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Posted: **26 Jun 2017, 15:36**

I shift my hips because the weight of him perched over me delivers a reminder that the last uniform to enter my room neglected to smooth out that wrinkle in the sheet beneath my ***. A pinecone would be more forgiving at this point but I have more pressing issues than what is working its way into the compromised surface of my right *** cheek.

In particular the line of hospital grade tubing currently in his hand hasn’t gone without my notice. I can actually smell the particles of fluid in the air that was originally hidden beneath the air tight seal of sterile port and my now seeping vein. The drug it carried was a waste on me. Anyone who exists for the sedating cloud in their body that it delivers is selling themselves short. I am already feeling the charge of pain returning to my body and it is a small rush all it’s own. I inhale through my parted lips and feel the layers of sutures that still manage to hold me together.

Back to that enticing length of plastic in his grip. I already have several alternative uses going through my foggy head but applying them would mean I would have to count on more going on for me than the effects of the morphine sulfate that was bumping my system into lala land until he showed up. With Slick on top it is going to take a little more than the brief reprieve from the narcotic to get the upper hand. I am in no shape to handle what he can readily deliver at the slightest provocation. Not until I am inside him. Once I get there that is when the real magic happens.

I manage to get my hands higher than my tits and get a grip on the hand offered. The wrist is pretty worthless to me. I never been into the wrist for anything. Even when applying cuffs on the job or for some questionable power play for pleasure. It’s boney and too far from where all the control is at. I get a shot of those wickedly vibrant blues and feel the sedation beneath my skin wear off in a few places simultaneously that should have absolutely nothing to do with the scene at hand. But it increasingly does. I lift just enough that the air finds my bare back through the cheap gown that they left untied for convenience after the last bedside scrub down. I feel the mind gripping pain rise with each muscle I use that tries to rebel like a world is at war beneath my skin. I override it and use all the stimulation for fuel to get my mouth closer to what is the answer to all my current issues and physical roadblocks.

My warm hand locks around the pale wrist it has hold of and pulls in so that my free hand finds the back of his neck just at the right time and hooks tight. Well, as tight as I can possibly manage. He offered the wrist and I took it as leverage. What I want is that spot on his neck that gives me the most reward for the effort it is draining from me as I go for it. He wanted me off his bosses back. He got it. In turn he has me on his neck. The promising pop of my sharp points penetrating his skin effectively deliver the intoxicating instant rush of what I could really never get enough of. While my lips fix a suction tight seal at the flesh beneath I start registering the results. I just hit the motherload and the power shooting through my system has my eyes rolling back and finding my entire universe just exploded from the inside.

Posted: **05 Jul 2017, 20:32**

It looks as if she's trying to get comfortable at first. My added weight to her already bruised and broken body can't be comfortable. Good. The thought makes me smile just a little, even as she grabs my offered wrist. I plan on keeping my end of the deal, but she wants to make sure. She doesn't trust me, but then again I don't trust her either. Which was why I still had, in my other hand, the needle for the I.V.

She uses the last of her strength (or so I believe) to yank me down towards her, as the detective rises and lunges her fangs into my neck. It hadn't been where I intended her to put her double dealing, dirty mouth at, but here we are. I'm not afraid that she's going to bleed me dry-literally, but the pressure on my neck isn't one that I'm use to. It brings a reaction out of me that I hadn't expected. I shift on the bed for a second time, trying to hide the fact. I think it could have been anyone with their teeth buried in my neck, that would have caused the same outcome, but I don't want her knowing any of that. She's the type to use anything and everything against anyone for her advantage-had to be. the proof was in the bank accounts she had and how much had been in them. Before my spending sprees and charitable donations at her expense.

"Stop." I tell her after ten or so seconds pass. She doesn't need a lot. Just a couple drops and I know she's good to go. I'm no novice. She doesn't let up, so I kindly remind her that for as much as she's on my back, I'm on hers. The point of the I.V. finds the lower spot of her spin, and I prick the skin there. Enough to give her a warning that she's playing with danger. "Enough." There's something almost arousing about this entire encounter, which turns me off. Most of me. Not that part that counts. "Be hard to do detective work in a wheelchair." I threaten the detective as she inches closer and now there's no way she doesn't know that the rush of blood loss, tied in with someone sucking on my neck gets me off a little bit. Okay, a lot.

