Chapter Thirteen
 

The club was dark and smoky.  Taylor had been shocked to just walk in, the man at the door giving him a casual glance and waving him in.  “What did you tell him?”  Taylor asked as he and Sonya walked up to the bar.

“Only that he didn’t need to see your I.D.”  She said back, looking at her watch again.

“What time is it?  He asked, looking around the room.

“Almost 3:30, we don’t have a lot of time.”  She said.  They both cast their eyes out over the small crowd of people still left there.

After 15 minutes and nothing interesting happening, Taylor was about to call it a night, but just as he turned toward Sonya to tell her he would be leaving, a woman walked up to the bar next to him and ordered a rum and Coke.  As she waited, she glanced over at Taylor.  “Hey, are you that kid in that band?  That Hanson kid?”

He shot a look at Sonya and she shrugged her shoulders.  “Yeah, that’s me.”  He said back.

She turned to face him, her breasts conveniently brushing his arm, her dark hair spilling over them.  “Well, damn.  You grew up, didn’t you?”  She smiled and took the drink from the bartender, handing him a five dollar bill.  “Keep it,”  she said, not taking her eyes off Taylor.  “That your Mom?”  She asked, looking at Sonya.  Taylor watched Sonya’s eyes flash as she pulled her long hair up into a bun and fastened it with a clip she’d pulled from her bag.

“Um,” he grinned, “no.”

“Good.  So, how old are you now?”  she asked, sipping from her drink.  Feeling uncomfortable, he put his hands in his pockets and looked once more at Sonya.  Over the woman’s shoulder, he watched her as she fixed her gaze on the woman.

“I’m... uh... seventeen.”  He said back.

The woman put her hand on his arm, “Well, damn.  I was hoping you’d say eighteen.  That’s the sexiest word in the English language, don’t you think?  You sure you’re not eighteen?”  Her warm hand on his arm caused his heart to beat faster and he could smell the cologne she’d rubbed on her wrists.  Sonya narrowed her eyes and the woman put her hand to her head, “Whoa, I think I’ve had enough of this.”  She said and she held it out towards Taylor.  “You want the rest?”  His eyes lit up but as he reached for it, he felt a little jolt of pain in his head.

“Ow, dang.”  He uttered, looking over at Sonya who was looking right back at him, raising her eyebrow.  “Do NOT drink shit like that.”  He heard in his mind.  “Um, no thank you.”  He said to the woman.

“Oh well... ok.”  She said, setting it down on the bar.  “Boy,” she said taking a deep breath, “that must’ve been some strong stuff.”

“Are you alright?”  Sonya said, feigning concern.

“Oooh, I don’t know...”  she said, staggering a little.

“Taylor, why don’t you help her outside.  She looks like she needs some air.”  Sonya said, looking at him.

“Oh, ok.”  He stammered, and he supported the woman’s weight as he walked her back outside.  The cold wind blew and she shivered, so Taylor drew her in close to his body.  He knew he didn’t have a lot of warmth to share, but at least he could put his body between her and the wind.

Sonya came out now.  “Taylor, walk her around to the alley.”  She said.

“What’re we gonna do?”  he asked back.

“We’re just going to have a little warm milk before bedtime.”  She said into his ear.

Taylor’s eyes grew and Sonya put her hand on her hip.  He sighed, then looked down at the woman.  “Um, are you here alone?”  He asked her.

Rubbing her temple, the woman furrowed her brow.  “Uh... yeah, I was here with friends, but they left.  I was just about to go home.”

“Taylor!  Just do it!”  Sonya commanded.

He shot her a look, then put his arm around the woman’s shoulder and the two began to walk to the side of the building.  “Ah, looking for some privacy?”  She asked, smiling up at him, her brown eyes twinkling.

“Yeah, I don’t like standing under those lights, reminds me too much of work.”  He smiled.

She laughed, “I’ll bet it does, honey, I’ll bet it does.”  She looked at him, trying to remember why she’d seen his face on the television that day.  “So, do you boys get much action?”  She said as they were enveloped in the darkness between the buildings.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see Sonya watching.

“Taylor, the sun will be up before you know it.”

He looked down at the woman.  “I guess we could if we wanted to.”  He said, shrugging his shoulders.

She leaned against the wall, looking up at the boy before her.  “So, what, you don’t want to?”  She pouted, moving closer to him and marveling at the way his eyes shone in the dim light from the street.

“Give her what she wants, Taylor.  I’m not getting any younger here.”

Taylor lowered his face towards the woman and she responded.  Their lips met in a kiss and Taylor could taste the wonderful sweet Coke she’d been drinking.  “Mmmm…”  He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her hair away from her neck.  Opening his eyes, he looked down at her noticing she was shivering again.  November in New York was not a time to be without a jacket and so she pressed herself even closer to him.  He breathed in her ear, feeling the warmth coming from her and he felt the unmistakable sensation as his canines grew, enabling him to sink them easily into the soft flesh under it as the light glinted off her silver earring.  Though it hurt, the erotic nature of being bitten by him as he touched her with his hands caused her more ecstasy than pain.  Her mind suddenly clouded over and she thought she could actually hear him humming some delicate tune as he licked and sucked on her neck, sending shivers up her spine and heat to other areas of her body.  Taylor raised his eyes to see Sonya standing beside him, watching with her own cat-like eyes.  He stepped aside to allow her to taste the warm blood as it seeped down her front slowly.  With his thumb, he caught the trickle before it stained her blouse, putting it in his mouth as if it were honey.  As Sonya took his place, he continued to give the woman pleasure, having put his hand under her skirt.  Sonya’s eyes never left his face as she drank.  He kissed the woman’s mouth, silencing her as she let out a moan and he quickened his motions, knowing Sonya would have to stop soon as they didn’t want to take too much from her.  Sonya raised her head and licked her lips and Taylor put his face close to hers, then licked the two small wounds, knowing they’d close up almost immediately.  He then pressed his lips to Sonya’s and kissed the blood from the corner of her mouth.

“Oooh…”  The woman was getting very heavy on Taylor’s arm.  He and Sonya broke their kiss and looked down between them.  Sonya backed away.

“Leave her.”  She said.  “She’ll be alright.”

 Taylor furrowed his brow.  “I’m not gonna leave her.” He said.

 Sonya shook her head.  “Taylor, she’s fine, she won’t remember anything--“

“She doesn’t have her coat or her purse or anything.  Stay here with her, I’ll be right back.”  He said and he pressed the woman’s nearly limp body into her arms, then darted back around to the front of the building.  Sonya stood smiling, thinking Taylor was very possibly too kind hearted for this life.  He came back and handed Sonya a black leather jacket and bag.   “I got her a cab, c’mon.”

“Well Taylor,”  Sonya laughed, maybe you’d better slip some cash in her wallet, for pain and suffering, ‘cause you sure did make her suffer.  I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anybody suffer that loud.”  Sonya threw her head back and laughed as Taylor blushed, taking the woman from her.

“Are you alright?”  He asked her, helping her to stand on her own.

“Jeez, I wonder what was in that drink?”  She asked as he helped her put her jacket on.

“Come on, your taxi’s here.”  He said, handing her purse to her.  Slowly, they walked into the light as Sonya watched from the darkness.

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