Week Three: Wednesday Who: Daren and little Nicky When: Late Night, End of her shift What: Daren has some information Rating: Of course she'll want to show her appreciation
So many women, so little time. Oh wait... Daren had all the time in the world. Problem was, all these human women just kept getting older and older in the blink of an eye. Little Nicky was already in her thirties. So was Maggie. Hell, Maggie was pushing forty. Not like he could so easily replace her without raising questions. Not that he really wanted to replace her. She looked fabulous in Versace and even better on his arm. Every man envied him and every woman murmured about how perfect they were together. The philanthropist with money to burn so selflessly dating a commoner, a single mother, a nurse, a healer and nurturer.
And now that pissant little vampire thought he could waltz into town and take all that away from Daren? Not without a fight. Though, likely not too much of a fight. That would look too good for Daren after all. With any luck Bas wouldn't be around much longer for any of it to be an issue.
Not that Daren really expected Nicky to believe him. She was so adamant about these things. Things like evidence and, playing by the rules. Did it matter which rules he played by? Most of the time the leads he gave her were real and true… regardless of where the information had come from. So if he gave her a false lead every once in a while, should that be held against him? How was he supposed to know when the information some times turned out to be bogus?
He’d come by foot, underground most of the way then, keeping to the shadows as soon as he left the concealment of the tunnels. Not Nicky’s apartment no, but a place just as familiar to them both. An abandoned warehouse in which they were used to holding so many of their clandestine meetings. “Someday you’ll agree to a meeting right out in public. Really though, people are beginning to talk. Might want to take our affair public, if only to set straight your reputation as a dyke.”
The words were spoken against her ear. As usual, Daren had snuck up all quiet like. No, he didn’t mind the sharp elbow in his gut, she heel in his shin, or even the gun in his face. He really dug it when she played dirty.