Under the Radar (open)
In the six days since his little romp in the park, Amir had been laying low. He would have loved to see the ensuing and no doubt mostly fruitless search of his well-made crime scene, but the unplanned addition of a were had caused some difficulty. He had been some few days recovering after having dragged himself bleeding and dripping innards through the Manor. Low activity and a good number of extra meals had helped put him to rights though, and he was mostly recuperated. His insides were safely back where they belonged and the numerous injuries sustained were now vague echoes. There were some very pale bruises just disappearing in places yet, mostly his stomach and his regenerated left shoulder, which was still giving him a small amount of trouble. The skin had healed over but he suspected not all the bone had yet filled in. It hadn't made any difference though; he'd been able to hunt for himself for the past two nights rather than relying on Bao.
He grinned to himself at the thought. Bao had been less than pleased to discover his creator had gone off and had some fun without him. Amir had still been suffused with the heady exhilaration of the hunt when Bao had found him so he hadn't noticed right away, but the next time he'd seen Bao the man had fairly dripped with disapproval. Amir was having a hard time feeling guilty about it; Bao had his own agenda and Amir stayed out of it, mostly. Bao could do the same.
It was nearly time for him to make another trip into the Park; perhaps further. The investigations were over by now and Amir was anxious to keep whittling away. Nearly, though - not just yet. So tonight he was reading, an activity that calmed him when he was restless. Heolfor's vast acreage was dotted with numerous parks and gardens, and it was into one of these Amir had wandered, one not too far from the Manor itself but enough that the normal nightly traffic wasn't a disturbance.
Tonight's book, a work by a man Amir wished he'd known; Sun Tzu. He'd memorized the Art of War from front to back long ago but it never hurt to refamiliarize himself with its welcoming pages. Subira had been proud of him, yes, but also in her words he'd sensed a note of exasperation. He was her most willful child, he knew, and she cared for him in her way. She had berated him for acting rashly, for using himself as bait when he could have let someone else bear the load. Her harsh words had hidden fear, fear that Amir would someday bite off more than he could chew.
He had laughed at her. Of course he would - someday. That day was in the future. For now, his objective was best achieved by using his own strength and resources. This fear of Subira's - it wasn't born of love, or of any soft sentimentality. No. It was because of all her children, Amir was the oldest, the strongest, the most resilient. There had been others before him but they had perished in one way or another. Amir had remained, a youngling with potential at first; a juvenile with promise next; then one day he'd been someone, older, wiser, stronger... and her favorite.
He didn't worry for his future for the reasons Subira did. He was a tool to her. A well-loved and favorite tool, to be sure, but he was still a piece on her chessboard. To her. To Amir, his loyalty was not to Subira but to the Clan. His values had been put in place by her, and he was ready to give himself for his cause if that was what it took. Amir couldn't help but suffer a selfish hope that it wouldn't get quite that bad, however.
These thoughts of disquiet were distracting though. He'd ridden into Nachton ealier that night and sated his thirst but the hunt had been too easy, not challenging enough. After returning to Heolfor he'd excersized and it had done some good. He'd considered looking for Dana, unable to deny that her company was welcome, but in that area, too, were restless thoughts. She would find him when she was ready, and he would enjoy her company again.
Social interaction must have been on his mind, though, he mused as he flipped the pages of the book and idly skimmed over Chapter Two: Waging War. Surely something in his subconscious was looking for company, or else he would not have chosen a fairly obvious location to sit with his book. Heolfor had many other places for solitude and while he was a little out of the way, this particular garden wasn't one of them.
"So you don't fear for your own mortality?" He asked. His voice was soft, since his mouth was so close to her ear. He dropped his hand to her waist, resting it lightly on the gentle curve where it met her hip.
"What do you fear, then?"
Amir had his own fears, some great and some small. Some were his alone and some encompassed the clan, his world. People were driven by fears and desires. Sometimes he thought, even more so with their kind than with humans.
Dana contemplated that for a long moment, as she let herself enjoy the feel of his hand on her waist. The way it warmed her skin, and made things flutter in her belly. She feared little, having been exposed to so little. She had one fear that shaped her everyday life, the rest were mostly irrational aversions to things. She hoped he would not think less of her for fearing such a thing, but she wanted to be honest with him.
"I fear doing something stupid or careless and exposing who and what we are to the humans."
Just thinking such things, sent a shiver down her spine. "Perhaps it is an unfounded thing, but I do not wish to be the one that slips up and causes world war three or a mass genocidal witch hunt."
It was not something she enjoyed thinking about ever, but Amir deserved nothing but the truth from her.
"That's no small thing to worry about," he said. "Humans, though, they like to believe whatever's convenient to believe."
Amir grinned against her neck. "Walk up to some goth girl or boy on the street someday and ask them if they want to play vampire with you. You can hit them over the head with it and they still won't believe you. it'll be a game to them."
