Its early Friday morning two weeks after my interview with jac brody for police monthly. It’s my dag off and I’m killing time until it's time to head to P3 to meet jac. Apparently it’s an easy going night club with great bands. Hell I couldn't sleep last night and got up far too early.
I slop around doing the odd jobs I’ve been meaning to do all week. All the time thinking about the women I’m going out with tonight. I had noticed something when she came over to interview me that I hadn't seen at the convention. At the convention she had been wearing a heavy beaded bracelet on her right wrist. But a fortnight geleden I saw why she had the iconic Red Crescent on her right wrist identifying her as a Celtic Vampyre.
I remember the stories my mother used to tell me about these creatures. The Celtic Vampyres are as old as time and different to those of legend. They get marked in mid teens to late twenties and begin a physiology and physically change. On completion they are marked with a tattoo that linken to an affinity they have. Their extremely beautiful being slightly paler than humans and live in a matrichal society. They have a slightly slower hart-, hart rate and have a body temperature a couple of degrees cooler. They have to consume food and drink like us as well as sleep. But can do away with 5 hours a week. They hunt animals for blood then use the meat for meals so nothing goes to waste. They refuse to drink human blood and have evolved so they can't. The sun is simply uncomfortable but not dangerous. They are pretty much immortal and are faster and stronger with heightened senses. They also have extremely good memories. They have the ability to have children with their lifelong mate but often have affairs as forever is a long time to be with the same person. They don't age.
Jac had a brand bird on her left bicep. At 5 ft 5 she was a slender athletic build with long legs. She had these mesmerizing liquid blue eyes and long straight auburn hair. A true Celt I know the history between my people and hers but I can't help feeling awestruck. She has this air to her that whenever she walks in a room all eyes turn to look at her. The woman is police legend she took down a whole drug cartel single handed during the cold war if u believe rumours. But one thing is for sure she is an expert in martial arts (I bet she could bet chuck Norris in his prime) and parkour. She is known door SRU for being the top, boven brand arms expert spending time with Special Forces as a marksman during Falkland's. She is the top, boven of her field ballistics and is based at NYPD but does work with other units. And has never missed a target yet.
A long time later.
I now stand leaning against my car in the parking lot. I’m wearing my blue jeans, black trainers and a green tank. It’s late afternoon boarding evening. as I stand there in the cool breeze of a summer evening with the luminescent roze light P3 in above the door of the night club behind me I realise I have absolutely no idea what type of car jac drives. It’s well known that the Celtic Vampyres favour fast sports cars.
I’m starting to get worried I got the wrong dag when a black Lexus LX 570 with tinted windows pulls up and a young pretty dark haired guy gets out the driver's door jeans, short sleeved black tank with black work shoes. He waits a seconde before tossing the keys over the bonnet. I catch a swish of red hair as a hand reaches up and grabs them. The lad then says "thanks for the lift I’ll get a ride with piper later" he turns and walks towards the door. when he he's taken a couple of steps a silky sweet voice antwoorden "sure hardly a lift when u insisted on driving " and in a slightly lower voice that was barely audible to me the passenger added "dickbreath" the retreating figure was no nearing the door, stopped look over and yelled " I heard that and I know u love it really". The passenger gave no reply.
door now the evening was sliding towards dusk. I heard the click of an automatic car locking. seconden later the sound was replaced door the clicking of heels. before I knew it a tall red head in a tight black crop top, boven and dark blue skinny jeans tucked inside black boots with killer heels was standing in front of me head inclined to the right. I barely registered the sight before she turned and walked away. I was dazed standing there. When the same silky voice penetrated the reverie breaking the spell "well are u coming"
I realised the sexy leg women was talking to me as I noticed the perfectly manicured hand beckoning me.
I joined the female and our eyes locked and I found myself getting lost in the blue eyes of a true Celt. moments later she was apologising for being late explaining how she was going to be punctual to make me feel bad but her brother had asked for a lift to work then insisted on driving and taking what he called a short cut but found them stuck behind road works. As we made our way to the entrance she explained that her brother Becker was a barman at the club. We got the entrance and saw the snaking queue expecting to go to the end and wait a century to get in. but instead jac walked straight up to the muscular doorman. He turn smiled and zei "morning jac how are you. Becks drove I see." jac replied "morning Pete yep u know him just + 1 tonight thanks." "Right u are phoenix and who is this fellow I haven't seen him here with u before" “no buff I haven't brought him here before. Pete tomeski known as buffer I’d like u to meet michealngo scarlatti know as spike from SRU" "SRU the big guns then" "buffer really " with that the young guy he I later learned was jac's uncle and works with the robbery squad stepped aside and motioned for us to enter. I gave her a questioning look to which she responded "my brother who the worst driver is ever made worse door the fact he's a cop does have his good bits like being the mate of P3's owner piper. Which means me and my mates get to jump the queue and get discounts on the drinks. In return I work security 3 weekends a month.