I'm forced to drop the threat of the I.V. to her spine, so my hand can wrap around her neck and rip the detective off me and my neck. My blue eyes lock on to her dark set, trying to look past who she is. Anyone else and maybe...I shove her back against her bed and pillow. I'm disgusted for even entertaining the idea. "Get better." I state as I start to climb off the bed; not that I mean it. I'd kill her if I could, but I can't risk my boss' security or life. The company is everything to him, and frankly, to me too. Without it, I'm nothing special. Not that I'm looking to be 'special,' but the software that was at my disposal...I could never afford without him in my back pocket.

Posted: **07 Jul 2017, 15:22**

Whatever he is trying to do to get me off his neck doesn’t register. It is pointless given that I'm in him and he issued the invitation. He can try and fight it but I am not leaving that easy. There is nothing quite like it and he was the one who offered it up so I am taking it. I am consumed with what it does. I got the universe in a stranglehold and I am bleeding it of all it’s infinite power it has to offer. The first second is like a hot neck breaking rush. It shoots up sending my mind into countless realms of possibilities otherwise unattainable then shatters down in razor sharp bolts of energy that carries the force to knock my toenails off if they weren't clinging so tightly to their flesh beds. Instantaneous. That is what it is. My skin is singing, deliriously stimulated to the point of erupting into bumps and sharp points that pitch my hospital gown and stab at his chest.

**** yes! My mind is talking while my lips are sealed so tight they might as well be sewed to his death defying body.

This fix is everything I anticipated and consistent in its reward. Once again he came through with flying colors. My preferred venous fly boy is now the man. What he has doesn’t leave me hanging. It is swallowing up every nerve I have up for it’s multi-system invasion. A chaotic dance of inner muscle goes into effect from the intense punch his blood delivers. I sink deeper and I swear I can taste the chambers in his heart, the weakness rise with his scent under my nose. I want it all and I lock down in defiance when the sharp prick of the needle to my skin tries to be the distraction he needs to get away. I keep it up.

He knows what it takes and soon his hand on my neck has enough strength in the grip to close off my windpipe and issue that dilemma that is always an epic attention grabber. Blood or oxygen. Both are crucial. As much as his donation flooding my living body is a miracle cure to my otherwise state of near disrepair I still can’t get by without another breath. I need it. Beneath his air tight hold what I can’t get effectively has my fangs retracting from that juicy cool bed of flesh that I could make a meal out of under normal circumstances. I find his icy blues stabbing me with promise as he speaks while I pant like a ***** in heat solely for what he does to me.

**** him.

Who the **** is he anyways. My overworked jaws tighten up until I can hear the enamel on my teeth grind beneath the pressure. He isn’t any more special than any other fanged blood bag. Right? The more I think about it the more I want to suck his eyes out of their sockets and take him blind and hard. On fire and lying through my throbbing teeth I make him a promise that is nearly impossible to keep. His effect on me is my weakness, the excuse I need if I fail. But who says I will? I still have my options. I lick my lips slowly until they form a sadistic smirk.

“Better than ever.”

I welcome the pain that comes with the healing on the rise in my formerly bedridden limbs. Soon enough they are going to serve me well. I rise from the bed as he melts away from the close contact we recently shared. He is a smart guy. The more the distance between us increases the more he proves it. I look at him as my warm bare feet hit the cold hospital tile.

Visually I am a miracle on two feet still wearing the remnants of numerous modern medicine patchwork as I head for door to my room and fling it wide open. Like a bear finally emerging from the cave it was so rudely disturbed in I growl to the uniform jumping at my sudden appearance. He lookslike he has seen a ghost. Perhaps in his mind he has. I have no clue what is behind me anymore. Whether my benefactor remained or left didn't really matter to me.

“Discharge time.” Just let someone try to stop me. A nurse pops up from the center station. “NOW!”

Posted: **23 Jul 2017, 22:57**

Weeks passed and the detective surprisingly kept her word. Not without a price, but a bite here and there wasn't anything out of my night. Not when it came to the safety and security of my boss, and from there, my job. Where else would I get a job like this? No one advertises this sort of job online or in a newspaper. “Saw your detective friend. She's looking damn good tonight, bro!” I glace to my right as I button up my buttons on the suit coat, not knowing where the wraith was at, only guessing judging by his voice. I snort a little and shrug my shoulders.

“Anything that's not dead looks good to you, I'm sure.” My wraith isn't all right in the head, or has a visual impairment to some degree. That's obvious now. I ignore his moaning and groaning as I grab my mask for tonight's festivities-some party I was invited to by the big boss man himself. I must be staying in his good graces, he's been treating me well. Pay raise a few weeks back for the 'job well done with the video footage,' and now a party for who's who in the city.

