Dancing with a ghost

Chapitre 4

In the dark of the night, the only sound that could be heard was the incessant howling of an owl perched in a tree. In the town all the lights in the houses turned off one after the other. As the city slowly faded away, a bar was still open giving off a spirit more alive than ever. Inside, the atmosphere was warm. 

Some couples were dancing, smiling to their partner, the eyes full of love. The single men prefered staying on their stools and drink. They were wondering why their last relations did not work. 

A man around forty years was watching his glass while shaking it slowly. The liquid could have been compared to the swaying sea. It was vodka, as usual. In fact, every nights he went to this bar, and asked for the same alcohol. It kept him warm, as he said everytime.

Well, It would have been better for him to stay at home tonight. 

The bell on the door rang, announcing the arrival of a new person. A woman. A beautiful woman. She had long and curly red hair, and almond-shaped eyes which had the color of an hazel.

She was wearing a white shirt and a black skirt plus a long black coat over it. She embodied elegance. Her eyes looked at all the men who were sitting on the tools and stoped on one in particular. He was the one. 

The young woman came closer to him and sat next to him. 

"Hi." She said confidently. 

The man did not answer, he was still watching his glass.

"A vodka for me." The woman ordered to the barman.

The man finally looked at her with an air of interest. Her beauty surprised him for a short time.

"Is it an attempt to flirt with me ?" He enquired with a smile. "I mean, you ask for the same alcohol in order to catch my attention. If it is your goal then let me say that you succeed."

She smiled.

"Well, it is really easy for a woman to catch a men's attention."

The barman put the glass on the counter.

"Unfortunetely this fact doesn't work in the other sense, women aren't easily impressed." He declared while she brought the glass to her crimson lips.

"Indeed."

After this simple word she left the bar. 

"Hey miss you forgot to pay !" The barman exclaimed.

"Let... I'll will pay for her."

The man ended his glass, put bills on the counter and went out, as the stranger did few seconds sooner. He followed her in the street, even if the darkness was surrounding them. He could hear the sound of her heels but he almost had to run, she was walking really fast.

"Hey wait !"

She finally stopped to walk, and he did the same. Did she decide to listen him ?

The man finally heard steps behind him. Abnormally fast steps. He wanted to turn around but the person behind him had been quicker, and hit him on the head.

The poor man fell on the floor, his belly touching the humidity of the pavement. He puts a hand on his head to discover blood on it. He finally succeed to turn on his back, able now, to confront the person who had attacked him. He was holding a metal bar in his hands.

"Miss Evers you surely have a talent. Every men fall in your trap." The man smirked.

"Thank you mr March." The pretty woman had joined him.

The poor man understood. He should not have talked to her.

"Help me ! Hel..."

He did not have the time to end his word that a blow made him fall in a deep sleep.

James had kicked him on face. The poor man would certainly have bruises on it.

"I hope that my pretty boots are not stained by his blood."

"I thought you love blood, don't you ?"

She was teasing him while helping him to hide the inert body in the in the trunk of the car.

"I do really love it but you know, I don't want to waste my clothe in which I spent a lot of money. That's why I wear an apron during my crimes." He moistured his lips with his tongue. "I am a butcher certainly, but a chic butcher."

They finally closed the trunk and went in the car.

"Mr March may I ask you something ?"

"Isn't that what you are doing ?"

She smiled.

"I am serious, I need to ask you something."

He plunged his deep dark eyes in her's.

"Yes, tell me miss Evers, what's the problem ?" He enquired.

She could not keep her eye contact anymore, his glance was too 
intimidating.

"Why didn't you kill the human in the hotel ?"

James kept silence. He were not even sure of the answer himself.

"Don't worry, it's just a matter of time." He declared, his voice expressing the darkness.

"But if you start to have feelings for her ?"

James caught her chin.

"Listen to me. Feelings are for the weaks. I am not weak. This poor girl is insignificant, and the day I will decide to kill her she will regret her own existence. I will break her."

He was squeezing miss Evers's chin. She was pretty sure his brain was full of machiavellian thoughts, she loved his madness.

"But you love Eliza..."

"Shut up !" He ordered. "Don't even end this sentence."

His hand was now on her lips. 

"Elizabeth is my wife. Lacy is and will still be nothing."

He removed his hand.

"Then prove it to me." She said. "Kill that girl."