Soul Master

21. Amèlie

What I thought would have been a long and awkward day with Blitzen following along silently behind me, actually turned out to be quite pleasant. As I rummaged through clothing rails and bargain bins, Blitzen, true to his word remained quietly behind me, his long black hair would occasionally warrant a hair flip from him, drawing even more attention to him from the women around us. He was a magnet, a magnet that both attracted and repelled women within his vicinity. Most of the time he chose to ignore their curious stares, but there were occasions when I had caught him killing the lucky few with a little to much interest to be considered friendly. The very idea of him being with another woman unnerved me. Not because I was jealous, but because I knew he was not of this world, and I didn't know how that would affect them.

At one point he had been exchanging lustrous eyes with a woman when I turned my attention to him, he slowly tore his gaze from hers to give me his attention with casual interest. The woman looking both thankful and annoyed at the break of his stare rushed off, red faced and wide eyed.

'What is it you do?' I asked him as we left a shop with a fifth bag of clothes.

His silence hovered in the air as he took the bag from me.

'I mean, when you stare at girls like that. They look trapped and enlightened all at once.' I frowned. 'So what is it you do?'

'I don't feel like answering.' He commented. 'However,' he stepped before me blocking my path, 'if you want the experience first hand I will gladly comply.'

I sneered at him, my facial expressions at war with my body as my face flushed. 'I would rather eat a rat.'

'I can arrange that.' He grinned, as I pushed past him.

'Are you hungry?' I glanced over at him, seeing his stare on me in a way I guess would have been similar to the women that he had been eyeballing, a look of wild desire.

'If I am?' He challenged.

The question seemed loaded. 'Well, I was asking out of courteousness,' I replied carefully. 'I plan on stopping for food regardless, but if you want to eat it is better we go somewhere we both can enjoy.'

'There is no shop that will serve what I hunger for.' He said darkly, 'besides, didn't your mother explain to you that asking spirits if they are hungry is rude?' He brushed past me. 'Follow.' He ordered.

I rushed after him, letting him lead us to a small diner, Posters of fresh jam doughnuts on the window and decorated cakes on display, as a customer pulled open the door to leave, the smell of freshly cooked food wafted our way. 'What do you mean it's rude?'

'Have you ever seen Penteluck eat?' He queried.

'Of course.' I admitted. 'All the time, he was wanted for being a Chinese food dealer in the Spirit Realm, remember.'

'Ah yes, the posturing.' Blitzen said, unamused. 'Spirits eat food for pleasure, not out of need. We can neither taste it or fully enjoy it, but those who were once human, get a vague memory of what it had tasted like.' His eyes locked on me as I stared in the window at a yummy looking cream filled cake. 'We shall eat here.' He finalised, pushing the door open for me to enter. 'Sit over there.' He demanded, pointing to a table for two. 'I will buy.'

'Are you sure?' I asked, already Zayne's card was in my hand.

He furrowed his brow, his eyes darkened. I took the hint and went to the table, taking my coat off and resting it over the chair I sat down with a sigh. I had forgotten to tell him what I wanted, I stood quickly, the chair sliding back, his attention snapped to me, our eyes locking, unspoken words passed between us, though I never thought them. I never heard his reply to them. I sat down as though hypnotised, knowing he knew my order without me even confirming.