny and the laughter made me feel small. I took a sip of coffee but still felt as though I were being laughed at. I didn’t like being laughed at. I was not that fucking funny.
   When Jason could breath, he gasped out, “I keep forgetting you don’t like cocky men.” He gave me a smile. “Most girls melt at that look.”
   “Well I’m not most girls, now am I?” The bitterness in my voice was like the coffee I was drinking.
   Jason stood up from the breakfast nook and stalked over to me. It looked like a stalk for a naked person on stage. Yeah, no denying he was a stripper. That stalk brought him in front of me to lay his hands on the counter near me so he was leaned into me without touching. Smart vampire. I was pretty pissed.
   I set down my coffee and crossed my arms. “What?”
   He smiled and kissed my nose. “Don’t pout at me. I didn’t do anything.”
   He was right which made me pout more. “Fine, you’re right.”
   “Then why are you still pouting?” he kissed my nose again.
   “I don’t like being wrong. And stop with the nose thing.”
   He smiled and kissed me. It startled me and I jumped a bit. He pulled back a bit to look me in the eyes.
   “Better?”
   I nodded. “I guess.”
   “You guess?” He shook his head, sending his hair to frame his face and brush mine. “Now that won’t do, will it?”
   I smiled and sank my hands into his hair and got a good grip. “No, it won’t.” I pulled him to my mouth and was lost in the deep kiss and the feel of his hair. It was so soft and wavy. I ran fingers through it while he picked me up and I locked my legs around his waist. He pulled back far enough to say, “I don’t sleep with people on the first date.”
   I grinned at him. “Why ever not?”
   He smiled and bit my lower lip. “I don’t know. Should I break my rule?”
   I nodded.
   “Hell yes.”

   I lay with my head on Jason’s chest, one finger playing with the little golden hairs that started at his belly button and goes downward. The other hand was under my cheek. Jason was stroking my hair gently.
   “Wow,” he finally said.
   I turned my head enough to look up at him. “After that great sex, all you can say is wow?”
   Jason laughed. I felt it through his chest like a vibrating drum. It made me shiver a bit. I gave a little purr and dug my nails into his rock hard stomach. Jason shivered.
   “Wow does sound a little too junior high, doesn’t it?”
   I nodded and kissed his chest gently, snuggling closer.
   “But amazing doesn’t quite cover it.”
   I laughed and sat up, red sheets clutched to my chest. “Come on, I wasn’t that good. You on the other hand…”
   Jason sat up sheet bundled in his lap. “I’ve had years of practice at it.” He traced my cheek gently.
   I closed my eyes. “I’ll just bet all the girls fall for you.”
   “Not for me, but what I offer.” He laid his hand against my cheek. I nuzzled his hand and placed mine over his. “I offer a set of fang marks where ever they want one because I need food and they wanted to brag that a vampire had them.” He gave a heavy sigh. “That’s all those humans want, a set of fang marks.”
   I opened my eyes. “At least you can touch them. No one wants a silver clawed monster near them. One scratch and they can become furry.”
   Jason cupped my face in his hands. “You are not a monster, Amoura. Don’t ever think that.”
   I looked him deep in those black blue eyes. “One, its Amry.”
   “Amoura is so much prettier, but if you insist, Amry.”
   “Two, if I’m not a monster, neither are you.”
   “I never said I was a monster.”
   “But you were thinking it.”
   “How do you know what I’m thinking?” His voice was hostile and he pulled back his hand.
   It was my turn to hold his face with my hands. “Maybe I’m psychic.” I kissed him very gently. “Or maybe I know what it’s like to be different.”
   Jason slid his hands over mine and closed his eyes. “Yes, that latter one would certainly answer my question. I’m sorry I snapped at you, Amry.” He opened his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me. I met him in the middle. First it was gentle and soft lips then it grew. It grew to Jason’s tongue exploring my mouth, feeding at it like a starving man. I nicked my tongue on his fang and the sweet metallic taste of blood fill our mouths. Jason gave a tiny moan. He rolled on top of me, pinning me at the shoulders and the hips. The only thing between his body and mine was the thin material of the sheet. Even through that material, I could tell Jason was happy with where he was. Very, very happy.
   Jason pulled away first, blue blue eyes fluttering open like black-laced butterflies. He gave me that smile that made me blush earlier but brought on a look of my own now. I went to sit up to suck and nibble his neck, but he held me down. I struggled a bit, hands playing with his golden locks. Jason moved one hand of his to tug on the crimson sheets.
   “Off,” he said.
