25
"Did you hear me, ma petite? I could kill your Richard." He pulled the screen back into place. The coffin and its terrible contents gone just like that.
"You don't want to do that."
"Oh, but I do, ma petite. I would love to tear out his heart and watch him die." He walked past me. The black shirt fanned around him, exposing his stomach as he moved.
"I told you, I'm not sure I'm going to marry him. I'm not even sure I'm going to be dating him anymore. Isn't that enough?"
"No, ma petite. You love him. I can smell his scent on your skin. You have kissed him tonight. With all your doubts, you have held him close."
"Hurt him and I'll kill you, simple as that." My voice was very matter-of-fact.
"You would try to kill me, but I am not so easily killed." He sat down on the couch again, shirt spreading out around him, leaving most of his upper body exposed. The cross-shaped burn scar was a shiny imperfection on his flawless skin.
I stayed standing. He hadn't offered me a seat anyway. "Maybe we'd kill each other. It's your choice of music, Jean-Claude, but once we start this dance, it doesn't stop until one of us is dead."
"I am not allowed to harm Richard. Is he allowed to harm me?"
Good question. "I don't think it'll come up."
"You have dated him for months, and I have said little. Before you marry him, I want equal time."
I looked at him. "What do you mean, 'equal time'?"
"Date me, Anita, give me a chance to woo you."
"Woo me?"
"Yes," he said.
I just stared at him. I didn't know what to say. "I've been trying to avoid you for months. I'm not just going to give in now."
"Then I will start the music, and we will dance. Even if I die, and you die. Richard will die first, that I can promise you. Surely dating me is not a fate worse than that."
He had a point, and yet... "I don't give in to threats."
"Then I appeal to your sense of fair play, ma petite. You have allowed Richard to win your heart. If you had dated me first, would it be my heart you hold so dear? If you had not fought our mutual attraction, would you even have given Richard a second glance?"
I couldn't say yes, and be honest. I wasn't sure. I had refused Jean-Claude because he wasn't human. He was a monster and I didn't date monsters. But last night I'd had a glimpse of what Richard might be. I'd felt a power that rivaled Jean-Claude's creep along my skin. It was getting harder to tell the humans from the monsters. I was even beginning to wonder about myself. There are more roads to monsterdom than most people realize.
"I don't believe in casual sex. I haven't slept with Richard, either."
"I am not blackmailing you into sex, ma petite. I am trying to get equal time."
"If I agree, then what?"
"Why, I pick you up on Friday night."
"Like a date-date?"
He nodded. "We might even discover how you are meeting my eyes with impunity."
"Let's just stick to as normal a date as we can."
"As you like."
I stared at him. He looked at me. He would pick me up on Friday. We had a date. I wondered how Richard would feel about that.
"I can't date both of you indefinitely."
"Allow me a few months, as you have given Richard. If I cannot win you from him, then I will retire from the field."
"You'll leave me alone and you won't harm Richard?"
He nodded.
"You give me your word?"
"My word of honor."
I took it. It was the best offer I was going to get. I wasn't sure how much his word of honor was worth, but it gave us time. Time to work something else out. I didn't know what else, but there had to be something. Something besides dating the freaking Master of the City.