The Days dragged after that, One killing spree after another, I didn't go to the beach to meet Cole, but, it doesn't mean that I didn't think about him. How can one perfect night, keep reeling around my head after all that's happened to me in one hundred years. Stephen and I shared some great times, but , Cole was natural. I know this seems so soon, that im rushing, but only in my mind im rushing ahead, in reality, im being distant, I may want his body, but I may also want his blood in the process, disgusting, but deliciously true.

Derek and Paul are spending the weekend together in Florida, In a flat Derek bought years back. Flick and Dom have gone to a caravan site, leaving me alone. How sad to think that Im 18 ( 119) and im home alone, drinking, alone. It occurred to me to put on my best glad rags, and go on over to see Cole.

Looking through the wardrobe I found my mother's emerald green dress, it was made of silk and wrapped tightly to my figure from bust to knee, it was strapless, and she had bought it in order to make the women of society feel outraged. Applying so cream pearls to my look, and a few curls to my raven Black hair, my reflection told me I looked presentable. My knife on my thigh and a stake inside the heel of my shoe allowed me to feel safe, I lie, They made me feel amazing, hard core, Downright dangerous, yet classy in my discreetness. My reflection told me I looked like my mother, I couldn't help notice the similarities in the lips and nose, I miss her, If she was here she'd be telling me to hitch the dress up to show some thigh.

The entrance to the club was packed, fortunately, the bouncer recognized me and allowed me to enter straight away. I could see Cole behind the bar, he looked miserable, he wasn't doing any fancy bottle tricks, and the girls in front of him, who were insanely beautiful, seemed to do nothing for him.

"What can I get you" his voice told me he hadn't looked at me yet.

"A date on the Beach, and a Jack and coke, if you would be so kind" His head shot up at the sound of my voice, and after a long connection with his eyes, he smiled a beaming smile that nearly knocked me off my stool.

" I thought I'd never see you again, you never came" he looked like a lost puppy. His eyes bold and round rimmed in a sea blue that almost had a current of its own.

" I had ….family issues to attend too" he seemed to accept my excuse and talked hastily to me, that if their was anything he could do for my family, he would do it. The usual lines people of society use.

" You know ,I get off work even earlier tonight, Mid-night, want to go somewhere?" Of course I Did, I had to whole weekend to myself.

"Yes" I smiled so deeply that my muscles in my cheeks hurt, I hadn't smiled like this in 101 years.

We didn't go to the beach this time, We went out on my Bike. He saw my bike parked on the curb around from the bar and decided we should go riding. I didn't give him a helmet, I was so glad, the wind whipped his hair like a god when he stead 70mph on the back of my bike. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me. Even when we stopped to gaze at the ocean, his arms never left me.

"That star there, Im naming after you" we were laying on the grass in the middle of a park. Hands holding on the cold blades.

"pardon ?" his arms reached up as if it could touch the sky, he was aiming for this beautiful star that was huge compared to the others, it dazzled like no star I'd ever seen before.

"Its huge, it out shines all the other stars, and it glimmers red, red for danger, like you" he gave a slight chuckle I laughed with him, with only he knew the danger that he was lying by. "I'd name that one after you. Its dull" I carried on laughing, but he stopped, personally, I thought my jokes was outstanding, it was Ronnie barker quality. He seemed to concentrate on his breathing for a while, before turning his head to look at me. " I try so hard with you Siren, you just seem, like your not trying around me. Yet you seem more comfortable in this situation. Should I stop trying so hard ?" he seemed genuinely puzzled.

"You tell me, Cole, should you ?" he seemed deep in thought.

"Im not very good at this, I haven't really got experience in the, the um, girlfriend department." He was still staring at me. It was intense. I would not say that I loved this man. He was beautiful, and made me feel things no decent lady should ever feel, even one who presently had a knife attached to her inner thigh. I didn't understand when he said 'I've no experience' did he mean sex, girlfriends, fighting, looking at stars ?

"No experience, what does that mean ?" I was puzzled by his puzzled face, and I assume he was puzzled because of my puzzled look. The work of confusion to understand a situation made my chest flutter.

"I've never been around a girl like this before, I don't mean I'm a big fat virgin, I just mean, I've never cared enough to wait around for someone to get back to me. After three dates, I still crave your attention, usually I'd have pissed off bored by now" I'm not a sentimental person, but I understood, after Stephen, I spent my time roaming around men, never staying longer than a night, getting my cravings for filled then leaving before the sun came up, the last they'd see of me was the dust from ym wheels. In 101 years, Cole was the first man, I'd dated, no just sex and leave, but spend time together, talk, enjoy random things. He was also like Derek, but someone I wanted in other ways too.

"Kiss me" the words escaped my lips before I thought about it. He seemed stunned " for god sake Cole, kiss me before I change my mind" He lend over me almost instantly, obviously he's felt the same urge. He arched me up into him, wrapping his arms around my waist, my hands tugging at his hair, and pushing his face near mine when he wasn't going fast or deep enough for me. I hear him moan, and I felt satisfied that with only a kiss I'd 'rocked his world' he smoothed his hand down my skin, teasing the end of my skirt, he pulled it up gently, rubbing my thigh with his hand as he did so. The circular movements were outstanding, something so little that I hadn't felt in so long, intimacy, grow through into my emotions, like a flower killing a weed, instead of the weed killing the flower.

"Hurry Cole" I gasped, not understanding my reactions or words. He wasn't as urgent as me. He slowed his kissing, and slowly unraveled his arms from around me, lifting me and he did so, to place me on his lap, with me facing with.

"I;ve just told you, that I do not want to rush, do you really want to do this ?" he was rejecting me, the humiliation over came me like a thrashing wave of salty sea that was sickly cold. He got out of his lap, and grabbed my shoes. He gripped my arm as I treid to move away.

"Oh for god sakes Siren, don't be like that, you know nothing about me, I don't even know your name. We've been on three dates together, their fantastic I admit, but do you really want me that badly, already? Of course not, I mean, I don't mind being wanted, hey, I'm a guy. But a beautiful woman like you, could certainly leave me waiting, and I want you too, I care for you Si'" I didn't listen, I just walked on down the beach, kicking sand as I went all the way back to my bike. It struck me on the way, that I wasn't disappointed because he'd resisted my green eyes, or that he did notice them. I was upset, because I cared for him. And it scared me. . . . . .

That night I drove back to dealers and sat on the bar stool. It was silent, everyone had been gone for one day and I was struggling, without my family I was lonely.

"Ronnie, baby, do what mommy tells you and stop playing the piano, no woman should do that. Now show me your splits, Hmm your legs are a little too long, but they'll love it, because you beautiful, you look exactly like your mother"

I could picture her, on the stage, her red feather bower and a black dress, so classic that Audrey Hepburn would have died from jealousy. In my mind I was back in 1927, two years before I died. My mother wanted a third show girl, but I was only 17 so I was still young. "Baby, cant you make Ronnie wear something, well, less revealing, and maybe have her as a back ground singing, where my friends wont whistle at her" Bruce was always on the stool, always watching. His pin striped suit meant he was off to business.

"NO ! she's beautiful, why hide it Brucy, anyway, why aren't you bothered about me covering up my …assets." She gave him a dirty wink that always made me mental vomit.

"Because Baby. I'd take a shot gun to any guy who was within 100 miles of you, they wouldn't stand a chance"

I dreamed all night about them, My head casually slumped against the bar, My blood lined drink, knocked over, the white tea towel, staining it until the shape of a heart almost began to form.

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