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didn’t want right now.
     
                  Parked near a gas pump I stepped out to fill the tank, the League paid for all expenses when on a job and I couldn’t help but laugh when I pulled out my Corporate AMEX. I knew the second she woke not because I heard her mind but because her scream damn near shattered the windows.
     
                  And it was me she feared. How did she know who I was?
                 
     
    *

London
     
     
    I knew I was in danger, I knew I was dying and I knew that I couldn’t run fast enough. This place wherever it was, was thick with fog and cold. I could hear him, his voice calling to me and I didn’t want to answer the Dark Angel. So ran faster but not far enough, he was so close and the fog was thicker with each step. "....London....." I could hear him, he was getting closer and I was slowing, my sides aching from the speed I was trying to gain. "Please God save me...." I cried, but it was too late, he took me by the arm, stopping me abruptly, the fog thick around us. Everything stood still including us as he pulled me into his embrace. "I have you London, your safe."
    I wanted to believe this Angel, I wanted to know that I was safe but my system was racked with fear. "....London, I have you...."
     
                  Why did he keep saying my name like it was a plea? I looked up and seen him, my Dark Angel so beautiful. His was skin as pale as the moon and smooth like granite; a dark black mo hawk that looked blue in the moonlight and a swirling mass of tribal jumble inked across the sides of his scalp. Dark thick eyelashes surrounded cobalt eyes and accentuating the deep lines beneath his eyes and the paleness to his cheeks. His eyes, warm and inviting, not like the ones from my nightmare. "....Look at me London...." He whispered against my neck. I let my gaze fall upon him, now distorted his teeth like tiny daggers and his eyes a swirling mass of blood on white.
     
                  "Look at me London." My eyes flipped open and I screamed, scampering back away from him, the Dark Angel in my dream was shaking me. "Oh God are you a screamer?" He asked me annoyed.
     
                  Not like I could talk with his hand over my mouth and his hands on my wrists like manacles. "Let me go." I tried to say but it sounded like a pathetic moan. He laughed and shook his head. "Why is it that humans always try and talk, knowing that your mouth is covered and I won’t understand a word of what you’re saying?"
     
                  I looked at him like he was just as big a fool for asking me a question when I wasn’t capable of answering. "Valid point Princess." He said and laughed again.
     
                  What was he a mind reader? "Yes." He said in response to my own question.
     
                  Mind readers, monsters and my freaky ass dreams, what next are zombies gonna attack me? "No zombies don’t exist; they are one on a very short list of wives tales. As for me yes I hear your thoughts and your freaky ass dreams and those two guys earlier were not monsters, they were Vampires." He put up his hand the minute he caught my next thought. "Yes, I’m serious and I am one also, but unlike the two from earlier I have no desire to kill you, unless you give me a reason, do you understand what I am saying?"
     
                  Of course I understood, I’m as crazy as this guy,..er you and yeah I get it, big bad Vamp will kill me if I piss you off right? I figured it was easier to just let my thoughts direct them to him and save on the filtering right?
     
                  He laughed again before removing his hand from my mouth. "Your pretty funny for the situation you’re in, I have to hand it to ya, you do great under pressure."
     
                  I flexed my jaw when he finally released me, taking the opportunity to look around. "Where am