Not anything legit. It's all who to know in the underworld. Big game changers that you either know about, or don't. There's no in-between there. The mask is stuffed beneath my right arm, as I swipe the keys to my car off the dresser top near my bed. I don't plan on staying long. I've been forewarned there was going to be drugs there, and booze too. I don't mind the latter, but the former was never my scene. I'm only there to catch a few names, drop my own around just in case things go south here, and then be on my way.

It doesn't take me a long time to get to where I need to be. Some large estate by some other large estates on the other side of town. It's just a jump on the freeway, then a jump off and traveling south for a bit. It was more difficult finding a suit for the night, then it was finding the party. Then again, GPS's have come a long way in the last half-decade. I park my car by a bunch of other nice cars, cars nicer than mine. Hell, the detective's credit was good and all, but these guy's must be making damn near a million or more a year in whatever they dabble their fingers in.

I see my boss' car, it's towards the front double doors, telling me he's been here a while. I'm not too late; only about forty minutes. Just enough time to let people know I'm interested, but not too interested. Hope my boss isn't too eager, then again, he might be the one fending off people who want to know the tricks of his trade and him. As I head to the stairs, the mask is slipped on over my eyes and nose, offering me a minimal sight of line under the stupid thing.

I pull out my invitation from the inside pocket of my suit coat at the door, where the security check point is at. There's a metal detector past him, but between another guy and people ahead of me are walking through cautiously. Not me. I'm not that sort of criminal. I won't kill you with a bullet or knife, but I will try and kill you; your reputation and your company in other ways if someone gives me a reason to. I walk right through the detector with a confident air about me, getting an eye raise from the guy at the end of it all. I probably look like I would carry something, hell, even a knife, but he's surprised. “Tough crowd.” I say with a chuckle as I bypass a woman, dressed like a few other women, holding a serving tray of wine...maybe champagne. I would have been able to tell a few months ago, but being a vampire, the stuff isn't my choice of drink.

I walk past a blond and give her an appreciative glance as she holds her silver tray in her left hand, giving my a glimpse of her near naked backside. I wonder how much the guy hosting the party had to pay half a dozen women or more to dress in g-strings and barely there bras tonight.

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Posted: **28 Jul 2017, 15:58**

D R E S S . ll . M A S K

Anyone who knows me would be quick to say that no amount of money could get me into something I don’t want to wear or any place I don’t want to be. I don’t have a price when it comes to those two things. Interesting enough that has cost me a lot along the way. A lot more than I have made, which, by the way, isn’t anything to sneeze at. While the rest of my law abiding fellow retired officers are pinching pennies to pay the lifetime work of some orthopedist to keep their beat street feet from going completely numb I will be oceans away sifting the tropical sands through my flexible bare toes. I bank on being well toasted when my time is up. Make that before it is up. Sure, there is that little issue with my accounts having a worm accessing it and lining his empty pockets with my hard earned gold but time is on my side. Currently he is the silky good feeling of invincibility pumping the venous highway beneath a couple layers of my prime and highly defiant skin. We got a deal in place. An arrangment of sorts. Time changes everything. That won’t leave me hanging. I have plans for him once that nip and swap loses it’s magic.

The slip and slide of curve clinging venetian black lace caressing my shoulders, hips and the backs of my thighs has been going on long enough it seems as if I inherited a fourth layer of gossamer-fine stitched skin. I draw in air to fill my relaxed lungs and the scent of leather accompanies the inhale. It is enough to occupy my thoughts as I banish the presence of full sickenly sweet cocktail glasses passing by on a tray held by a woman who clearly found an alternative use for toothfloss. Robbed of that tempting jiggle to keep any worthwhile attention, the fit to be lean and excessively healthy waitress is eventually swallowed by the crowd of tuxedo fitted bodies not terribly far from where I am currently standing.

The catch all turn of a tell tale platinum head sporting an impeccably tailored suit takes notice of what can no longer be detected by my observant eyes. My eyes are on him while his are momentarily distracted with what could be considered easy take-out if he was into that sort of thing. I taste the bite of cured imported hide on the tip of my tongue as it traces the points of my teeth that seem a little sharper than they were before. I know the mask is effective to the rest of the party attendees. No one would expect to find a detective in leather and lace among their tightly secretive ranks. That is no one except slick himself.

