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(Dwayne and Jo were able to share a night of passion before the inevitable separation of their paths, but before goodbyes are forced, they are bound and determined to spend a little more time together. Except, neither of them realizes that good and evil surprises are in store. Welcome to another chapter! Dwayne is written by the mun of this blog, and Jo is written by Melsanfo) Blood. It covered…

(Jo’s had her time with Dwayne. Now it’s time to meet the others, but on the way she ends up breaking a few chains in her personal life that sets a big impression on the vampires. In this scenario, the boys are written by the blog owner. Jo is written by Melsanfo ) Given any other day, Jo would have never approached them when they were together. Mostly she thought of her meetings with Dwayne as…

“Sometimes there’s a car parked out here,” Dwayne whispered as he slowed his bike and killed the light. “A guard. So that vagrants don’t go in and disturb the peace.” His grin was wide as he checked over his shoulder to see the thoughts on the surface of her face. “You ever been through there? 1875. That’s when it was built. Now known as tunnel number six and about nine hundred and twenty-seven feet long.”

He pointed up. “There’s a graveyard just up above it. They say that bones still fall through down onto the tracks at times, even now.” He chuckled. “How much you wanna bet I can get through it safe with no headlight?”

The bike inched closer as if she had a mind of her own, and Dwayne let it, easing the clutch into a momentary quiet, downward gear. His feet paddled the ground, moving forward with it, almost as if he were taunting Jo with the darkness. His guess was that she’d go for it, balls to the walls. Either way, she’d get to experience it because his eyes never faltered in the mass of black that would cause disorientation to most humans.

Part 4 (In this segment Jo and David are written by Melsanfo, while I take on Dwayne, Marko and Paul. Enjoy!) The horrified expression on her friend’s face told Jo all she needed to know about how she looked. Among all kinds of beach themed, Boardwalk and Santa Carla colorful souvenirs, plus the people buying them, she knew she stuck out like a gory sore thumb. Even Tess’s ‘I always have the…

Taking the bite with her fingers wasn’t exactly what Dwayne had in mind. In fact, he expected her to take it off with her mouth. A bit of a romantic gesture on his part, but the more he thought on it, the more he was glad she hadn’t. He wasn’t exactly the fast moving kind under normal circumstances, unless they were his victims in the usual ritualistic fuck and feed. He also admired the fact that she wasn’t in a hurry to get down and dirty and it showed in his expression. Never mind the fact that she got lost in his eyes every time she stole a look that lasted longer than a few seconds.

He brought his elbows up on the table and folded his hands together under his chin, content to listen to her talk while studying all her habits.

A frown came over him, however, when she mentioned freedom being a problem and then he remembered her youth.  Suddenly he felt a little uncertain about her and whether or not trying to continue spending time with her after this night would be a good thing.

The boys had all had their rounds with youngsters as they weren’t the type to discriminate, but fighting with an outside family for one person put them dangerously on the radar. If something were to happen, their safety might end up in jeopardy.

“Then perhaps I’ll have to steal you away,” he countered anyways. “Someone like you should never be considered second best. I’m surprised you haven’t found a way to get rid of her already.”

Too much maybe? It did sound a little murderous on the serious side of things. “Anyway, I can give you a ride home. That means riding on the back of my hell bitch.”

With a satisfied smile, he went back to picking through the mass of nachos and barely touched his sugar laden soda as it would bring him more cravings for blood.

She caught his attention again with the subject quickly moving back into date number two, or technically date number one. His dark eyes looked up swiftly, his chin still down, mouth partially open to catch the next bite. He didn’t want to wait for weeks for something else to happen between them, unless David gave him a good and solid no when it came to seeing her again. If his sire even smelled one fraction of trouble, he’d pull the plug. Lest Max get up in their business like he often liked to do.

But there was something familiar in the way she went on about this new place and the food and the way her checkmarks on an invisible list found solidity in his mind’s eye. He couldn’t resist taking a peek into her silent mind at that point. Careful not to dig too deep, he got a flood of warm info about family and food and culture.  That’s when the bells went off, as his own culture was still very important to him, regardless of being a night creature.

“Depends on whether or not you want to hear the music,” he answered, cheating a bit in the psychic sense. “If not, a beach night sounds good. My brother has a rock box…a stereo we could borrow. Fuck it, I’ll steal it from him if I have to,” he laughed.