A fear was a fear though, and he wasn't about to dismiss Dana's. "I'd like to think even if you or anyone else did slip up we'd be able to circumvent a planetwide Salem repeat."
That was, after all, one of the things Amir did. No one was perfect, and sadly not all of their kind received the training and education they should to function safely in this world.
"If it makes you feel any better, such things have happened in the past - yet we remain, unharmed."
He wrapped his arm more fully around her and turned into her, his chest pressing against her back. "You won't slip up, though."
It was a simple thing to move up onto Amir's lap, as she continued to contemplate the stars above her. She wanted nothing more than to remain here in his arms stargazing. She also wanted to know more about this man, who made her have dreams she'd never had before and feel things in parts of her body she didn't know could feel like that.
Settling back against him, she began to trace random patterns over the back of his hand.
"It's good to know that. Do you ever wonder what it would be like if they Knew about us?"
He grasped Dana's waist as she shifted, spanning it with both hands and settling her in place, tucked between his thighs. She was so small, but so deadly a creature. He loved it. He liked to think if he'd met her first he'd have turned her; such power and beauty in one tiny, waif-like, charming package would have been a difficult irony to resist.
Resting his chin on her shoulder he followed her gaze up into the sky. "Fortunately their lives are so short that knowing about us doesn't help. They think they rule the world - how humiliating to realize you're simply a food source."
He chuckled softly, an almost chilling sound given the conversation. "Life used to be a lot more difficult when cities were few and far between. But now, there's a city around every corner. Even the countryside is full of them."
Amir knew better than to discount them entirely though. His words were more of a reassurance to Dana. Danger in numbers was dangerous no matter how insignificant the source.
"You're right to worry about it," he said, turning his head slightly, close enough to smell Dana's hair, feel her pulse leaping against her neck. "In the long run, though, it's our world. Not theirs."
Dana wondered if he ever worried about anything, or simply had too much confidence in his race and clan to have a need. Sadly, she worried incessantly. Comfortable in the cradle of his arms, her knees bent, pulling her body in closer to his, trapping his arms against her smallness.
His breath across the skin of her neck, stopped her own breath and parted her lips, causing her to become very still. A stillness borne of hours listening in drawing rooms, and darkened hallways. One that caused eyes to pass over her and tongues to forget her presence. She wanted very much to feel that breath over more of her body, and in her lack of experience, did not know what to do next.
"It is knowing that, that keeps my fear alive." Her voice was whisper soft, as she was unable to pull enough breath into her lungs to be louder.
And still, he didn't know enough about her, nor she him, to push further. Impulse told him to press his lips against that racing heartbeat; prudence told him to leave it be. Still it had been so long... he hovered over the skin of her neck for what felt like a frozen eternity.
Finally he mastered himself. Dana was new here, new to this exploration of the world she so desired. She didn't need protecting and he wouldn't try to do that - but neither would he play with her emotions. If they were to act upon physical desires, they must first discuss intent, and now wasn't exactly the time.
He relaxed back against the rocks, pulling her with him. "Everyone fears something," he said to her agreeably, his voice smooth in spite of his inner turmoil. "It's how we handle our fears that determine how we live our lives."
Amir's eyes gleamed as he voiced his previous thoughts to her. "Fear, desire, they rule us all. Sometimes as one, acting together."
There could be no doubt which one dictated to him now. "How we act upon them makes us who and what we are."
Amir was so much different than any man, either human or vampire, she'd ever met. He inspired a slight awe in her and she wanted his approval, his friendship and perhaps someday his heart. It was frightening of itself and she did not wish to dwell upon it further.
Giving herself a mental shake, she leaned fully into the strong body behind her. This evening brought them closer and she was content for now to continue to learn about her new friend.
"What of you Amir, what is it you desire?"
She did not wish to know of his fears, perhaps intuitively knowing they would be bigger than she could conceive.
Amir freed one hand from around Dana, using his long fingers to comb through her hair. He liked the feel of it, the silky, fine texture of it. She didn't seem to mind.
"I have what I desire," he said. Knowing that wasn't really the answer she must want, he added, "I'm doing the work of the clan. I'm learning about the world, which benefits both me and Anantya. And I have met someone who's reminding me to keep exploring."
He smiled at Dana as he said the last. While work, and his clan, would always come first for him, Amir knew one had to relax and find personal pleasure somewhere. To find it also within the clan made him happy.
A grin curled her lips, it was self-satisfying to be a reason behind his contentment. she approved of being last on his list, the clan should come first, it would for her as well. Especially now that she understood so much more about what it could do in the world. Protecting and helping it would be her first priority now as well.
"Then we must continue our explorations. What should we try next and when?"
She had a list of things in a notebook in her room, and while she could remember part of the list, it had been so extensive she couldn't hope to remember it all.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I had thought to leave it up to you."