Inch by inch that silk blooded worm I was referring to is transforming my relaxed poise into a certifiable hunger. I curse under my breath as he moves like he belongs, which he does. The cool presence of him, the bitter sweet taste of him suddenly lining the walls of my mouth is unsettling. The heat in my body builds while the lace constricts the points of interest on my body that are on the rise. All of those stimulating curses for letting him in the first time come to fruition. Someone had to make the first move. I am not one to sweat it out so leave it to me to take it. I welcome the cool air that kisses the space between my inner thighs as I complete the steps needed to gracefully join the group.

One problem solved presents yet another. My model worthy stroll surpsingly brings me with no where to go but conversation close with none other than the one underworld god that no mask could really conceal from my knowing eyes. I recalled the burning penetration of lead the heavy handed mob silencer sent into my rookie gut five years back as soon as his unmistakable belly deep laughter hit the air between us. He laughed half a decade ago as I was left down and bleeding in the alley. My jaw tightened under the veil of decieiving leather while he indulged in his one sided amusement yet again.

“Let us see who you are, Sugar.” He lifted a well fed hand towards my mask and it was met with a flick of my fingers. “No? Hmmm. That rules out Vince’s broad.” Another eruption of rude laughter had the mass of his black and white tux bouncing up and down just above his visibly taxed midsection button on his jacket. “That ***** never turns down a hand or a dick. No matter. You fell into the right hands. My lap we can discuss later.”
“Ever been on your hands and knees, Chuck?” I want to strangle him until his eyes go bloody red and the laughter still coming from his mouth is nothing more than a desperate wheeze. “Because you talk to me like that again and I will have you eating your own *** while your boss watches.”

I am pretty sure I am going to kill someone tonight. I have already marked five within reach pockets that have concealed weapons just waiting for me to take possession of. I nod to the crowd just enough that it has the piece of **** glancing towards a face that inspires him to step back and give me the breathing space I should have had to begin with.

“I was joking. I figured you were his.” The tray of cocktails passing by was quickly relieved of a full brandy glass thanks to his meat hook taking possession of it. "No need to make a scene."
“Your boss said you weren’t that bright.” I hiss as I step around him close enough he gets an earful of my voice while I circle tightly behind him before movinge on. “You ******* schmuck. I own him and that means your *** is mine too.”
"Got it." He breathed out over the rim of the drink perched at his parted lips. "Welcome back. Didn't know he was pulling you out of the East Coast this soon."

With the clinking melody of gold, silver and diamonds kissing with the contact of gingerly held crystal glasses I disappear into the swelling tide of mingling bodies. It won't be the last I see of him for the night. Or his boss for that matter. For the moment I am looking for bigger fish to catch and I set eyes on something far more worthy of my hooks and attention.

Posted: **06 Aug 2017, 02:28**

My eyes don't stay on any particular woman long enough. I'm not here for that and I don't think they're here for that either. Everyone has their part to play tonight, even me. I'm only here because the big boss man himself invited me, probably to show me off like the proud peacock he could be. And why shouldn't he? He's got more money than most people in here I reckon.

I scan the crowd looking for him, but don't see him. I hear noises in other rooms off to the side; conversations, laughter, heckling. I imagine there's some sort of game going on in the room off to the right, but I wasn't invited and I like playing games where the odds are controllable and in my favor.

My steely gaze continues to look out over the thirty or so people there and I don't need to be a cop to have pegged the only person in the crowd who shouldn't be here. Her posture screams 'uptight *****,' even if her dress implies anything but. I would almost stake my undead life on the fact that no one is getting close to that woman tonight, or any time soon. I doubt she's on the invite list. I could guarantee my car on it. I don't interject when it seems she's been made by someone. I watch it all go down with a small smirk on my face.

“Weaver!” Finally, a familiar face in the crowd, even though I can't see Mr. Blanchet's face under his mask, I can smell the same rich, woodsy cologne he got stationed out of Morocco last year from his wife, a mile away. I turn away from Miss Undercover and pay my boss some attention as he starts talking about a high stakes poker game. I nod and listen, trying to focus between him and what is going on behind me. He slaps me on the shoulder, points out a few masked men and then heads back to the room he came from, disappearing in a plume of laughter, smoke and liquor.

I turn back to the person that's deader than I am in this room, only to see her still here. I'm disappointed. Hired help was hard to find and get right after all. Just as Mr. Blanchet told me years ago. Someone would pay the price tomorrow, and I'm betting it's not her. ******* shame.

