Falling For A Follower

Chapter 6

I pull up outside the bar on the outskirts of town, I had taken my car to avoid the downpour. It was roughly 30 minuets past midnight, late afternoon for the creatures of the night. Despite the rain and the late hour, many characters entered and exited the drab bar. I check the time, it was time to step inside. I exit my warm car into frozen air before quickly making my way into the bar.

Once inside, I saw that it was busy, however most people were being cut off and being thrown out by staff. So gradually the bar grew quieter, I take a seat at the bar and order a drink. The bartender is quick and returns with my order within a few minuets, I pay and nod at the bartender as I pick up my glass. I cautiously slink past the bars' other patrons to get to the quiet spot in the corner, I take a seat at the table and sip my drink. My eyes darted to the door every time I heard it open or close. I shake my head and take another sip, my eyes felt heavy. I hadn't slept that well, too many thoughts for my mind to digest. I hear the sound of a chair scratching the polished wood floor, I open my eyes, the stranger was sat before me. His dark clothes were somehow dry, the sound of the rain continued to drone on under the commotion inside the bar. I look at him suspiciously, he stares back "what? you thinking about how to unmask me this time?" he growls in a low tone. Now that I think about it, it was rather rude to do that to him. "No, just wondering how you are bone dry even though it is pouring outside" I say lowly. I hear a tut from his direction, "honestly, are you sure you have a brain? I brought an umbrella" he says pointing towards the door. I did feel stupid but I brushed it off, I wasn't here to be humiliated, I was here to learn more about this guy. I finish my drink, setting the glass on the table "what is your name? you never did tell me" I say looking at him. He shifts with discomfort, an idea strikes me. "sorry, I didn't offer to get you a drink, I'll be right back" I rise from my chair and go over to the bar. The bartender approaches me, "a re-fill young lady?" he asks as he polishes glasses. "yeah, make it two. I want one of them strong mind" I explain discretely. He nods with a grin, like before, he is quick. I smile and hand over my money once again, picking up the glasses and walking back to the table. I set a glass down infront of the stranger, the liquid glowed softly as he swilled the glass. Eyeing it cautiously "Its only a Viper, calm down" I say before taking some of my own drink. A Viper consists of mainly vodka with a shot blood and lime, that gives it the glow. I had the bartender up the blood content in his drink, it won't take long now. The stranger pulls his hood over his face more so that he could slide his mask away from his face to drink. He takes a sip of the drink and coughs. I laugh in a joking way, providing false security. I lean over the table and smack his back, he grabs the front of my jacket and whispers "I know your game and I'll play. You can try as hard as you want but your not getting a name out of me" he harshly shoves me back into my chair, he slips his mask over his face once again as he leaves the table, leaving his drink mostly untouched. I rub my forehead, I really thought I could get him with that, I guess he's smarter than I thought. I smirk to myself and down my drink before leaving the bar myself. The rain had cleared, the night was quiet. I get into my car and start to drive through the city. 

Half an hour had passed, I had reached the even darker side of town. Bins were always knocked over, causing rubbish to flow through the streets as easily as water. I turn my lights down and check the doors were locked, drunks and addicts made the streets their resting place, many times I had been approached on this side of town. I carry on driving through, then I see him. He's walking with his head down, gloved hands hiding in his pockets. He looked exhausted, worn down. I felt a poke at my heart, I had driven out here to get a name from him but now it felt like it was turning into something else. Damn heart. I drive right up next to him, he stops walking and tries to look through my tinted windows. I lean over and open the door before grabbing his arm and pulling him into the car. This time he was soaked, no longer bone dry like he was a little while ago. I pull the door shut and continue to drive. The car was quiet, "what are you doing?" he asks, breaking the silence. I sigh "to be honest I don't know". A quiet laugh escapes him, "Don't tell me your going soft" he says quietly. Heat rushes to my face "Don't make me laugh, I'm taking pity on you but I could easily shove you out here" I say.

After a while, we get to my house. I get out of the car and look at him "you coming?" I ask. He follows and gets out, I lock the car and walk into the house, closely followed by the stranger. The house was cold like usual, it didn't bother me but he was still soaked from the rain. I look at him "um, I'm not sure what I have here that you could change into but I'll go and see", he nods and I go upstairs. I go into my bedroom and look through my wardrobe, unless he would want to wear skinny jeans or leather, I didn't have anything suitable, unless. I go down on my knees and look under my bed, pulling out a large cardboard box. I open the box and remember that I had a collection of Warren's clothes here. Ranging from shirts, hoodies, jeans and joggers. I carefully take one of the shirts and a pair of joggers before pushing the dusty box under the bed once more. I return downstairs with the clothes, the stranger was stood at the window, peering out into the darkness or soon to be blinding light. "here, I had something after all. Go change and I'll dry your clothes" I drop the clothes on the sofa, he nods in appreciation and I go to the kitchen. After so much kindness, I needed a drink. I go to the fridge and get out a blood pack, I pour it into a glass and add some whisky to give me some of my bitterness back. I walk back into the living room and stop in my tracks, he was there with his back to me, nothing covering the scarred skin of his back. My throat felt tight, quickly I retreat to the kitchen, sitting at the table. I down my drink and hiss at the bitterness. "Damn heart" I whisper to myself.