The club was brilliant with a stage at the front were a band played the bar was in the middle. The dance floor was directly in front of the stage. Tables sat round the walls. At the back there was a raised area with sofa's and cushions. We headed to the bar bought drinks then jac lead me to the raised area and sat down.
"Another perk u get to sit in the VIP area"
We had a great evening and I realised at the end I felt I could be myself with jac. I could tell her things I’d never told anyone else I could really open up. I realised she had an infectious laugh and silly attitude at times. The waiter at one point brought the wrong drink. Her face went stormy I swear if looks could kill the waiter would be stone cold dead. volgende thing I knew jac had picked the wrong order up and poured over the head of the waiter. She gave me a smug smirk and the waiter looked fuming but then they caught each other's eyes and burst out laughing when the waiter could regain some self control he zei he would go get the correct order. Jac then told him when his shift was over to tell piper that she owed him a drink of his choice. It was a great evening and I realised that jac knew all the waiters as she asked several how sick mothers were, how children were doing and other similar questions. She even asked one if he had got the repair bill for his Porsche if he had she would get it from her brother’s account and run it over to him tomorrow. On her way out I asked why she would get it out of her brother’s account. Her reply was simple because Becker was the one who wrapped Leo’s car round the tree.
at the end of the evening she told me to hold on a sec and walked up to Pete and asked him how he got there that evening he zei that because his car was in the koop he had got her dad to give him a ride on the way in to work. She asked for my keys then gave them to him and asked if he would drop the car of at her flat. She drove me back in her Lexus and then gave me the keys. I asked her why they were her keys and not mine. Her reply was that she could handle alcohol and that she didn't want to risk me getting pulled. She went on to say that she didn't want to drive my car home pagina because after a drink she felt safer to drive her own car of walk. As she knew how it handled. Grabbed a leather jas of the back zitplaats, stoel and pulled it on before reaching in the handschoen box and pulling out a spare set of house keys, holstered off duty gun, mobile and her shield. She attached the gun to her riem alongside the shield, shoved her phone in the left pocket and the keys in the right. "Thank god I dropped don off on the way home pagina I better thank him for leaving his jas in my car. Because I only had time to schommel, swing round and pick up becks I didn't have time to dump my gun of shield. Do u mind if I swap cars tomorrow. I’ll drive yours over to the station house on my way in." I mumbled a yes took the keys and went home pagina to bed in the morning I was a little confused but remembered I had to drive this strange car to work.
Well did I get some remarks from the boys when I rolled up in the Lexus. It made me feel good.
later I was in the gym lifting weights with the rest of team on when winnie came in to tell me a women was in reception asking for me. I was curious and followed. When I got to the reception area I knew who it was even though the women had her back to me it was obvious from the black flared jeans, high heels, leather jas and long red hair. I made my way over to her and she turned when I was halfway. She gave a swish of her hair obviously tonen off to the rest of team one who where now spilling into the reception eager to get an eyeful. Not one to disappoint jac walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Making quite clear she was carrying the guys also caught a look at her shield. She zei in the silky voice that I find so sexy “I had fun last night volgende time we go to your dig. Who did she handle this morning” “I had fun to and who’s he the cat’s mother” I glanced at Ed at the mentions of cats. Jac laughed and rocked a little “no the car idiot don’t u guys call them she like sailors refer to boats as she” I was like right “oh great I swear the guys were drooling she’s in one piece door the way no damage” “great just the way I like her yours is as it was when u arrived yesterday well if u ignore the air freshener Pete put in there don’t take as an insult he does it to every car he drives” “oh and catch” with one snel, swift and elegant toss of her arm she had launch my keys at me I fumbled to catch the and throw hers back. Once she had her own keys she turned and began to leave but stop at the door twisted her upper torso and fluttered her fingers at us with a door boys a swish of hair and a click of heels she’d gone. I spent the rest of the dag recanting the story and stopping rumours. Something Sam zei when I told him who she was has been bugging me why if she’s so skilful with a gun and got such a way with words that she can people to do anything why is she still with NYPD and not tried out for SRU. I will ask volgende time…
I slop around doing the odd jobs I’ve been meaning to do all week. All the time thinking about the women I’m going out with tonight. I had noticed something when she came over to interview me that I hadn't seen at the convention. At the convention she had been wearing a heavy beaded bracelet on her right wrist. But a fortnight geleden I saw why she had the iconic Red Crescent on her right wrist identifying her as a Celtic Vampyre.