She was the one who wanted to explore; he would provide and go along with her. Until he came up with something he really wanted to do, he was looking to her to direct their pursuits.
"The only thing I can offer you direct access to is a plane. The rest of it we're going to have to go find ourselves."
Ready transportation was worthwhile though; if Dana had a sudden urge to see the Grand Canyon, they could get there.
"As to when, well, I was a little busy earlier this week but I'm currently between assignments, I guess you could say. So I can be available."
He didn't think his contribution was all that satisfactory, but he hadn't planned on any of this and he would have to take some time to figure out how to proceed. He would do his homework this week and come up with a few ideas for next time.
"I've work tomorrow, but not until later in the evening. Would you care to start with something quick and easy tomorrow?"
The city itself was a warren just waiting to be explored and she'd done the research into what it had to offer to the tourist. She wanted to see those things as well as the things they didn't put in the glossy books.
"There is an art museum here that has some interesting work in it. We could start there."
She loved museums, their stoic weathering against time, and ability to remain dignified in a very undignified world.
Especially if it meant having her clinging to him on the back of his bike again. That was something he could definitely get used to. Dropping her off at work would give him the opportunity to be in a populous area of Nachton, too, for a quick bite and some more digging. 'Between' assignments was a loose term... technically he was always on duty, and he would do well to remember that. There were a few leads he wanted to check in that area anyhow.
Either way, the night wasn't over yet. So while they made their plans for the next few days Amir enjoyed sitting there under the stars with Dana snuggled against him.
"Not until ten, but my hours are flexible, and I can go in later. I've only to let Bao know."
She would not mind going in a bit late if it meant she could spend longer with Amir, and she was most certain Bao would be understanding. He had after all told her to be sure to take care of her own pleasures. It also meant she would get to ride on his motor bike again, that was an adventure she was very willing to take. Clothing might be more difficult, perhaps she'd take a change with her or wear something that would suit both the date and the office.
She chased the thought around in her head for a moment before abandoning it for more interesting things.
"Oh, the Waterfront has a Sky Coaster, have you ever done that? I'd like to try that as well."
Dana turned and Amir grumbled silently to himself as she seared her way into a better position. His hand tensed in her hair for a moment before relaxing again. Of their own volition his hands clasped around her waist, abandoning her hair and trapping her against him.
Her next words surprised him. "A sky coaster? Is that the thing with the big poles? What is it, exactly?"
Amir had seen it before, but he hadn't really known what it was. An amusement ride of some sort, was all he'd been able to gather as he had been looking from a distance.
"Yes, it is the thing with the big poles." She chuckled softly, it seemed he did not know everything and that pleased her as well. "It seems they put you in a sling type harness, then hoist you to the apex of one of the poles, then let you go."
As she spoke she used her hands to demonstrate. "You swing out and back over and over. In this instance you swing out over the ocean. It is, at it's basis, a giant human pendulum."
When she finished speaking her hands came to rest on his.
"Oh yes," he purred. "That we have to try."
He was hard-pressed not to get up and head out for his bike right then and there. That sounded like real flying to him. He could think of plenty of things he wanted to try and they all involved free-falls and flying of some sort.
He fidgeted a little, stilling when she rested her hands on top of his. He could wait a night to try the sky coaster.
"And then hang-gliding. And sky-diving." he nodded as much to himself as to her. Both things he'd meant to try at some point, but flying had diverted him from those pursuits.
His next suggestion puzzled her, they could not sky dive in the few hours she had before work, and she did not know what hang-gliding was.
"What is hang-gliding?"
"It's like flying a kite. Except you're riding beneath it instead of standing on the ground holding onto it. If you do it correctly, you can stay aloft for hours."
Obviously different than the planes and helicopters he'd flown, Amir had always been intrigued by the ability to glide on thermals like a bird. Never had he regretted his abilities, but every so often he did wonder how it would have felt to have been gifted with the ability to shapeshift into a bird of some sort.
"It's been on my to-do list for ages," he said by way of explanation. "It used to be considered too dangerous to bother with," a shrug indicated what he thought about that, "but there have been so many advancements in technology and safety that if you learn properly and don't bite off more than you can chew, you might not actually splatter yourself all over the ground."
Maybe that wasn't the best way to describe it, but truth was truth no matter how gritty. Anyone who went thrill-seeking without knowing the potential consequences deserved their Darwin Award.
A breeze came up over their little bluff, gently caressing Dana's skin. It was a warm wind, full of the sultry humidity this part of the world seemed to hang on to. She wanted to run with that wind, feel it press against her back as she flew over the terrain that surrounded her. Though honestly she had no idea how far out onto the property they'd come and home much was left between them and the outside world. It might not be much of a run at all.
The need to be moving shivered through her body. She felt it, embraced it, then let it go. The desire to remain in Amir's arms out weighing the need for movement.
"I'll need to give you my email address so that we can make plans for these wonderful things."