Assault clothing? Sasha glanced at his passenger once before returning his attention to the road. Alasdair, whatever happened to your bloodline? This girl was odd. Sasha wondered whether she was a mutt or if her entire family was this… eccentric. He should have taken her choice of fashion into greater consideration.
“Heh.” Sasha bared his teeth for a brief laugh on the topic of modern literature. Oddly, he didn’t appear to have visible fangs, although his canines looked a bit sharper than average. “I liked Twilight, actually. As a comedy. And insight into the silly things that women like.”
The human’s following remarks drained the mirth out of him. He passed a glare at her at the mention of his father, and withstood the rest wearing a stony look of irritation. Until she finished, Sasha’s fingers strummed the steering wheel.
“Let me spell this out for you.” They stopped at a red light. Light rain had started to spot the windshield, refracting illumination from the traffic light in a thousand tiny droplets until the wipers obliterated them. “I am an immortal creature. A vampire.” The word was pronounced with a considerable sneer. Might as well have said ‘a bad guy’. “You are being abducted, against your will, for the purpose of using your blood to raise another vampire to life.”
The light was still red. The turn signal in the car clicked steadily.
“I lent you my phone. I sat you in the passenger seat, instead of throwing you in the boot. I offered you something to eat. I am driving you to your place for your comfort.” Sasha’s keen sense of smell was picking up a hundred little food places at once, but he knew there was one just a block away. It was where his coworkers usually liked to mingle after hours. “I don’t have to do these things. These are kindnesses I have given you and you should appreciate them, but I am holding a gun to your head, Alice.”
The light was green, but Sasha did not accelerate. He turned toward Alice.
“You might not see the gun, but it’s there.” His brown eyes pierced into her. “I can kill you instantly. If you don’t do as I say I can snap your neck as easily as you crack your fingers. I can and I have killed many girls just like you.”
A car’s horn blared behind them, startling Sasha out of his lecture. He cursed loudly and jumped in his seat, and the car leaped forward as he slammed his foot on the pedal. The smell of fried food began to waft from the end of the block, strong enough for even a human to detect.
“Start behaving this instant.” Sasha was breathless and frustrated. It seemed perhaps that his canines had grown longer. “Call me sir. Say please and thank you. Or so help me I will put you to sleep, and you won’t awake until we reach France.”
He pulled the car into a parking space.
“Comprende?” Sasha’s French was imperfect.