dress pants and a light blue dress shirt and fancy wingtip shoes.
I noticed as Aiden bent down to the guy that he had taken the man’s gun from him, it was holstered in the back waistband of his PJ pants. He slapped the guy on the face hard a few times to wake him up. Once the man had opened his eyes, Aiden started talking to him, demanding to know why he had broken into my house.
Whatever his agenda was, he wasn’t easy to break. I didn’t like violence, but I felt it was deserved in this case. I watched as Aiden kept slapping his face or punching him in his stomach. When that didn’t work he began to kick him in his privates. That finally got him to loosen his tongue.
“ STOP! ” he screamed in agony. I wondered if any of my neighbors might hear this, though it was unlikely since most of the lots were a good distance away from the next door neighbor. If they hadn’t called the cops after hearing a gunshot I guessed they wouldn’t hear this.
Aiden was holding him up by his hair in a sitting position. “Tell me why you broke into this ladies home!” he yelled at him. I would not want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. As he said it he pointed over towards me and glanced at me. I noticed his green eyes were literally glowing. Not like on fire glowing, but definitely glowing, a pale green. I also noticed his canine teeth were out, just like the movies in true vampire style. Wow. Scary stuff.
“Look man, I don’t know who sent me, it was all done online or via phone. I was paid to come here and find a book. I don’t know what it’s for, all I know is I was paid and that’s all I care about,” the fat man said. He was sweating bullets now and his body odor was enough to make me gag.
A book? I wondered what kind of book would be in this house that would interest anyone. Aiden had read my mind, and asked the same question.
The fat man answered, “All I know is it is really old, with a black leather bound cover with some weird symbols on the cover. I was told to handle it carefully and put it in an airtight bag once I found it and not to open it. It’s some kind of antique.”
Aiden glanced over at me again with his glowing eyes. “If you please, milady I will remove this stinking bag of lard from your house?” I nodded at him. I wanted the fat guy out ASAP. “You might want to go into the other room for this…” he added.
I walked back into my bedroom and heard Aiden talking in some other language to the man. This went on for about three or four minutes, then I heard him escorting the man down the stairs and out the front door. He was gone for about fifteen minutes before he came back. I was sitting on the bed wrapped in one of my comforters crying like a helpless fool.
His arm was still bleeding, pretty badly. He walked over to me and rubbed his clean hand on top of my head. I sniffed loudly, wiped my tears away and stood up.
“You’re still bleeding badly, let's get this taken care of,” I said. He smiled at me but didn’t argue. We walked into the bathroom and I asked him to unwrap the towel from his shoulder. I couldn’t get a good look at the wound with his shirt on so I asked him to take it off. Yeah, just as expected, his arms and abs were perfectly sculpted too.
“You have some tweezers?” he asked me.
“Sure,” I said as I reached into my everything drawer as I liked to call it, the drawer where odds and ends I didn’t know where to put went in my bathroom. I handed him the tweezers and I started searching for some alcohol to disinfect the tweezers with and first-aid supplies.
He looked at me again, and smiled. His eyes were still glowing green, and I could see them better now that we were up close and personal and in the light of the bathroom. They looked like a dogs eyes do at night when light hits them almost. Eerie, yet beautiful at the same time. His fangs had retracted though, not that I feared he would hurt me, but I was glad about that.
“If you’re squeamish
I noticed as Aiden bent down to the guy that he had taken the man’s gun from him, it was holstered in the back waistband of his PJ pants. He slapped the guy on the face hard a few times to wake him up. Once the man had opened his eyes, Aiden started talking to him, demanding to know why he had broken into my house.
Whatever his agenda was, he wasn’t easy to break. I didn’t like violence, but I felt it was deserved in this case. I watched as Aiden kept slapping his face or punching him in his stomach. When that didn’t work he began to kick him in his privates. That finally got him to loosen his tongue.
“ STOP! ” he screamed in agony. I wondered if any of my neighbors might hear this, though it was unlikely since most of the lots were a good distance away from the next door neighbor. If they hadn’t called the cops after hearing a gunshot I guessed they wouldn’t hear this.
Aiden was holding him up by his hair in a sitting position. “Tell me why you broke into this ladies home!” he yelled at him. I would not want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. As he said it he pointed over towards me and glanced at me. I noticed his green eyes were literally glowing. Not like on fire glowing, but definitely glowing, a pale green. I also noticed his canine teeth were out, just like the movies in true vampire style. Wow. Scary stuff.
“Look man, I don’t know who sent me, it was all done online or via phone. I was paid to come here and find a book. I don’t know what it’s for, all I know is I was paid and that’s all I care about,” the fat man said. He was sweating bullets now and his body odor was enough to make me gag.
A book? I wondered what kind of book would be in this house that would interest anyone. Aiden had read my mind, and asked the same question.
The fat man answered, “All I know is it is really old, with a black leather bound cover with some weird symbols on the cover. I was told to handle it carefully and put it in an airtight bag once I found it and not to open it. It’s some kind of antique.”
Aiden glanced over at me again with his glowing eyes. “If you please, milady I will remove this stinking bag of lard from your house?” I nodded at him. I wanted the fat guy out ASAP. “You might want to go into the other room for this…” he added.
I walked back into my bedroom and heard Aiden talking in some other language to the man. This went on for about three or four minutes, then I heard him escorting the man down the stairs and out the front door. He was gone for about fifteen minutes before he came back. I was sitting on the bed wrapped in one of my comforters crying like a helpless fool.
His arm was still bleeding, pretty badly. He walked over to me and rubbed his clean hand on top of my head. I sniffed loudly, wiped my tears away and stood up.
“You’re still bleeding badly, let's get this taken care of,” I said. He smiled at me but didn’t argue. We walked into the bathroom and I asked him to unwrap the towel from his shoulder. I couldn’t get a good look at the wound with his shirt on so I asked him to take it off. Yeah, just as expected, his arms and abs were perfectly sculpted too.
“You have some tweezers?” he asked me.
“Sure,” I said as I reached into my everything drawer as I liked to call it, the drawer where odds and ends I didn’t know where to put went in my bathroom. I handed him the tweezers and I started searching for some alcohol to disinfect the tweezers with and first-aid supplies.
He looked at me again, and smiled. His eyes were still glowing green, and I could see them better now that we were up close and personal and in the light of the bathroom. They looked like a dogs eyes do at night when light hits them almost. Eerie, yet beautiful at the same time. His fangs had retracted though, not that I feared he would hurt me, but I was glad about that.
“If you’re squeamish
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