Ending: Russou

Five Years Later

My arms cross over my chest and my lips pinch themselves into a harsh scowl. Oh boy am I mad. Steam coming out of my ears mad.

I know I should be used to this by now and that there is no real harm being done, but it still gets my blood boiling every time I see it. Russou is hanging out in the V.I.P. booth with three vampire hoochies again. He's leaning back, smiling, his arms spread on the back of the couch with two of the three girls leaning on his chest.

That's my chest, I think angrily.

I continue to watch from across room, over the heads of my customers, as Russou leans over to the vampiress on his right and whispers something in her ear. The blonde vampire girl giggles and playfully scolds Russou. I roll my eyes. I knew how Russou felt about blondes; they were his favorite.

At last I can't stand it anymore. It's time to claim back my man. I stomp through the crowd by the bar and onto the dance floor. Some vampire bachelors try to get me to dance with them, but I shoot them a cold stare and they quickly scurry away.

I bust my way through a few more patrons and Grosif, the club's V.I.P. room bouncer, lets me in without hesitation.

"You still takin' tomorrow night off?" I ask Grosif before going in.

"Yeah, but don't worry. Shaffer already said he'd cover for me," he says back.

"Just making sure. Okay then," I say waving goodbye. Grosif nods and re-closes off the section with velvet rope.

I strut into the room, cross my arms like before, and loudly clear my throat. The three girls and Russou all look up, too busy in their play to notice I had entered.

"Baby!" Russou flings his arms up and greets me.

"Don't you 'baby' me," I growl.

I look at the group of skanks. "Scram," I say.

The little pack look at each other and then back at me. They all pitch me matching sneers and I raise my eyebrows at them, not impressed.

Before another word is said I bring my left arm forward, and flash my diamond ring in their faces. I smile as they wordlessly get up and trot out the door.

"Now you didn't need to do all that," Russou whines. My triumph quickly turns back into fury and I remember what I had stomped all the way across the club for. I throw Russou a deadly look.

"Babe," Russou tries to reason with me, "You know I won't do anything. I'm just making sure everyone is having fun. Its my duty as the club owner."

"You know I don't like it when you flirt!" I snap.

"Who's flirting?" Russou defends himself, "Flirting indicates that you're intending to go further with that person. But you know that's not true."

I let out a frustrated breath and look away. Yes, I knew Russou wouldn't do anything. But it still hurt all the same.

Russou gets up and holds me. I struggle only a little to get away, but stop after I am sure Russou isn't going to let me go. Russou leans down and puts his lips next to my ear.

"Who's wearing my ring, Mrs. Stone?" he whispers.

I look down at the shimmering wedding ring on my finger, and then on the matching wedding band on Russou's hand.

"I am," I finally say.

"And who's the soon-to-be mother of my child?" Russou says as he caresses my two week old pregnant belly.

"I am," I say proudly.

"I'll never leave you for anyone," he says caringly, "No one's worth it. We have forever and I'll be faithful the whole time through. You know this."

"I know," I admit.

Russou kisses my forehead. "I love you, little miss thang."

"I love you too, Richie-poo," I tease.

"Oh its like that, huh?"

"I thought you already knew this. Kinda slow today, huh?"

And with that Russou lets out a wolf howl and I run away, beginning the game of chase that we both loved to play so much.

The End