Some of the women at the coochie tent had effectively told Marty to fuck off at least a hundred times but there was one he always seemed to miss. Tonight seemed to be his lucky night. Most of the other ladies were gone for the night and the one left stood counting money as a man lifted his pants over his hips and walked away from her.
Once the man was gone Marty made his way over to her. A vampire clearly, this must have been the one Edward was so keen on keeping hidden from him. “A vampire prostitute. Have you thought about marketing the whole vampire part? I bet you any one of these lucky lads would pay double to have you feed on them.” Especially in or around 2010 when those sparkly vampires from those god awful books were enormously popular.
She didn’t mind sex for profit, it was reasonably enjoyable and the money she made went straight to her and Edward. It allowed for them to purchase nice things. And it didn’t often last long enough to inconvenience her. Her brow arched at the comments from the peculiar looking waif of a man. “And a fantastic way to attract hunters.” Eva commented, stepping back into the tent.
The money was placed inside a small box as she moved to pick up her panties and the top to her costume from the floor, slipping the former on.
Marty was on her faster than a ninja, making his way so close that were he in 2020 again, he might be invading someone’s personal space. He smelled her neck and chuckled low. “Darling, you don’t need a sodding gimmick to attract us, I could smell you from a mile away.” Now he leaned back and gave her back her personal space.
“Do you feed off those horny old wankers or is it strictly their wallets you drain?” Marty had no problems with prostitutes. He’d both slept with and murdered many of them in his time and some even called him the return of Jack the Ripper during his early days. He didn’t like that much so he hopped on over to the US to clean himself of that awful comparison.
“Not that it’s your business, but it depends on the client.” She narrowed her eyes in thought at his assertiveness, wondering if he was a certain someone she’d heard about. Eva turned to face him, her robe opened and showing off her perfect bosom. Despite her vampire nature paling her skin, it still held a darker tone than the likes of Edward, showing her Spanish nationality. Her accent did as well, though it had faded ever so slightly in casual conversation over the years. A hand rose up and her fingers brushed under his chin playfully. “Not that kind of hunter, mi querido.”
He cocked his eyebrow at her shift to flirtatiousness. Like him, she was clearly someone who liked to manipulate the situation to work in her favor. But who cared because Marty could play this game just as much as she. “How do you know what sort of hunter I am?” He retorted with the quirk of an eyebrow. He was dead sure, but not like she was and he knew how some of these pesky vampires worked.
“I could have a wooden stake in my back pocket.” It was a tease of course, Marty couldn’t do any actual harm here but oh how he wanted it. This one especially seemed like the perfect one to hunt down and slaughter, almost as much as that trash in the zoot suit.
“Because you’re not like the human’s I’ve killed.” Those who were after Edward and her, and the type of whom she wouldn’t put past a family vendetta- even so many years later. She trailed her fingers down his neck, pushing a little bit of lust upon him. It was easier when she’d fed from someone and had made a link with them, but she was designed to attract prey and preoccupy their mind with feelings of pleasure before she bite them and/or killed them. “And I am sure the wood in your pants is not a stake.”
While Marty wasn’t USUALLY a person who tied himself down, mostly because anyone he was with would die before him, occasionally he committed to a relationship and Caspian had all but asked him to commit. He’d be in that relationship until he grew bored but Eva’s tricks weren’t exactly working on him. He’d been fed on before and he didn’t much like when they could have him at their beck and call. He would not make that mistake again.
“Well that’s because I’m not human and if you think this..” he pointed down to his lack of an erection. “...is wood then I hate to disappoint you.” Maybe a half chub, he wasn’t that dead and he wasn’t about to fall for her trick.
“Maybe you should worry less about my cock and more about your neck.” The threat was there and she was no regular opponent.
It seemed her hunch about who this man was, was true. That playful look in her eyes vanished to something devoid of emotion as she backed up from him and slipped the sheer robe from her shoulders. She was regretting not having fed from her trick that night, her influence would have more of a kick. Eva turned and moved around the bed to take up a simple shift dress from the nightstand and slipped it over her head, the fabric fell neatly over her curves. “Men who enter this tent enter it for one thing.” She said, “Throwing around threats is not one of them.”
He chuckled at her and leaned against one of the weight bearing planks of wood. “Love, I never said you should worry about me. I’m sweet as a puppy.” An obvious lie accompanied with a smirk. “Can’t a bloke be genuinely worried about a bird without it coming back to bite him in the ass.” Or the neck or whatever vein or artery was convenient.
“Honestly I were just passing by and noticed you, thought it might be rude just to leave it be.” Everything he said dripped in sarcasm, one might never hear Marty say one serious thing outside of I’ll kill you. She hadn’t crossed that line yet but he did so enjoy goading her.
“Chucho vicioso I would wager over puppy. I’ve had puppies.” She commented, calling him a vicious mutt. “Puppies are sweet, loving and quick for approval. They just want to be told they’re doing a good job.” Eva grabbed a clip off the nightstand and put her hair back before draping her costume and the sheer robe over her arm.
“I have plenty of protectors.” She said, stepping up to him close. “Should I need them.” Eva played weak and fragile most of the time, people assumed as much from her looks and the fact she was a woman. But any who had seen her in real action knew the truth, behind that false smile and sense of concern in her eyes laid a monster who itched to come out and feast without prejudice. She picked up the box with that evenings take and leaned in, her lips close to his ear. “And you wouldn’t be complaining if you knew how good my bite can feel.”
He scoffed at that and turned his gaze to meet hers straight on. He wasn’t afraid of this vampire or any others, he’d had his fair share of mistakes he wasn’t willing to make again. “Mines better.” He teased with an exaggerated chomp in her general direction, followed by a smirk.
He stepped away and walked back toward the rest of the carnival. He’d have fun bringing the temper out of this one, he could feel that it was all bubbling up deep inside of her. The truth was that Marty loved monsters and he found himself generally attracted to the really nasty ones.
“You ever tire of that other vampire and his naff wardrobe, you can find me anywhere you like and then maybe you can bite me.” He didn’t need to be at Edwards' disposal via her influence and the sooner he dealt with him the better.
Eva didn’t respond, she couldn’t. The carnival’s security system had enacted on her and held her in place until she calmed down as the moment she brought up Edward (she got the reference), she was going to attack him and not just an intimidating throat squeeze or punch in the eye. Of course, he’d probably take it as her not having anything to say, that he’d “won” their tête-à-tête. Good, he can think that… it would make him overconfident next time maybe.