to see if he was following me and
began heading in the direction of the museum. While I was waiting
for the crosswalk, Levie caught up to me and stood there glaring at
anyone and everything that passed by.
“Did
I invite you to kiss me?” He asked, and I looked at him
sideways.
“Well,
no, I suppose you didn't. It was more of a joke than anything else.
I'm sorry if it bothered you so much, but you seem to be doing
everything in your power to bother me.” He didn't answer, and
I figured that was the end of the conversation.
Levie and
I crossed the street and turned right, walking past a shopping center
filled to capacity with early afternoon shoppers. A group of fairies
was flying around in circles, giggling and dropping cherry blossom
flowers. The trees themselves were in full bloom, so I'm sure that
most people assumed the flowers were falling from the trees. But
still , I chastised myself, don't pay attention to them or they
can and will do a lot worse. Levie looked up at the fairies and
for a second, I was shocked that he could see them. Then I
remembered: demon. Of course he could see them.
“I
hate this,” I said to him. He wasn't exactly the kind of
person that begged you to spell out your life story for them, but he
could see what no one else, as far as anyone I'd ever met, could see.
It made me feel connected to him, if only for a brief moment. “No
one else sees these things. It's kind of disconcerting, you know?
In fact, now that I think about it, I bet that's why you guys didn't
get any other responses to your ad.” Levie looked at me for a
second but didn't say anything. “It's sort of cool, in a way,
but when you can't even talk to anyone about it without being sent to
a shrink, it kind of diminishes the fun.”
A vampire
was leaning against the telephone pole directly in front of us,
smoking a cigarette. His eyes widened when he saw Levie, but he
didn't try and stop us as we went by. People could see him, too, I
knew, but they wouldn't know what he was. Not until he bit them
anyway. I didn't know why some supernaturals could be seen in an
altered form and some couldn't be seen at all, it didn't make any
sense, but I guess magic doesn't have to. That's what makes it
magic, isn't it?
I sighed
and ran a hand through my hair. “Maybe I am crazy,” I
mused. “Maybe you're just some other crazy person that I met
over the Internet, and we hooked up, and I hallucinated all of that
wish crap.” Levie turned to me, lip curled in disgust
“Are
you suggesting that I am merely a mentally insane human being? The
idea that you would even consider that offends me greatly.”
Levie shook his head as if trying to clear it of that very disturbing
thought. “And I would never 'hook up' with you. Perhaps that
thought sickens me even more.” I wanted to be offended, I
really did, but I just laughed instead.
“Oh
come on, you know you want me.” I ran my hands over my breasts
then leaned up on my tippy-toes and gave him a big wet kiss on his
right cheek. “You stupid asshole.” I savored the look
of shock on his face for a moment before I mounted the steps to the
museum and took them as fast as I could, trying to stay ahead of
Levie.
When I got
to the double glass doors in the front, I yanked them open quickly
and scurried to the ticket booth. I grabbed a visitor's pass and
checked behind me. Levie was strolling slowly, in no apparent hurry
to follow me. I felt a flush pass across my face. Was I just
flirting with him? What the hell is wrong with me? I
shook my head and followed the signs to the exhibit, all the while
keeping my eyes peeled for Queen Bee. Truthfully, there was a moment
there where I had almost forgotten about him. That did not bode
well. I do no have a crush on that thing. It couldn't be
ruder or meaner or more spiteful. I do not live in the 1900's. Men
should have manners. I stomped my foot triumphantly, eliciting
stares,
began heading in the direction of the museum. While I was waiting
for the crosswalk, Levie caught up to me and stood there glaring at
anyone and everything that passed by.
“Did
I invite you to kiss me?” He asked, and I looked at him
sideways.
“Well,
no, I suppose you didn't. It was more of a joke than anything else.
I'm sorry if it bothered you so much, but you seem to be doing
everything in your power to bother me.” He didn't answer, and
I figured that was the end of the conversation.
Levie and
I crossed the street and turned right, walking past a shopping center
filled to capacity with early afternoon shoppers. A group of fairies
was flying around in circles, giggling and dropping cherry blossom
flowers. The trees themselves were in full bloom, so I'm sure that
most people assumed the flowers were falling from the trees. But
still , I chastised myself, don't pay attention to them or they
can and will do a lot worse. Levie looked up at the fairies and
for a second, I was shocked that he could see them. Then I
remembered: demon. Of course he could see them.
“I
hate this,” I said to him. He wasn't exactly the kind of
person that begged you to spell out your life story for them, but he
could see what no one else, as far as anyone I'd ever met, could see.
It made me feel connected to him, if only for a brief moment. “No
one else sees these things. It's kind of disconcerting, you know?
In fact, now that I think about it, I bet that's why you guys didn't
get any other responses to your ad.” Levie looked at me for a
second but didn't say anything. “It's sort of cool, in a way,
but when you can't even talk to anyone about it without being sent to
a shrink, it kind of diminishes the fun.”
A vampire
was leaning against the telephone pole directly in front of us,
smoking a cigarette. His eyes widened when he saw Levie, but he
didn't try and stop us as we went by. People could see him, too, I
knew, but they wouldn't know what he was. Not until he bit them
anyway. I didn't know why some supernaturals could be seen in an
altered form and some couldn't be seen at all, it didn't make any
sense, but I guess magic doesn't have to. That's what makes it
magic, isn't it?
I sighed
and ran a hand through my hair. “Maybe I am crazy,” I
mused. “Maybe you're just some other crazy person that I met
over the Internet, and we hooked up, and I hallucinated all of that
wish crap.” Levie turned to me, lip curled in disgust
“Are
you suggesting that I am merely a mentally insane human being? The
idea that you would even consider that offends me greatly.”
Levie shook his head as if trying to clear it of that very disturbing
thought. “And I would never 'hook up' with you. Perhaps that
thought sickens me even more.” I wanted to be offended, I
really did, but I just laughed instead.
“Oh
come on, you know you want me.” I ran my hands over my breasts
then leaned up on my tippy-toes and gave him a big wet kiss on his
right cheek. “You stupid asshole.” I savored the look
of shock on his face for a moment before I mounted the steps to the
museum and took them as fast as I could, trying to stay ahead of
Levie.
When I got
to the double glass doors in the front, I yanked them open quickly
and scurried to the ticket booth. I grabbed a visitor's pass and
checked behind me. Levie was strolling slowly, in no apparent hurry
to follow me. I felt a flush pass across my face. Was I just
flirting with him? What the hell is wrong with me? I
shook my head and followed the signs to the exhibit, all the while
keeping my eyes peeled for Queen Bee. Truthfully, there was a moment
there where I had almost forgotten about him. That did not bode
well. I do no have a crush on that thing. It couldn't be
ruder or meaner or more spiteful. I do not live in the 1900's. Men
should have manners. I stomped my foot triumphantly, eliciting
stares,
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