betrothed.
“Are you injured?” Triton asked cautiously.
“I’m, he…no,” she clamored, trying to hold together her torn shirt. Triton stepped forward not once taking his eyes from hers. Quickly peeling off his jacket, he threw the coat around her shoulders. She allowed him to put a caring arm around her and gently led her out of the alley back to the main street.
Triton was not sure what was happening. This was the first time in three centuries he had felt something other than thirst, anger, or complacency. He felt warmth and purpose, as he had when he was mortal. It scared the hell out of him.
“Shall I call the police for you?” he said.
“I just want to go home.” She said in a shaky and quiet voice.
“Of course. Please-my car is right here.” Triton opened the passenger door to his sleek black Mercedes sedan and waited as she hesitated.
She thought twice but slipped inside. Her thoughts were easy to read, for some strange reason she trusted him…was attracted to him. Triton shut the door and rounded the car.
Triton checked the rear view mirror as he drove the car away. Leaving a dead body like that could get a vampire in deep shit. Triton was not one to take chances of been caught in the mortal world. Vampires and humans existed together but only a handful of trusted human’s knew of their existence. Triton certainly did not want to get involved with the authorities. They would find the body and ask too many questions. Vampires stayed the hell away from the police, kept low profiles, and most certainly never fell for humans.
The two rode in silence for a few minutes. He couldn’t help but to read her thoughts again. A rare and finely crafted skill he obtained over centuries, she was confused, scared and re-thinking of calling the police, but she did not want to get this stranger involved anymore than he was. Not knowing or caring what he did to the man in the alley, she then thought he was kind and she should thank him.
“No need to thank me.” He said giving her a slight reassuring smile. He could tell it pained her to give him one back. “No, I do, truly I do appreciate what you did.”
Then it happened again, the warm feeling buzzed quickly around his body. He nearly shuttered but resisted the urge to shake physically. “Are you sure you do not want to report what just happened?”
“No, I should have been more careful; I was taking a short cut through the alley to get to the bus stop, I heard footsteps and then…” She began to tear up again.
“Here,” he produced a handkerchief quickly.
She dabbed her eyes, “Thank you. It’s the next right. Second brownstone on the left.” She told him but he had already read her mind. The car came to soft stop as he put the shifter in park.
Digging into her purse, she pulled out the key ring and went back into it for something else. Triton watched curiously until she produced a small white card.
“If you would be willing, could I buy you dinner to thank you?”
He paused. He did not how to respond. She was human and she was asking him out on a date? He had never experienced this one thing all his hundreds of years of existence. Taking the card, he smiled. “I would like that very much. Are you sure you are alright?”
“Yes, thank you again.” She said handing his jacket back to him. Then, leaning over, she ever so gently kissed his cheek before slipping gracefully out of the car. Triton never took his eyes from her as she quickly