Kaylee walked into the comic book shop on the Boardwalk.
“Don’t steal, don’t kill and don’t be a smartass.”
Backtracking to the counter he tells Zoe to serve Kaylee but charge her double, then goes upstairs.
Kaylee gave him an “are you serious” look and then scoffs. She shakes her head and looks through the new comics. She picks out a few and then walks to the counter. She sighs.
Zoe ignores Edgar’s instructions and smiles sweetly at Kaylee when giving her change:
“Come again!”
At the Frogs, Zoe is trying to make a lasting impression on Edgar’s Mom and Pa. Takes a lot effort because they keep asking where’s Paul and where’s Ryan and who’s she and where did Sam go. Why isn’t their oldest son here and since when is there a safety code on the door to Edgar’s room.
Zoe’s got him again but like Edgar it’s jagged and rough even when he tries to be the opposite. On top of her, fingers curling in locks of her dark hair. She’s quiet, same as him and they get tangled under the covers and each in their own feelings:
“Love you, Edgar,” she turns her head but he’s not facing her. Hearing her speak, he tries to hold her up closer but she resists, wanting him to look at her. He hisses when she falls back and crushes his arm. She reaches behind her drawing his bandaged hand to her lips, kissing it:
“I do love you,” and though their foreheads rest against one another’s and she has it as she wants, he’s staring her right in the eyes; he says nothing.
A lot of great hunters misunderstand that she is different from Bill and Gill. She doesn’t come from a pack, she comes from a tribe who shape shift to aid and protect for the most part.
She calls it a blessing whereas her friends, she sees it as more of a curse, the change in them is involuntary and they have little self control, a lot of the time Bill and Gill just kill whatever they see.
Zoe explains this to Edgar in her own words with many a “haha” and “oh, you know”.
The last three to four days have been chaos and the killing of the head vampire was a big adventure. But the man she adores is walking about and he’s got that shine again, a humane happiness he shares with her in a soft kiss on the lips and another one and a third one. And an arm around her shoulder pulling her close and lips brushing against her cheek:
“Edgar?” she squeezes his hand as they walk back to his truck.
“Mhm?”
“Let’s go to Portland.”
“Let’s go to Portland.”
“My beautiful man,” is just one of the many phrases she has used over these last days. She doesn’t suspect his blood lust may have contributed in the slightest. But in the end he basically tells her enough sex and they need to get back to work.
Wednesday morning, Scriber Lake under the broken monument. Everyone gathers again.
This is her moment and she has grabbed it. That’s ‘Zoe’ Edgar has used in his passion and no other name.
“It’s 10:35,” she tells him the time, finally. The man is on his feet and out the room faster than she can say it again.
She grins to herself, turning over in the bed. All hers, she’s got him right where she wants him. Metaphorically speaking, since he’s just left.
Zoe walks in later, covered in snow, bright eyes and smiles to see Edgar and Star a tangled bloody mess in that old man Vincent’s bed. A shadow passes over Zoe’s face but she doesn’t say anything and leaves the room, back outside.
Bill and Gill are building a snowman. She joins them.
/Gill.
I stand there, still shivering. Zoe looks at me. Edgar lays there. “Hi..” I say through chattering teeth
“Well, lady,” Zoe smiles, “do your thing, is what my baby went all that way to get you for, isn’t it?”
“My thing? What thing?”
She stares.
“You know, let the fucker bite you.”
“What!? Are you serious? One time deal.”
Zoe shrugs:
“Wasn’t that the deal last time?”
/Gill.
I don’t say anything and I freeze more in the rain. Gill rides fast, like a bat out of hell. The wind is so cold. He could of at least let me get a sweater.
Star is drenched to the skin and shivering, Gill doesn’t care, rain never killed anyone:
“We’re here,” he states after ten or so minutes, pressing down on the brakes hard.
I jump off the bike, shivering to much, soaked. He leads me inside and it feels colder in there than out side.
He leads her in one of the rooms where Zoe and Edgar are still in bed:
“Got one.”
Edgar is quite unresponsive.
I stand there, still shivering. Zoe looks at me. Edgar lays there. “Hi..” I say through chattering teeth
“Well, lady,” Zoe smiles, “do your thing, is what my baby went all that way to get you for, isn’t it?”
“My thing? What thing?”
She stares.
/Gill.
I don’t say anything and I freeze more in the rain. Gill rides fast, like a bat out of hell. The wind is so cold. He could of at least let me get a sweater.
Star is drenched to the skin and shivering, Gill doesn’t care, rain never killed anyone:
“We’re here,” he states after ten or so minutes, pressing down on the brakes hard.
I jump off the bike, shivering to much, soaked. He leads me inside and it feels colder in there than out side.
He leads her in one of the rooms where Zoe and Edgar are still in bed:
“Got one.”
Edgar is quite unresponsive.
I stand there, still shivering. Zoe looks at me. Edgar lays there. “Hi..” I say through chattering teeth
“Well, lady,” Zoe smiles, “do your thing, is what my baby went all that way to get you for, isn’t it?”
