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rooted to the spot. It’s because I want him and the longer I have
my eyes glued to that behind, the worse it gets. But then I’d have to touch him
and I can’t.
“What do you
want?” He sighs heavily.
“Some
answers.”
“I don’t have
any.” He shrugs and then starts walking again. Just when I think I’m probably
going to have to follow him all day, he heads down the dappled pathway between
an avenue of ancient trees and steps up onto the nearest bench. Sitting on the
back edge, he places his feet on the seat and rests his elbows on his knees. I
shake my head, honestly, and Rose thinks I’m a rebel without a cause! Keeping a
safe arm’s length between us I take a seat. The civilised way.
We both stare
into the distance and sit for a while in silence.
“Do you live
around here?” he asks.
Wary of his
motives, but aware he could simply stalk me and find out, I reply, “not too
far. You?”
“Moved here
about a month ago, been doing some gigs in town and moved in with our drummer,
but he’s disgusting and has parties like every night, so a couple of weeks ago
I rented a place of my own, in a nicer area. I like it,” he muses. “But I’ve
been feeling all…off, since I got here. Like this place is messing me up.”
Why is he
telling me this? “Why did you come in to the bank?”
“I don’t
know.” He confesses, a deep frown settling on his face. “I felt, compelled.
That’s the only way I can describe it. I actually have an account there, well,
a trust. I’ve never needed to go in, but I was passing and I just felt like I
should, no clue why. And it happened again. That thing you did last night that
fucked me up.” He turns to me while he’s speaking, accusation in his tone.
“Hey, I didn’t
do anything. It happened to me again too. And compelled is exactly how I felt
going into that pub I had no place in last night.”
“Oh I don’t
know City Boy, you looked ok there to me,” he smirks and then winks.
Seriously?
Flirting? At a time like this? I’m just about to pull him up on it when he
ricochets off in another direction.
“You know not
everyone in your bank is human right?”
What the
fuck? I don’t even know how to respond to that. I guess that confirms for
certain he’s not human. Not that it was in much doubt, especially if we are
handling money for him. It’s more the fact that he convinced my father that
concerns me. It leaves only one real conclusion. At a loss for a suitable
response, the plain ugly truth finds it’s way out of my lips. “Noone in there
is human, actually.”
He glares at
me, “no one?” he asks pointedly.
“No one,” I
confirm. “Including you.”
He tilts his
head on a nod in confirmation and shrugs.
“You had my
father fooled though. You must be something pretty special to go under his
radar.”
He scowls. “Your
father?”
“The man you
spoke to.”
“Interesting.”
Yeah very.
But I don’t feel like enlightening him.
A
companionable silence descends and we both watch activity on the large expanse
of grass through the trees. I don’t know how much time passes, but I relax back
against the bench and cross one leg over the other. T stands up on the bench,
hops down to the floor and drops down into the seat beside me. His legs strewn
casually in front of him and his body angled so that he is lounging rather than
sitting on the rough wooden bench. The absolute contrast to my formal approach
to life, he is ‘fuck it’ personified.
It’s a minute
before he moves again, but when he does, my stomach tightens and panic surges
through me. He moves his hand off his thigh and holds it out to me, palm up. I
stare at it, then look up at him. He is watching me intently, expectantly.
I guess I
want to know as badly as he does if what happened last night was fluke, the
result of some crazy one off supernatural incident. Or if this is something one
of us is really capable of. I lift my hand and hesitate for a few moments,
finally giving
my eyes glued to that behind, the worse it gets. But then I’d have to touch him
and I can’t.
“What do you
want?” He sighs heavily.
“Some
answers.”
“I don’t have
any.” He shrugs and then starts walking again. Just when I think I’m probably
going to have to follow him all day, he heads down the dappled pathway between
an avenue of ancient trees and steps up onto the nearest bench. Sitting on the
back edge, he places his feet on the seat and rests his elbows on his knees. I
shake my head, honestly, and Rose thinks I’m a rebel without a cause! Keeping a
safe arm’s length between us I take a seat. The civilised way.
We both stare
into the distance and sit for a while in silence.
“Do you live
around here?” he asks.
Wary of his
motives, but aware he could simply stalk me and find out, I reply, “not too
far. You?”
“Moved here
about a month ago, been doing some gigs in town and moved in with our drummer,
but he’s disgusting and has parties like every night, so a couple of weeks ago
I rented a place of my own, in a nicer area. I like it,” he muses. “But I’ve
been feeling all…off, since I got here. Like this place is messing me up.”
Why is he
telling me this? “Why did you come in to the bank?”
“I don’t
know.” He confesses, a deep frown settling on his face. “I felt, compelled.
That’s the only way I can describe it. I actually have an account there, well,
a trust. I’ve never needed to go in, but I was passing and I just felt like I
should, no clue why. And it happened again. That thing you did last night that
fucked me up.” He turns to me while he’s speaking, accusation in his tone.
“Hey, I didn’t
do anything. It happened to me again too. And compelled is exactly how I felt
going into that pub I had no place in last night.”
“Oh I don’t
know City Boy, you looked ok there to me,” he smirks and then winks.
Seriously?
Flirting? At a time like this? I’m just about to pull him up on it when he
ricochets off in another direction.
“You know not
everyone in your bank is human right?”
What the
fuck? I don’t even know how to respond to that. I guess that confirms for
certain he’s not human. Not that it was in much doubt, especially if we are
handling money for him. It’s more the fact that he convinced my father that
concerns me. It leaves only one real conclusion. At a loss for a suitable
response, the plain ugly truth finds it’s way out of my lips. “Noone in there
is human, actually.”
He glares at
me, “no one?” he asks pointedly.
“No one,” I
confirm. “Including you.”
He tilts his
head on a nod in confirmation and shrugs.
“You had my
father fooled though. You must be something pretty special to go under his
radar.”
He scowls. “Your
father?”
“The man you
spoke to.”
“Interesting.”
Yeah very.
But I don’t feel like enlightening him.
A
companionable silence descends and we both watch activity on the large expanse
of grass through the trees. I don’t know how much time passes, but I relax back
against the bench and cross one leg over the other. T stands up on the bench,
hops down to the floor and drops down into the seat beside me. His legs strewn
casually in front of him and his body angled so that he is lounging rather than
sitting on the rough wooden bench. The absolute contrast to my formal approach
to life, he is ‘fuck it’ personified.
It’s a minute
before he moves again, but when he does, my stomach tightens and panic surges
through me. He moves his hand off his thigh and holds it out to me, palm up. I
stare at it, then look up at him. He is watching me intently, expectantly.
I guess I
want to know as badly as he does if what happened last night was fluke, the
result of some crazy one off supernatural incident. Or if this is something one
of us is really capable of. I lift my hand and hesitate for a few moments,
finally giving
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