Chapter Two
Voices of the Andrew Sisters singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy blasted from the sound system inside the Blue Witch bar while Homicide Detective Dillon McCain stood in front of a giant vampire with his head tilted and his eyes gazing into his dark eyes. A sigh flowed from his mouth as he said.“No need to get so huffy Mr. Baltec.”
“Huffy? You’re the one who’s bothering me ,” the vampire growled. “I have the right to be huffy, Detective McCain.”
“Knock ‘em on his ass,” a male voice shouted.
“Well, just answer - -”
“No. You get the hell out of my face,” the vampire ordered. “As a matter of fact - -” His fingers curled into a fist as he reared hi arm back and brought it forward slamming his thick knuckles into Dillon’s nose.
“Oh shit,” Dillon muttered. Sharp pain quickly set in. His face throbbed as he felt himself become light headed. Warm air swept over him while his body rose above the crowd. “What the fuck?” His eyes widened as he gazed down at the top of the customer’s heads. He quickly averted his attention from the crowd and glanced up. “Oh no,” he muttered seeing the ceiling getting closer and closer. Now I lay me down to sleep. That one line quickly left his mind as his body tilted head first and began its flight downward.
Not faar below him a man with spiky ebony hair and pale skin materialized. Huh? Oh, never mind. He must be a vampire. His head tilted and their gaze met. The man’s arms stretched out as he’d gotten closer. Vampire or not please let him be my savior.
A grunt bellowed from the man and his body flinched as Dillon landed in his arms. He quickly wrapped his right arm around the rugged looking man’s neck hoping his ass wouldn’t meet the floor. “Whew!’ he sighed. “Good catch.” For some reason he cocked his head as his gazed firmly into the man’s face. He had deep set dark eyes which with help of his pale skin brought out their dark color. A prominent nose above sensuous lips and a square jaw.
Talon glanced around him as the sound of applause filled his ears. Several customers had now focused their attention and the blond in his arms.
“Hi,” Dillon said. “My name is Dillon McCain.”
Talon grinned. He sure is a cute thing. “Nice meeting you Dillon McCain.”
“I wish there was a better way of us meeting, but as you can see - -”
“My name is Talon - -”
"Hi. My name is Dillon and it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Talon replied.
"Hi. My name is Dillon and it's nice to meet you."
"Likewise," Talon replied.
“He smells like a mortal.” An unexpected voice spoke nearby interrupted.
“That’s because I am,” Dillon spoke softly. And leaned his head against Talon's wide chest.
