âIs his house really that big?â Sure, Mason had had drug money but heâd only lived in the trailer heâd grown up in or apartments. The idea of a house that big, some swanky mansion that you could justâŚ.I dunno, swim through your money in seemed pretty unfathomable. Again, it wasnât like he and Beau talked much so he didnât know that much about his life. âHeâs got descendants in town? Who are they?â Mason was curious in spite of himself. He probably should just ask Beau but she seemed to know and she was here so it was easier just to check with her. âDoesnât seem to have a problem admittinâ what he likes.â Mason mused. Beau was always very clear with him about what he liked and wanted.Â
Mason made a tsking noise. âYeah? Thatâs too bad.â Where the fuck would he even be without booze and drugs? No wait, he knew that answer, because he hadnât had either in jail and it had been a nightmare, at least for that first year. At least after that first year the vampires had come out and thereâd been some in there and theyâd introduced him to some new addictions so itâd been bearable after that.Â
He was still chuckling about the idiot who hadnât know what she meant. âWhat a dumbass.â Mason mused, as they headed for the car. It wasnât the nicest car but it was pretty nice. Heâd bought it with drug money and though it wasnât the flashiest it was still a smooth ride and had a few nice perks to it. He shook his head as she explained further. âCanât see why they wouldnât wanna try it. You know how much I love it, theyâre really missinâ out if they wonât even try.â Unlocking the car, he let them in and got it started up.Â
It wasnât a long drive because Wolford wasnât very big so they were parking in his spot beside his apartment building downtown soon enough. He got his groceries out of the back and soon enough he was unlocking the door to his apartment which was a few flights up. âJust let me get these put away.â Some of the stuff had to go in the fridge. His apartment wasnât the neatest and tidiest but it wasnât a pit by any means. It looked lived in, there were a few half full ashtrays scattered around and there was the lingering smell of smoke that didnât quite go away but Mason hoped that wouldnât bug her too much. âCouch or bed?â He asked, walking over to her and smirking after heâd put the groceries away.Â
      âRidiculous sort of Scarlett OâHara type thing, the kind she has at the end of the movie, very vulgar,â she mused of Beauâs estate as they wandered, not aware a lot of what she was saying probably should have been kept private. In her mind, if Beau was sleeping with him, these were not overshares. âA young woman named Juno, must have mostly inherited her personality from other familial lines,â Valentina offered, a dig at Beau that most rarely saw. âPrivately, perhaps, but apparently he has had as hard a time ageing into this era as I have.â
      When mason said she understood how much he liked it she actually smiled. Most of the people who wanted to be with vampires sort of gave her this icky feeling, like they were going to try and trick her into something, Mason didnât do that, he was an easy person, someone who didnât seem the type to engage in trickery or manipulation regularly, he also didnât dress in fishnets and corsets with black gunk around his eyes which was an improvement. âAs I would say most vampires are missing out on being aware of you,â Len offered, a kindness in a way as she pulled her seatbelt over her chest. She didnât own a car but had been in them a few times now, so much more quiet than they had been in the past, she felt exceptionally safe in them which was a misguided opinion worse than her others really.
     For most of the drive Len remained silent, it wasnât especially long and he could probably tell she enjoyed watching the town as the car drove them through it, eyes flicking to street signs and numbers on homes to try and work out in her mind where they were, intent on eventually knowing the whole place by memory alone. Once inside she allowed him a few moments to put things away, standing by the counter and watching him, eyes lingering on the various muscles of his form, contemplating their tenderness. It was enough to distract from the scent of chemicals in the air, cigarettes not smelling quite the same as she remembered, certainly the tobacco of it didnât bother her.
      When he moved to her though, done with her groceries she offered a vague smile to his smirk, stepping into his presence in the solitude of his home, silence radiating around them, white noise of the water in his pipes and the flame of his water heater hidden somewhere in the trailer. Was it silly she actually admired the minimalist living state? Certainly she found it more appealing than the grandeur of others homes. Hunger partially abated by the womanâs actual enjoyment of his presence - it was so much easier to rip the skin off someone who she found to be undeserving of her attentions - she allowed her fingers to find purchase against the waist band of his jeans, nails pushing up the fabric of his shirt, leaning closer to him, drawing in the smell of cigarettes that were on him as much as his home. âWhy not here?â she asked, heels on the linoleum of his kitchen. Hands to his chest, feeling his heart throbbing beneath the base of her palm, she lifted her chin to him, brilliant blue eyes full and focused onto him. âEasier clean up,â she mused.
      He didnât quite get a moment to answer though as her soft lips reached for his, fangs descending only when her tongue touched his only. Sharp teeth lowering around her tongue, slicing it just briefly enough that she felt a droplet of her own blood fall beneath her tongue to the base of her mouth. âYou want to be messy, donât you?â