have illicit activities happening on the premises. Elle even offered a bonus to any person manning the door that caught someone with a fake ID, not that they'd dealt with too many of those. Finally she got all the paperwork done and put into a ready FedEx envelope, finding something comforting about the familiar colors as she sealed it. She stood up and stretched, feeling a phantom pain in her back – she couldn't get cramped up or sore of course, but her body remembered what a long session of sitting at a desk could bring from her days as a high school student and she felt it anyway. She slipped on a light sweater to keep up appearances, that was a lesson Isaac had taught her early, to blend. Nothing stood out more than someone inappropriately dressed, a witness would remember a girl dressed in cut offs and a t-shirt in the middle of winter right away but put that girl in jeans and a puffy parka coat? Not so much. Grabbing her purse and keys she headed out, just down the block from her was a drop box and she wanted to make sure she got this on its way, just in case.
Elle walked with her head down, thoughts drifting to her encounter a few days ago with Detective...no, David Harding. She was already craving him again, not just his blood and his cock but actually being around him. Listening to him talk, the way his sharp eyes took in every little detail around him, and how he just seemed to understand what she was saying between the lines perfectly, it was a heady combination. Even though it wasn't just the sex and blood that drew her, she couldn't deny he was delicious and he sure knew how to work what he had, and he had a good lot of it to work. Elle had learned over the years that a lot of men with a big cock figured that's all they'd need to satisfy a woman in bed, or worse would expect the woman to do all the work. How sad would it be, she wondered, to have that big a package and have no clue how to use it? But that was definitely not a problem that David had, no sir. He had a playful side too, he'd sent her a little vase of flowers that sat on her kitchen table and brightened up the whole room, and it had come with a little note where he'd called her his little sunshine. That had made her laugh, that someone would link a vampire and sunshine, though of course he had no way to know that. Right?
It was still enough to make her smile, and she'd left him a voicemail inviting him to a late dinner for tomorrow night. Elle liked that, liked having that idea that she got to go on a date, something that was just normal . It certainly didn't hurt that even thinking about him got her hot and bothered; all in all he made a pleasant and welcome distraction to everything else she had to deal with. Dropping the envelope into the box she finally looked up, and a shiver went over her. Someone was watching her, or rather something. She wasn't sure what, but she didn't like the feeling of malevolence that was projecting her way. Elle quickened her steps on the way back to her house, even though she knew she was pretty much a match for anything that might have the nerve or balls to attack her. But this just didn't feel right, whatever it might be it was definitely no run of the mill threat.
For some reason, it made her think of a moment in her past where she'd felt uneasy and over her head. The night she'd run into Isaac had started off fairly innocently, she'd gone into the city with a group of friends to shop at the mall and catch a movie. She'd been tired from work but had agreed anyway, thinking that she wouldn't have too many more outings with her school friends before they went off to college and she wanted to enjoy it while she could. Elle could remember falling asleep during the movie, and upon waking up at the ending credits her friends had wanted to go to a dance club. That, Elle had begged off of and offered to take a bus home so one