I remember the stories my mother used to tell me about these creatures. The Celtic Vampyres are as old as time and different to those of legend. They get marked in mid teens to late twenties and begin a physiology and physically change. On completion they are marked with a tattoo that linken to an affinity they have. Their extremely beautiful being slightly paler than humans and live in a matrichal society. They have a slightly slower hart-, hart rate and have a body temperature a couple of degrees cooler. They have to consume food and drink like us as well as sleep. But can do away with 5 hours a week. They hunt animals for blood then use the meat for meals so nothing goes to waste. They refuse to drink human blood and have evolved so they can't. The sun is simply uncomfortable but not dangerous. They are pretty much immortal and are faster and stronger with heightened senses. They also have extremely good memories. They have the ability to have children with their lifelong mate but often have affairs as forever is a long time to be with the same person. They don't age.
Jac had a brand bird on her left bicep. At 5 ft 5 she was a slender athletic build with long legs. She had these mesmerizing liquid blue eyes and long straight auburn hair. A true Celt I know the history between my people and hers but I can't help feeling awestruck. She has this air to her that whenever she walks in a room all eyes turn to look at her. The woman is police legend she took down a whole drug cartel single handed during the cold war if u believe rumours. But one thing is for sure she is an expert in martial arts (I bet she could bet chuck Norris in his prime) and parkour. She is known door SRU for being the top, boven brand arms expert spending time with Special Forces as a marksman during Falkland's. She is the top, boven of her field ballistics and is based at NYPD but does work with other units. And has never missed a target yet.
A long time later.
I now stand leaning against my car in the parking lot. I’m wearing my blue jeans, black trainers and a green tank. It’s late afternoon boarding evening. as I stand there in the cool breeze of a summer evening with the luminescent roze light P3 in above the door of the night club behind me I realise I have absolutely no idea what type of car jac drives. It’s well known that the Celtic Vampyres favour fast sports cars.
I’m starting to get worried I got the wrong dag when a black Lexus LX 570 with tinted windows pulls up and a young pretty dark haired guy gets out the driver's door jeans, short sleeved black tank with black work shoes. He waits a seconde before tossing the keys over the bonnet. I catch a swish of red hair as a hand reaches up and grabs them. The lad then says "thanks for the lift I’ll get a ride with piper later" he turns and walks towards the door. when he he's taken a couple of steps a silky sweet voice antwoorden "sure hardly a lift when u insisted on driving " and in a slightly lower voice that was barely audible to me the passenger added "dickbreath" the retreating figure was no nearing the door, stopped look over and yelled " I heard that and I know u love it really". The passenger gave no reply.
door now the evening was sliding towards dusk. I heard the click of an automatic car locking. seconden later the sound was replaced door the clicking of heels. before I knew it a tall red head in a tight black crop top, boven and dark blue skinny jeans tucked inside black boots with killer heels was standing in front of me head inclined to the right. I barely registered the sight before she turned and walked away. I was dazed standing there. When the same silky voice penetrated the reverie breaking the spell "well are u coming"
I realised the sexy leg women was talking to me as I noticed the perfectly manicured hand beckoning me.
I joined the female and our eyes locked and I found myself getting lost in the blue eyes of a true Celt. moments later she was apologising for being late explaining how she was going to be punctual to make me feel bad but her brother had asked for a lift to work then insisted on driving and taking what he called a short cut but found them stuck behind road works. As we made our way to the entrance she explained that her brother Becker was a barman at the club. We got the entrance and saw the snaking queue expecting to go to the end and wait a century to get in. but instead jac walked straight up to the muscular doorman. He turn smiled and zei "morning jac how are you. Becks drove I see." jac replied "morning Pete yep u know him just + 1 tonight thanks." "Right u are phoenix and who is this fellow I haven't seen him here with u before" “no buff I haven't brought him here before. Pete tomeski known as buffer I’d like u to meet michealngo scarlatti know as spike from SRU" "SRU the big guns then" "buffer really " with that the young guy he I later learned was jac's uncle and works with the robbery squad stepped aside and motioned for us to enter. I gave her a questioning look to which she responded "my brother who the worst driver is ever made worse door the fact he's a cop does have his good bits like being the mate of P3's owner piper. Which means me and my mates get to jump the queue and get discounts on the drinks. In return I work security 3 weekends a month.
