he was just there. there was never really anything special about him. he just happened to be the guy who was in the wrong place at the right time. I knew from looking at them that they were the perfect target for me. and I was going to take them no matter what.
he was blond. but he wasn't a blond like me. his hair was so pale. for a moment I thought it was covered in snow like I was, and that he was warming up. but he did not look cold at all. in fact, he was smiling contently as he sipped his tea. maybe that's why I was drawn to him...
I love tea. the blend of flavours and the aroma of the leaves as water pours over them... it's like magic.
I sat near him and ordered a nice pint. I do not drink often but I felt the need to use it to calm my nerves. I watched him. the tan coat and pale coloured scarf that seemed to match the colour of cream. the whole time he sat there and watched the snow that fell over the city with this preoccupied expression. he seemed content, but also like he wasn't there. I wonder what he was thinking about... was it his home? a family? a lover?
an hour passed as I watched him. he would smile and pull a notebook from his coat, letting his swirling writing fill the pages of the book. he sipped his tea and a sad look crossed his face. I knew that look. knew the look that caused his smile to slip. cold tea is tasteless. maybe I should have signalled to the waitress to get him a new cup. maybe I should have got it myself. but I didn't. I merely followed him out the door and towards his car. I tapped his shoulder gently.
"pardon me, my good sir," I started, letting my British accent wrap around his ears soothingly.
he turned, his amethyst eyes looking down at me. I looked at them, feeling myself being pulled in. damn... his lips are moving. is he speaking? why can't I hear him? come on Arthur, focus damn it. useless piece of shit.
"sir?" oh, a Russian. how nice.
I straightened my tie and cleared my throat. "sorry. I spaced out for a moment. I wanted to ask you a question."
he gestured for me to continue and I smiled gently at him. "is there a mirror in your pocket? because I can see myself in your pants tonight."
he looked at me in disgust. "that's the worst pick up line ever! how dare you..." he growled and turned to unlock his car. "I despise people like you. get drunk and hit on the first person you see right?"
"well... good thing I have plan B then..." I said bitterly, pulling out my handkerchief. the flowery scent leaked from the silk, but not a drop spilt.
he stopped and turned to me, his arms crossed. "oh? and what is plan B?"
I smiled, watching him closely. "simple. kidnap you."
I lunged at him, forcing him into the car as I covered his mouth and nose with the drug-soaked cloth. he struggled and shoved me against the padded roof, slapping and clawing at my hand and the iron grip I had on his face. I watched his eyes unfocus and his struggles slow to soft pats. his body went limp and his eyes closed. I smiled gently, knowing he was sleeping now. he was beautiful in every way possible. I pulled him into the backseat and covered him with a blanket that was already there. even though I hated American cars, the dark blue chevy impala was very nice. the inside smelled of vodka and borscht, but I was rather pleased by the smell. it was rather nice.
it occurred to me after I pulled away that my car was still at the pub. I sighed and pulled out my phone and hit the speed dial.
"hello? kirkland residence." an american voice made me smile.
"alfred, there is no need to be that formal when i call. although, im not complaining. i need you to send peter to fetch my car. im having to bring a friend home so i will be staying with them."
"ah. will do boss man. i'll send peter out when i hang up and ill head on to bed alone?"
"whatever. i'll text you when i'll be heading home."
there was a soft sigh. "artie... please come home..." oh dear... he was crying. what a child.
"i will be home when i decide i want to come home. now send peter to get the damn car you useless brat."
i hung up before he could reply and gripped the wheel with a scowl. i hated when he acted like a child. there was no reason for him to act that way. he was an adult for goodness sake. i pulled over and took a few deep breaths, calming down so my rational mind took over.
i checked on the russian beauty in the back and frowned.
i had to hurry up...
