She’s refused my attempts to talk to her, and explain my side, responding with silence or drawing her gun, which causes me to retreat. “I’ve royally fucked up.” I say, to no one in particular. “Well, look at the bright side, now you can screw Alex, because technically you’re not together anymore.” Says Dutch, entering the room.
“Thanks to you.” I state.
“Oh please, like it’s my fault that you can’t keep it in your pants.”
I’ve never put my hands on a woman, but she’s pushing it. “What are we discussing?” Inquires Eph, with Cori entering behind him, I’ve noticed that they’ve been spending a lot of time together. He goes straight to the bar, pouring drinks.
“How men royally screw us over, what do you think Cori, is it the blue or the white collar men that does the most screwing?”
“Well, I prefer the blue collar men.”
“And just when I was starting to like you, you go and say something hurtful like that. He says, passing her a drink.
“Let me finish... Let me finish...” She says, smiling.
Their flirtatious behavior invokes my suspicions.
“A girl doesn’t know what she’s getting with a white collar man, when he makes love to you, he makes love to you, and when he’s screwing you, he makes love to you. A girls confused, and more than likely hurt in the end. But, with a blue collar man, when he makes love to you, he makes love to you, and when he’s screwing you, he’s “royally”... screwing you.” Sharing a laugh with Dutch, Quinlan enters the room.
Her disappointments evident for just a second, before she takes a seat next to Eph. “Team blue, huh?”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that.”
“With those beautiful eyes.” She says.
“Oh C’mon, you know that they’re dreamy.”
“What...” He says, with a laugh.
Looking at me, with a smug look as she takes a sip of her drink, I quell the compulsion to wrap my hands around Dutch’s neck.
“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were flirting with me.”
“No... that can’t be.”
“Because you don’t have a stinger.”
“Sure I do, that’s just not what I call it.
She and Dutch burst out in a fit of giggles.
The born showed up as promised, and Eph was ready and raring to go. Far from the safe zone, with the sun shining brightly, we ended up in front of a castle outside of new york. “Oh my god... this is beautiful....” States Cori, staring in awe at the enormous building, and well kept grounds. “Yeah, too bad we gotta fuck it up.” says Eph. We walk right in through the front door, I thought that there would have been guards waiting.
The inside is a modern, upscale, rockstar pad, blended with the old historical mix of the 16th, 17th, and 18th centuries. Everyone’s alert and ready, except Cori who’s distracted by the stunning elegance of the residence. “Let’s try not to cause too much damage, people.” I state. I know her...she wants this as her home, and if we do survive this, I’ll have to make a request for it.
Our perusings interrupted by a lone strigoi, exiting a room carrying linen. “Seriously?” Says Cori, driving her sword through its stomach and then removing its head.
Another charges at us, followed by a slew of what looks to be domestic strigs. They’re quickly put to rest as their heads are hacked off. “We need to split up, I dont want to be here when it gets dark.” States Dutch.
“We have plenty of time, and splitting up is idiotic, it deviates from the plan. Says Cori.
“Who are you calling an idiot?”
“Ladies...can we pause the bickering and get back to the task at hand? Says Quinlan, making his way down a hall. “What is it?” Asks Cori, from by his side. He’s staring down the steps, that leads to a closed door.