I snake my way around various couples and small groups, then sneak up behind her with an arm through hers. “Darling.” I say through gritted teeth, wondering why the hell she's here. We have a deal, so if it's my boss she's after, she's going to find out that if she kept pushing the 'right' buttons there would be hell to pay. I'll take more than her money. I'll take her career. “You never cease to amaze. Your look matches your personality.” I say with a smug grin, before moving to the side of the room. “You don't want to be here.” It's a small threat, but more a warning.

Posted: **11 Aug 2017, 14:40**

I figured it would only be a matter of time before he would get to work and do what he is counted on to do. Predictability was his favorite key. I just figured the keyboard warrior would let his bosses coat tails hang for a bit and not get so paranoid as soon as he caught on that I was in the house. All the wild and masked willing could appeal to those who could summon up a temporary sense of adventure and get lost in the moment. Well, most that is. All work and no play was really shaping him into a very dull boy. One that was getting to be more disappointing by the moment. It shouldn’t be any surprise. Obviously I am not the only one trying to hide that fact that I am here. He seems to be fully prepared to cut my appearance shorter than I have planned. I can’t refuse the smirk that forms across my lips because I am entitled to the brief amusement he offers.

“It would be a shame not to bring it.” My personality or the reference isn’t in the strike zone of my ego if that is what he was trying to aim for. He needs far more practice to get anywhere close to landing a hit. Perhaps he needed to up his game and pull the safety off his technique. “One of us had to come prepared.”

My arm is hooked and the contact certainly registers. It isn’t like I am melting out of weakness. I got the ability to resist. I have found I can go a little longer without the fix so the episodes of needing some are fewer and far between. Lucky for him that it takes more than being hip to hip to get me started. I can deny the temptation of his exposed skin. I glance over at his neck and catch the dance of each muscle that moves with the slight turn of his masked head. A taste of what can be found nowhere but three layers deep within the walls of a vein I have tapped is right there. I inhale the air that delivers a distraction of second hand smoke, the heady notes of consumed whiskey that is casually returned as I exhale. I got this. I got him too. He is grabbing straws about what I want and he knows it. It is why he went for the simple assumption.

“Yet here I am dressed for the occasion.” I say the obvious. A brush of close shoulders and lace to passing tuxedo earns a nod of acknowledgement from me while he continues to lead me to the side of the room. The saying that actions speak louder than words rings true and speaks volumes of where his head is at the moment. I will play along for the seconds it takes him to find some distance from the others. “Obviously, I was invited.” I glance to where a few disappeared that he was seen in the company of before he found his way to me. “How about you?” It was his move and I stand whisper close waiting for it. What I have planned will shake the ice right out of the silver and crystal cradled in the hands of the one he finds some sort of satisfaction in protecting.

Posted: **17 Aug 2017, 22:07**

I've come to realize the detective's bark is worse than her bite, so I let her yip yap at me without thinking too much on it. I've got her number, all of them. Phone, credit cards, address, IP address, and so much more. The thought makes me grin that much more smugly. I nod as she states the obvious, then look around with open arms. “Well, I'd hate for you to miss a single thing. Stay as long as you would like.” I wasn't planning on staying for as long as she was, but now I'm even more motivated to leave sooner than later. Her residence is wide open and unprotected. She has a shitty security system, props to her, but it's not something I've never dealt with before. So tempting...

“Don't play games. We've all been invited; one way or another.” How she got an invitation was still something I was working out, but it didn't matter. She was here now and there was nothing anyone could do about it. I wasn't about to see whatever went down, go down. I'll try and give my boss a fair warning, but in the end, I'm always out for myself. “Walk with me.”

I grab my phone from the coat pocket of my suit and take a quick glance at the camera system I installed in her boat a few weeks ago. All clear, as expected and it's driving me crazy sitting her like a peacock on display to the world at this stupid party. It wasn't often I could get inside her personal residence without wondering when she would show her ugly head back around. The phone is tucked back away for safe keeping, the detective blissfully unaware of what I was looking at.

We had a deal, and I've kept my end, so I don't even worry that she's here for my boss. If anything, she's going to try and hit him where it counts, without actually hitting him. I might be her target tonight, which only made me a little more willing to leave the party early. “How's things in...Uganda? I bet you made some families very happy.” I goad her a little as we climb up the stairs to the second floor, where it's less congested and a little more quieter. “How did you like the gifted address labels? Did they give you the tiger ones, or the elephant ones? I'm a softie for the orange and yellow cats, myself.” We're at the top of the stairs and I shift the conversation to something a little more personal.