   I let my hands fall down above my head. Jason slowly started pulling down the sheets, revealing me one inch at a time. The look in his eyes held some cross between a soft wonderment, like that you give to a painting, and a dark, dirty knowledge that comes when you know exactly how to make your lover scream in pleasure. The look sent a shiver down my spine.
   He stopped pulling the sheets down at the curve of my hips. I lay under him totally passive, letting him lower his face to my chest and kiss and lick and nuzzle my stomach, slowly going lower. He bit gently at my stomach, stopping at the sheet, only his hands going lower. They slid over my hips, down my thigh. He slid his hands back up the sides of my body until he go to my breasts. He slid his hands over them, fingers gently rolling my nipples as they tightened at his touch. I gave him a soft moan and he slid under the rest of the sheets, going into a push-up position. His tip slid against my opening. I shivered and gave a tiny moan for him.
   Then the door flew open and the bad girl was shooting at me with a browning hi-power. Isn’t it supposed to be against the rules for the bad guys to shoot at you during sex?

   Jason rolled me off the bed as the bullets flew toward us. Feathers were exploding from my pillows as I was pinned to the ground. I heard the girl running over around the bed. Jason moved faster than the eye could see and the next thing I knew the gun way lying on the bed. I peeked over the bed at Jason and the girl.
   She was struggling in his arms as he held her, screaming about how evil he was. He held her with ease and gave me a blank stare.
   “Let me go, you blood sucking bastard! You soul-stealer!” She shrieked.
   I stood up, not even bothering to cover myself. What was the point? I’d look stronger if I wasn’t clinging to a sheet. So, I stood naked in front of her, hands on hips.
   “Who the hell are you?” I hissed.
   "The name,” She spat at me. “is Nariko. You are Amoura, Amry to people who know you.” She gave me an evil smile. “I’ve done my homework on you.”
   That was news. “Why?”
   She spat at me and it hit my cheek. Jason tightened his grip on her and she just laughed. He went for her neck and all she said was, “Go ahead and bite me. I’m not afraid to die from a monster. I’ll kill you all.”
   “Oh,” I said. “So you’re afraid of becoming one of the monsters?”
   “No.” That one word told me everything. She wasn’t afraid to die. She was afraid to become a monster. Like me. Well, I know just how to get everything I wanted to know out of this little bitch.
   “Oh, I think you are, Nariko,” I whispered, holding my hand in front of her face. “I really,” I started shifting my hand into a claw. “really,” I curled out my claw nails. “think you are.” I touched her cheek and she screamed.
   “Oh god, don’t touch me! Don’t you fucking touch me!”
   “Why are you here?”
   “Fuck you!”
   I touched her cheek a little harder.
   “Help the Human Race told me too!” She screamed.
   “So you are with the HHR?”
   “Yes.”
   “Did your president send you?”
   “No.”
   “Who did?”
   “He’ll kill me.”
   I laughed and even to me it was scary. “And what makes you think I won’t?”
   “You wouldn’t dare!” Her eyes were to wide for her face.
   “You’re right,” I whispered, touching my nose to hers. “I wouldn’t. I’ll make you one of the monsters, Nariko. I’ll make it so you fear the moon the way I enjoy it. I’ll make you think of how people smell like food. I’ll put the thoughts of tearing out their throats and feeling the hot gush of blood spill down your throat. I’ll do it, Nariko, and I’ll enjoy the hell out of it.”
   She whimpered. “His name is Zane. He’s starting a radical movement throughout town to rid it of Vampires and Shifters. He hired me as an assasign, even though I have no experience.”
   I made a hmph noise. “Thank you, Nariko. I think you need to go to sleep now.”
   Her eyes got wider. “No, please…”
   I slapped her with my clawed hand, leaving four claw marks acrossed her face. She fell to the ground as Jason released her and passed out.
   Jason looked at me. “You can be so scary.”
   I looked at him. “Practicality can be very scary. I can be practical.”
   He nodded and kissed me gently. I kissed him back and said, “We need to get dressed and I need to call a meeting with the shape shifter community. Can you get ahold of the Master of the City?”
   He smiled. “Yes, where should we all meet?”
   “The only place big enough….Kaspar Forrest, next to the Waterfall.”
   He nodded. “Let’s get dressed then, my lady love. For dawn approaches soon.”
   I kissed him again. I think Jason and I were going to get along just fine. He didn’t mind me being scary, and I loved that. Maybe this time, my love life would work. Funny how I can think of my love life in the middle of a crisis like this.