Dark Ridge - Walking In The Day

Walking In The Day - Pt 10

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Monday morning was dark and cloudy, the sun not even peeking out from the mountains. Kameron was up early, not having to feed, but wanting the extra time to think.

What was Peyton going to do when she saw her today in English class? The day was daunting, and all Kameron had done all weekend was sit and write, driving away some of the doubt and insanity that resided in her mind. She'd come up with different thoughts about why Peyton effected her so forcefully, and the only one that made much sense was that she was attracted to Peyton.

Kameron downstairs before Sarah got up, she wanted to be out of the house before she could try to talk to Kameron.

Easing the front door open, letting it close silently, her backpack hanging off her left shoulder, Kameron turned and saw a sight that chilled her and thrilled her. Peyton sitting on the hood of The Trap, one foot resting on the bumper, her hand draped over her knee, waiting for her.

"So, you are going to try and convince me that I didn't see what I saw, right?" asked Peyton with serious eyes. "I'm pretty sure you are going to try and do that."

"What do you think you saw?" asked Kameron softly, jumping off the porch, feet crunching on the gravel as she walked to Peyton.

"You. I saw you doing things that the most able gymnast don't do. But I also know why you didn't fall and hurt yourself," admitted Peyton.

Kameron blinked. "Why?"

Peyton swallowed, having been contemplating this the whole weekend, it was the only thing that made sense to her. "Skip school with me and I'll show you."

"I...," began Kameron. She was about to say that she couldn't, but why couldn't she? "Ok, where too?"

Peyton smiled. "I found just the place this weekend."

Kameron moved towards the driver's side of the car. But Peyton didn't move. "Where are we going?"

"All we have to do is walk," said Peyton sweetly. "As much as I love you in that skirt, go change, will you?"

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"You realize it's over cast today, we could venture out into the town for a while," smiled Clay as they stretched out in their bed.

"You can, if you so choose too," smiled Baltar. "Unless you'd like to use your Claymore on me several more times," teased Baltar.

Clay rolled his eyes.

Claymore had not been his human name, he had chosen Claymore because the first thing he'd seen after his vampire birth had been a massive sword that Baltar had hanging in his home, which had been called a Claymore. For some reason, this had fascinated the once human. So, he had adopted the odd name, and Baltar had teased him about it, a two-handed sword, with enough sexual undertones that if he'd been able to blush, Clay would have.

"I want to explore, we haven't fed on anyone in days," said Clay. "I'd like to find a few regulars."

"There are several clubs in town, and that lovely grizzly was succulent this morning," moaned Baltar. "You go explore, I simply must set up some delivery dates and get this business of the ground."

"Do you think we should have a family here? I know you've been reluctant about forming a new family, but I think we should evaluate this place, and perhaps try?" offered Clay.

"You have taken a liking to the psychiatrist, haven't you?" asked Baltar laughingly.

"He is... sexy. I don't think he'll be easily persuaded to play on the homosexual team unless he's turned," said Claymore softly.