“I'm going to stress being careful. Again.” I don't care about her, but I care what happens to her. They're different. I've got the rights to make her life a living hell, no one else. “You're outnumbered. Exponentially.” I'm not claiming to be some end all be all math guru, but it's fairly obvious. My eyes move past her and to the open doors that lead to a cement veranda where I can see my car and where it's parked at. Always a good thing to know, if I need to ditch the party both quickly and early.

Posted: **23 Aug 2017, 19:59**

“We all are.”

Being out numbered applied for every single body walking on the surface of the planet. I find the obvious flaw in my first non-verbal thought that was to back up what I said. It was not to be limited to those on two feet. It was applicable world wide. It covered the crawling, clawing and the flying to and from. Even those that referred to themselves as adventurous while jumping from perfectly good planes just to fall back to the ground or those hanging off clouds and cliffs. They were included too.

Once my self-correction was complete to my satisfaction I eyed him between casual nods to the masks that turned for notice. He seemed comfortably smug about his revelation. I wonder if that is a particular thing that slowly comes with losing one’s pulse or is it because someone has him believing because of his connections or no further need for oxygen that he is actually safer than me where we are. His point he was intending to make could very well come back and bite him in the *** for good measure if he was believing his own ********.

I don’t acknowledge the no-lick-to-stick labels he mentions or the admittance that he has a preference for tigers. Making families happy from blood soiled money could be seen as a positive somewhere he was digging from to make it so but the press of my teeth lining up and increasing the tension in my jaws said different. His tapping into my accounts continued to be an ongoing problem I actually spent more time than I was expecting to. Pros like him typically could be stopped with a few that were better. Finding those that could beat him was the challenge.

The accounts had taken a serious beating. Switching financial institutions was hardly the answer. Neither was using some rather creative alias’. When that didn’t work I buried them in creative places only to have him find them without fail like a superfly hunting down the last fresh **** to be had on the planet. I consulted several that are known to be the best hackers on the dirty end of things and all I hear he is that he is getting to be more trouble than I will be able to afford. A majority of those have advised I take care of it like I do everything else. All of which I give serious thought to while taking this ‘walk’ he suggested we take.

“Don’t tell me that is all it takes for you to leave.” I question his commitment to his chosen cause while breathing in the fresh night air now available to my lungs. “You just arrived.”

A commotion begins inside inspiring voices to quickly rise in alarm while the scantily clad serving staff dart back and forth in the interior. I should be distracted by it and be as concerned as the others reacting clearly are. I am not and there is a reason for that. A damn good one. Obviously my gift to the host hit the spot.

Posted: **31 Aug 2017, 15:23**

I hear the hustle and bustle of whatever is going on downstairs, but my attention doesn't deviate from the woman near me. Not since she mentioned being outnumbered. Either it's her distraction, or not. If not, then it doesn't pertain to me. I've not done anything or have a reason to be guilty of anything. If it's her, then it's been planned as a distraction. Unlikely for me. It's slim she knew I would be here. Either way, it's better to keep my eyes on the detective.

The detective would be attractive in other lighting, I imagine. If I, or someone else didn't really know her. Some chump might be persuaded by a nice *** in an expensive dress. Not me. I hadn't answered her interest in if I was leaving or not. Seems she's more observant than I anticipated. "I'm not leaving." I glance down the stairs to see some bodies start to move and what looks to be security. Fantastic. Looks like the party might be over before it begins. My eyes wander out the veranda again and down at the car. My car. Her car. Our car. A bit of both, given it's her money but I'm the one driving it.

The sound of glass clanking together was heard from below. More hurried feet. It has my interest, but it doesn't seem to move the detective. I can only guess it's because she's well aware of what is going on downstairs. And while I am a mildly apprehensive, the truth is that if anyone realizes who she is and what she might have done....they would be unforgiving and she might end up dead. The idea is appealing, but not at the hands of someone else. She's mine to screw over and ruin. I move towards the veranda, an arm around her lower back to draw her with me to the veranda. My mind is calculating the height of the veranda, and the height of the car. "Not...without you." I tell her quietly, then with the hand on her back, remove it and, give her an abrupt shove off the balcony. She should be okay. At most it's only a nine foot drop from here to the roof of my car. I move to the handrail I shoved her over, climb it and then follow the detective. My fall is a little more controlled and graceful, and proof of that is when I land next to her. I crouch down while the wind is knocked out of her and sigh. Sirens are coming, as I assume, she's behind the ruined party. "You've been very bad for someone pretending to be...good."

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