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their thoughts is a bad habit of mine. I‘ll be more careful in the future.‖

    Especially when I am around you , I noted to myself.
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    ―Aloysius,‖ David said, his face breaking with agony. He turned to me, as if just now remembering. His hand grabbed my arm. ―Vampire…where is he? We have to save him.‖

    Bad memories for both he and I. Again, that funny feeling slid through me, of uncertainty. Of the sensation that maybe David wasn‘t the bad guy after all. That I‘d just spent a hundred and twenty years loathing a man that didn‘t deserve it.
    I didn‘t like that sensation. ―He‘s beyond saving,‖ I said sharply. ―Look to yourself for now, David. Forget about him.‖
    And just because I had a mean streak, I moved forward to Noah‘s car and kicked the tire. The alarm went off, wailing and beeping, the horn blaring, lights flashing.

    David staggered in shock, fumbling backward.

    Noah scowled.
    Damn. That had felt good.

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Chapter Two
    It was some time before we got out of the parking lot. David had to be told what the car was and how it functioned before he‘d get into it. Before we left the parking lot, we had to stop and turn the child safety locks on the back doors, since David‘s initial trepidation gave way to curiosity, and he began to tinker with everything not nailed down. When he moved the window up and down with the automatic button, the smile that lit his face stirred old memories for me. I remembered liking that insatiable curiosity about him – how it made him different from the other bored, jaded gentlemen I‘d known.

    I ended up sitting in the back seat with David. I told myself that it was to keep him from harming himself – or us – as Noah drove, but I wasn‘t so sure that I believed that myself. Just being near him again was intoxicating, and I hated myself for being so drawn to him and his boyish charm. It was the Itch, I told myself, feeling it throb through my body with need. Nothing more than the Itch.

    Even so, I drank in his changing expressions like some sort of lovesick fool. When his blue eyes flicked back and forth watching the traffic, I watched him. When his face lit up with wonder as we passed an electronic billboard, I felt my heart soar as well. When we passed a homeless man on a street-corner, I could almost feel David‘s sorrow. He said nothing as we drove, simply absorbing it all. Noah got off the highway when we hit downtown, where the traffic congested to a stop, and people milled on the sidewalks. I could sense his unease at the incredibly tall buildings, seen through unfamiliar eyes. His shoulders would tense as we passed a 26

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    speeding bus, or as people fearlessly walked in front of the car. Part of me longed to comfort him, to put him at ease, but I clenched my hands tight in my lap.
    Why couldn‘t I remember that I hated David? The Itch was going to make a fool out of all my convictions, changing my anger and loathing to desire and need.

    Soon, I was going to need David very badly.

    We drove into the parking garage of Noah‘s building and piled out of the car – well, at least Noah and I did. David couldn‘t figure out how to unlock his seat-belt. After watching him struggle for a moment, I slid my hands over his lap and unclicked the buckle.

    His eyes met mine, startled, and I could have sworn that they turned even bluer in that moment, signaling desire.

    Lust shot through me, making my panties wet and my thighs clench in response. No , I told myself, backing out of the car and stumbling away a few feet. This was wrong. I didn‘t want David.

    David was my master. The enemy, just like Aloysius. I‘d see that more clearly once the Itch was sated.

    ―It‘s very odd to be strapped into the coach,‖ David said behind me as he exited the car.
    ―I gather we were moving very fast indeed.‖

    ―Very fast,‖ I said dryly, warming to a topic that I could discuss