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apology, but
underneath it her aura gleamed with devotion.
    Dammit .  He had fucked her raw, and she slobbered her
love all over him.  It’s like she wanted him to hurt her.
    He would have to be more careful next time.  He had reveled
in giving Michelle all his passion, but he hated seeing her in pain.  Though he
might have been rough with her, he wasn’t a sadist.
    Urvashi stepped out behind Michelle, trench coat cinched
tight at the waist with a tie.  A second taxi pulled up behind them and out
stepped the two wet dogs, Ivan and Katya.  Aaron wondered if they might shake
their overcoats like a dog flinging the water off its fur.
    He sighed in acceptance of their strange alliance and nodded
to them.  “Thank you for joining us.  Your help is much appreciated.”
    Ivan grunted to Aaron and company by way of reply.  Silent
and brooding, Katya glared at Aaron with barely contained malice.  Her guarded
stance conveyed a very unwilling participant.  Aaron stared right back,
allowing the full impact of his gaze to penetrate her cold hate.
    Her eyes assessed him, and then it happened, something
changed.  She began to thaw.  Aaron had the insane urge to grab hold of her and
tell her how much he was tired of the strife and pain and death, how he wanted
to live a simple life with Michelle and Urvashi, how he’d rather walk away from
this ridiculous manhunt.
    She snapped out of his spell abruptly.  “Stop staring at
me!  Keep your damn eyes away!  I know what you do to women.  They look at you
and spread their legs.  You take and take until there’s nothing left to give. 
You thrive by taking life that is not your own.  I know what you are, iobanie strigoi .”
    Guilty as charged.
    With raised eyebrows he gave her a lopsided grin.  “Feel
better now?”  The woman nursed her hate, held onto it desperately.  Must take a
lot of energy to harbor that kind of hate and keep it smoldering.
    Especially on this frozen bitch of an island.
    She opened her mouth for another sharp jab, but Ivan put a
hand on her shoulder and shook his head slightly.  She swallowed whatever bitter
retort hovered on the tip of her tongue and averted her eyes.
    Silently, they all slogged through the darkness, cold and
slush towards the flashing neon words The Rocking Horse, one of several Soho
strip clubs.
    Aaron whispered low to Michelle.  “That woman would gut us
like fish.  She hates you, and who can blame her.  But I can’t figure out why
she hates me.”
    Michelle leaned into Aaron and purred in his ear.  “Is like
cats and dogs.  Ennemis
naturels .”
    Urvashi wrapped her arm around Aaron’s and added her piece,
speaking directly into his mind.  {{Too many apex predators together in the
same territory.  Cats and dogs indeed.  And vampires are the worst.  They can
rarely stand any of their own kind, let alone the wolves.}}
    She caught his interest with that line.  “Are there many of
us around?”
    {{A few.  Soon to be one less when we find Jamison.}}
    He caught Michelle’s squint of irritation as she watched his
one-sided conversation.  He wished Urvashi wouldn’t play this game in front of
Michelle.  It was rude to keep Michelle out of the loop.
    Thumping rhythms of bass music hit his ears as Aaron opened
the door to a black light enhanced world of sexual fantasy.  Topless girls with
breasts painted in swirling fluorescents weaved through the tables, serving
drinks and mesmerizing all with their glowing nipples.  Their painted flesh swayed
in time to the loud music.
    Curious stares followed Aaron and their odd gang as they
made their way to a corner booth.  The overlapping thoughts directed at them
crowded his senses.  “ Jaysus, Mary and Joseph, I’d give half a paycheck to
fuck all three ‘o them Totties at one time – What’s a stunner like that blonde
doing with that skinny git? – Love the hips on the darky, I’d bugger that ass
all night long.”  Aaron instantly realized how strange they