Your Dark Passenger

If you want to be totally in the know on this mini Valentine’s Day fic then you’ll want to check out the second part over on The Stiletto Philosopher.  Just so everyone’s clear on how I’m working this, every part featuring Vampire Gus will here and every part featuring Psy-chick Scarlett will be over there.

So…let’s get to the silliness, shall we?

Can You Help a Hooker Out?

Wednesday, February 11th

 8:17 pm

Gus felt the corners of his mouth twitch, but he held back the smile.  Scarlett Visa, huh?  Good thing she had the same last name as the company where she worked or he would have let the cops take her to jail.  Would have been a damn shame, too.  It wasn’t everyday hookers worked this part of town.  He would have at least had something to watch during his shift since nothing else ever happened.

“Is this true?  You know this woman?”

Her violet eyes implored him to go along with the charade.  Momentarily, he toyed with the idea of letting them take her away, but dismissed it in the same instant.  Worst case scenario, he could use the snack.  “Yes, Ms Visa is expected inside.”

The cops tossed another disparaging look in her direction, nodded to him and left.  Gus couldn’t say he blamed them for their suspicions.  Spikey heals showing off a LOT of leg, tight shirt under a coat that did little to hide that curvy figure…yeah, something about the outfit screamed out streetwalker to him, though not in the same way the streetwalkers of the 1700’s had stood out.  Now those were some obvious hookers.

But there was something about her face…He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Did he know her from somewhere?  Surely he’d remember a woman who had flowing chocolate hair cascading down a body like that.  And those eyes…damn.  In more than 400 years he’d seen eyes like that only once before, back when he was still human.

Once the police cruiser was safely down the street he turned to her and said, “Wow.  You people really want me to pay my credit card bill, don’t you?”

“If you want the truth, Mr. Limdpick, I haven’t paid mine yet either.”

“Gus.  Call me Gus.”  He held the door open for her and watched her go inside.  Damn.  “Then why are you here, Ms. Visa?”

She turned to him while shrugging out of her coat.  “It’s just Scarlett…and I came to apologize for Matt’s behavior on the phone this afternoon.  I work for Visa, not the mafia.”

“I didn’t realize there was a difference.”

“It’s very slight.”  She draped her coat over the security counter and leaned back against it, regarding him from underneath thick lowered lashes.  “So should I be concerned about you following me out to the parking lot and draining my body of blood?”

Probably.  Aloud he answered, “I might have gotten a little carried away on the phone.”  Gus crossed the foyer, coming to a stop just on the other side of the counter from her.  “But it could be arranged if that’s what you’re into, Scarlett.”

“Hmm…”  She leaned across the counter, her face inches from his own.  “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

Actually…yeah.  “Is that an invitation?”

“Do you always answer a question with another question?”

No.  Normally he would have stopped any line of questions with a quick bite to the neck.  “How about this for a question…What are you doing Friday night?”

A slow grin spread over her full lips.  “I have plans, Gus.”

Well…fuck.  That was harsh.  That would show him to try playing with his food.

Scarlett placed a hand on his arm.  “I could be wrong, but I think you’re taking me to see a movie on Friday night.  Maybe dinner, but definitely a movie.”

That could be awkward.  She would find a dinner where he didn’t eat odd and she sure as shit wouldn’t enjoy a dinner where he did eat.  “I think a movie could be arranged.”

“Great.”  She dug around in her purse for five minutes before retrieving a business card.  Once she’d scrawled something on the back, she slid it across the counter to him.  “Call me.”

“Sure thing.”  He glanced at the card after she was through the door.  Scarlett Black had no idea what she was getting herself into.  Too bad for her that he was too hard up after a 400+ year dry streak to do the right thing by warning her off.

Now he just had to figure out what the hell people did on dates these days.  It had been several centuries since his last date and that one really bit…

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