“I swear to god if that pillock mongrel breaks her new car, I will kick his arse. Why is he driving as if he is a retarded kid in a candy store, slamming through all seven gears?!” I groaned, watching the red sports car driving in front of me swerve back and forth for no apparent reason.
We went to four different dealerships until I found the right car. Jarvis was trying to pick some used Japanese import because it was cheap.
Jay Dee was all about performance and engineering, a total car buff, so shopping for a cheap Japanese econo-box was out of the question. Her bedroom walls were covered with posters of pinup girls on the hoods, or leaning against, beautiful classic trucks, there was a large x-ray print of an internal combustion engine, many impressively detailed pictures of the insides of various mechanical devices, and hundreds of classic muscle cars.
We couldn’t find a classic car that spoke to me, so since I am European, I decided that Jay Dee will drive a European import, even if it’s German.
The beautiful metallic red BMW M6 Coupe was beautiful and when I saw it, I could picture Jay Dee stretched out across the hood in a barely there bikini, licking her lips, beckoning me to caresses the luscious, velvety, rose-tinted pillows with mine...
The woman was kicking me arse without even knowing it.
Lucky for me, not so lucky for the owner of the dealership who had ordered it specifically for himself, we came across it just as it was unloaded off of a trailer early enough in the day that we could still get lunch before heading back to Lummi before Jay Dee and the others returned. Jarvis was most impressed with the significantly reduced price tag, but it was like I told him; you never pay retail when you have thrall at your disposal.
Regardless of finding the perfect present, Jay Dee was going to hit me, this I knew without a doubt, and Jarvis advised that I duck. The young had honestly bewitched me—mind, body and soul—and she was so damn difficult in all of the ways that I wasn’t used to women being difficult in. Usually women wanted lavish gifts, expensive dinners, jewelry, everything and anything money can and can’t buy.
However, none of that appealed to Jay Dee.
Jay Dee only wanted for others and the most simplistic things which she could afford herself, otherwise she didn’t want them. Her humility and non-materialistic nature were very attractive traits, but they drove me completely insane. However, nutter or not, and as irritating as it was, Jay Dee was more than worth it.
My mobile rang; it was Romeo.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Hey T,” he started then laughed; that was never a good sign. “How’s it going? Can we head back yet?”
“Yes, we are in line for the ferry. How did it go?”
Again, he laughed. “Well, I got to lace her up in a corset.”
I snarled and he laughed again.
“Trust me, Cousin, she is kind of hot and all, and her tits are amazing and wood inducing, but whoa. That girl has absolutely no idea what she’s working with or how to work it. She didn’t know how to put a corset on, she didn’t want to put it on, but Abby made her try some stuff on.”
Knickers, sexy knickers that are not cotton and sold in packages of ten at a discount store, very nice.
“What did she get?” I asked.
“Have I told you what a pain in the ass she is?” he mumbled.
“She did not buy anything, did she?” I surmised and groaned; stubborn woman.
“No, not exactly...well, she got something to wear tonight. But she bought it herself. The stubborn girl refused to use your platinum card, and then after she turned many shades of red, from the whole lingerie store incident, she disappeared.”
Note to self; never send a six hundred year old vampire with a shopping addiction with my platinum card and Romeo to babysit again.
“You found her?” I surmised.
“Playing video games in the arcade, surrounded by preteen boys with hard-ons watching her kick ass in some fighting game. She’s a strange one.”
Jarvis warned that would happen. Shopping wasn’t Jay Dee’s thing in the least.
“Where are you now?” I asked, annoyed that it wasn’t exactly going according to plan, and yet at the same time it was as expected.
“Seattle. Jay’s stretched out in the backseat sleeping, and Abby disappeared in a shoe store with your credit card. I’m guessing we’ll be here for another couple of hours.”
In all fairness, Abigail did warn me that she wouldn’t be coming home empty handed. I just wished that Jay Dee would have bought some clothes.
Damn overly difficult bird.
“What did Miss Jay Dee get?” I asked, running my hand through my hair in frustration.
“I’m not telling,” Romeo teased. “You’ll have to wait and see. Can I ask you something?” he asked, turning serious.
“Can I stop you?” I groaned.
“Point for you,” he conceded. “Where do you see this relationship going? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see you happy and I’m over the whole ‘she turned me down’ thing, but seriously, Cousin, where do you see it going? You’ve known her for like what, five days? And you just bought her a car, you’ve told her nearly all of our secrets, and…well I don’t know what else, but it isn’t normal.”
Regardless of what Romeo said, he was still narked that I got the girl and he didn’t. However, his curiosity was well founded; I hadn’t been with anyone for more than a quick shag in nearly two centuries. That was mainly because of my brother, but at the same time, I hadn’t met anyone who I was interested in. Why did that suddenly change when Jay Dee walked into class on Monday?
“Honestly, Romeo, I do not know,” I admitted. “A car was much, much cheaper than jewelry, but obviously not cheaper than a shopping spree. I have bought you cars before,” I reminded him. “And most of the time I cannot stand you. I only keep you around because you usually amuse me with your stupidity, and we are a coven, a family.”
“T, you know love me and want to be like me. At least you used to, until you started getting laid again,” he said with a chuckle.
I snarled. “It is not like that, and you will remember to maintain a level of propriety while in the presence of the daughter of the alphas of the pack which we are stuck in the middle of. Tell Abby to hurry her arse up in order to avoid traffic, so we may change before the party.”
I hung up the mobile without a goodbye.
I wasn’t entirely narked at him; I was more upset with myself. What was I doing? I met had Jay Dee on a Monday and by that Friday I had bought her a car. I sent her shopping with my credit card and two vampires, one who could barely keep it in his pants only half of the time and who got to lace her up in a corset—lucky bastard. I had told her nearly all of our secrets, most of which would have gotten me in a barney if anyone on the council had found out, but more importantly, told her nearly everything about me...even my siblings and wife didn’t know the real me.
There was no way that it would end well, it was damn near impossible for it to end on a positive note. Even if Jay Dee eventually loved me, and I loved her, she wasn’t meant for the life of shadows and the inconspicuous lifestyle which vampires must live. She was a glowing star in a world of darkness who deserved to shine. That’s how she was to me; a white haired angel who got me on levels that I didn’t even get myself.
Would she be narked if I bit her?
I shook my head to clear the thought. I could never do that, especially not to her. Jay Dee deserved to grow up, grow old, and have a long happy life with children and grandchildren, and eventually, death.
Then again, what would a short-term relationship hurt? We could mutually go our separate ways once she goes off to school, or whatever she decides to do after high school. That could possibly work...or not. Either way, I am more than willing to find out. Perhaps we should talk about that. Not today though, today is her birthday. I will wait until she is not narked about the car and gifts before I talk to her about something that will put an expiration date to whatever this is going on between us.
Yes, that will work. Let her kick me arse for the car first, and we will talk about whatever we have and where it is going later. According to Romeo it is always better to put off today what you could do tomorrow, or next month, or in a couple of years.
Even I didn’t believe my own lies.
I knew that it wasn’t going to end well for either of us, that I was certain.