Dirty Devil

Stun

Aidens POV.

I watched him dazed and confused. His eyes slowly closed as he sniffed my hair. I wanted to be concerned. I wanted to question why I was here, and not at the merch booth with Mara. But I felt comfortable. I felt like I belonged here, like I was protected. I watched his face as his eyes slowly opened, showing completely black eyes. I suddenly went rigid. I knew what this was. I knew he would find out about Mara.

Suddenly I was back at the merch table. I moved my widened eyes off the table in front of us, the boys were still smiling and Mara was still chewing on her sleeve. As if the last 2 minutes never happened.

"U-uhm" I stumbled over my words looking around at the boys once again. "We need two shirts signed I do believe." I tried to straighten myself so I didn't look to suspicious.

"And which shirts would you gals like?" Michael said as he kept his smile directed toward Mara.
"T-the black one" She let the words all out of her mouth as she lifted her eyes off her shoes and into Michaels eyes.

"Two of the black mediums then." I slapped my smile back on my face and tilted my head at Michael. As the boys took turns signing each of the shirts, I took a almost defensive poster next to Mara and kept my eyes on Luke. As Michael handed the shirts to Calum, he whispered something in his ear. Calum chuckled as he looked down at the shirts.

"Here ya go" He handed us both our shirts.

"Thank you" I directed the thanks toward Luke who looked up from the table. As he smirked, he winked softly, only to once again expose his pitch black eyes. I quickly adverted my eyes and nudged Mara toward the exit of the room.

As we walked up to the black escalade, I tossed my new shirt over my shoulder and dug my keys outta my pocket. After unlocking the doors I climbed up into the driver seat and threw the shirt into the backseat. Mara flopped back in the seat and started to study her new shirt.

♫I can be your WHORE!♫

I groaned as I answered the phone

"Hey Rav, what's up?" I asked as I started the car.

"Are we still down for lunch?" Raven nearly shouted over the noise in the background.

"Yeah I just got in the car. Why is the bar so busy? Its only 4." I asked as I sat back glancing over at Mara who was still looking over the shirt.

"There is some biker fundraiser go-" Raven was cut off by a high-pitched squeal from the passenger seat. I jumped and snapped my head around to look at Mara.

"Mara! What the fuck!?" I asked starring at her wide-eyed.

"H-he asked us to come to their acoustic set this Friday!" She practically screamed beaming down at the shirt.

"He who? Their, who?" I asked raising my eyebrow, hushing Raven as she asked what was going on.

"Michael! And to those boys' acoustic set in Dayton! It says right here 'I, Michael G Clifford, not-so-officially invite you and your lady friend to our Acoustic set in Dayton, OR. Friday at noon in the Dayton City Hall. I would really love to see your pretty little face again ;)'" I snatched the shirt out of her hand. Sure enough, right there on the back of the tank top is bold silver sharpie.

"I don't think it's a good idea." I said, softly gulping. If they didn't notice there, they are bound to sniff out the half-breed in my passenger seat then.

"What!? Why not!" Her hand flew to her chest, obviously offended.

"It sounds too much like a booty call." I couldn't tell her that the man of her dreams was a blood lusting demon who would love to get his hands on her. "For all you know, he just wants to hit it and quit it."