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Author: Gata De La Noche
Fiction Rated: T - English - Supernatural/General - Reviews: 47 - Published: 03-21-05 - Updated: 06-01-05 - id:1864911

Allison was shuffling through her purse when a hand shot from the shadowed parking garage and locked around her arm. She jumped and dropped her newly found keys as the shadowy figure began chuckling to himself.

“Curse it all, Maverick,” she sighed, bending to collect her keys. The figure in the shadow straightened up from where he had been leaning against the wall and stepped into the light, hands sunk deep into the pockets of his dark jeans.

“What’s wrong? Jumpy?” he asked, the smile that lingered on his face nearly mirthless.

“You well near gave me a heart attack,” replied the small woman with a dark glare as she stuffed her keys down in her purse. “What do you want?”

“They’re getting suspicious with all the killings. Beginning to think someone may be behind the all, masterminding the whole operation.”

Allison glared into his dark eyes, or as nearly as she could without becoming ensnared in those tar pits. “I keep my trail covered.”

“You best hope so,” he growled, white fangs flashing in the dim and flickering lights, “’cause if they find you, I’ll be sure your dead.” His hand flashed out again, this time resting itself on her neck with just enough pressure to be uncomfortable. Some of the confidence drained from her glittering eyes as she reached and brushed his hand away.

“If they find me, I’ll put my own neck to your lips. Don’t worry.”

“Then I won’t. I just will not have them discovering my part in this.” He stepped back and Allison began walking back towards her car, shaking her head.

With just a few steps left, she punched the button and was rewarded with a happy beep as the car unlocked. Immediately, a hand pulled the door open and Maverick slid into the leather interior.

“I’ll drive,” he quipped and extended a hand for the keys. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Allison handed them over.

“I swear you’re bipolar,” she sighed and climbed in the passenger side, taking great care to buckle her seatbelt. Driving had never been his forte.

Thanks for reading! There is more, if anyone cares, but as I said in Last Days, I am not sure what story to work on first. So I want to see which more people like. If you have time, please look at Last Days as well as Treason. I’ll just count reviews if I don’t get any opinions. Well, thank you for reading and reviewing (you were going to review, right?). Any extra help would be greatly appreciated.

Later!

Gata de la Noche



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