The club was brilliant with a stage at the front were a band played the bar was in the middle. The dance floor was directly in front of the stage. Tables sat round the walls. At the back there was a raised area with sofa's and cushions. We headed to the bar bought drinks then jac lead me to the raised area and sat down.
"Another perk u get to sit in the VIP area"
We had a great evening and I realised at the end I felt I could be myself with jac. I could tell her things I’d never told anyone else I could really open up. I realised she had an infectious laugh and silly attitude at times. The waiter at one point brought the wrong drink. Her face went stormy I swear if looks could kill the waiter would be stone cold dead. volgende thing I knew jac had picked the wrong order up and poured over the head of the waiter. She gave me a smug smirk and the waiter looked fuming but then they caught each other's eyes and burst out laughing when the waiter could regain some self control he zei he would go get the correct order. Jac then told him when his shift was over to tell piper that she owed him a drink of his choice. It was a great evening and I realised that jac knew all the waiters as she asked several how sick mothers were, how children were doing and other similar questions. She even asked one if he had got the repair bill for his Porsche if he had she would get it from her brother’s account and run it over to him tomorrow. On her way out I asked why she would get it out of her brother’s account. Her reply was simple because Becker was the one who wrapped Leo’s car round the tree.
at the end of the evening she told me to hold on a sec and walked up to Pete and asked him how he got there that evening he zei that because his car was in the koop he had got her dad to give him a ride on the way in to work. She asked for my keys then gave them to him and asked if he would drop the car of at her flat. She drove me back in her Lexus and then gave me the keys. I asked her why they were her keys and not mine. Her reply was that she could handle alcohol and that she didn't want to risk me getting pulled. She went on to say that she didn't want to drive my car home pagina because after a drink she felt safer to drive her own car of walk. As she knew how it handled. Grabbed a leather jas of the back zitplaats, stoel and pulled it on before reaching in the handschoen box and pulling out a spare set of house keys, holstered off duty gun, mobile and her shield. She attached the gun to her riem alongside the shield, shoved her phone in the left pocket and the keys in the right. "Thank god I dropped don off on the way home pagina I better thank him for leaving his jas in my car. Because I only had time to schommel, swing round and pick up becks I didn't have time to dump my gun of shield. Do u mind if I swap cars tomorrow. I’ll drive yours over to the station house on my way in." I mumbled a yes took the keys and went home pagina to bed in the morning I was a little confused but remembered I had to drive this strange car to work.
Well did I get some remarks from the boys when I rolled up in the Lexus. It made me feel good.
later I was in the gym lifting weights with the rest of team on when winnie came in to tell me a women was in reception asking for me. I was curious and followed. When I got to the reception area I knew who it was even though the women had her back to me it was obvious from the black flared jeans, high heels, leather jas and long red hair. I made my way over to her and she turned when I was halfway. She gave a swish of her hair obviously tonen off to the rest of team one who where now spilling into the reception eager to get an eyeful. Not one to disappoint jac walked over and gave me a peck on the cheek. Making quite clear she was carrying the guys also caught a look at her shield. She zei in the silky voice that I find so sexy “I had fun last night volgende time we go to your dig. Who did she handle this morning” “I had fun to and who’s he the cat’s mother” I glanced at Ed at the mentions of cats. Jac laughed and rocked a little “no the car idiot don’t u guys call them she like sailors refer to boats as she” I was like right “oh great I swear the guys were drooling she’s in one piece door the way no damage” “great just the way I like her yours is as it was when u arrived yesterday well if u ignore the air freshener Pete put in there don’t take as an insult he does it to every car he drives” “oh and catch” with one snel, swift and elegant toss of her arm she had launch my keys at me I fumbled to catch the and throw hers back. Once she had her own keys she turned and began to leave but stop at the door twisted her upper torso and fluttered her fingers at us with a door boys a swish of hair and a click of heels she’d gone. I spent the rest of the dag recanting the story and stopping rumours. Something Sam zei when I told him who she was has been bugging me why if she’s so skilful with a gun and got such a way with words that she can people to do anything why is she still with NYPD and not tried out for SRU. I will ask volgende time…