by Anonymous
"But Onimbus, we can spend the day at the beach. Or anywhere you want. With the -warmth of the sun- washing over us." Her pleas had been incessant for the duration of the destinationless ride through the Hollywood streets. "Can’t you imagine shopping on Melrose in -broad daylight-?" She gestured outside, at all the shops they passed.
So many years it’d been since he’d even thought about seeing the sun rise. It seemed the chance of a lifetime. So many of their kind would, and have, killed for such a chance. So many had ended their unlives in hopes of a mere glimpse. But he wasn’t most. He was like no other. Yet, he couldn’t deny her this. After all, what harm could it possibly do either of them? The mere appearence of this question within his psyche should have been warning enough.
"Please, baby. For me. Induldge me on this an’ I’ll never ask for another thing. Please!"
He offered a snort, followed by his oft-present sneer. Afterall, the mere thought of her never asking for anything again was ludicrous, if not somewhat disheartening. How she loved it when he sneered. She knew he was on the verge of giving in.
"I’ll even take all the cartoon character stuff out of our bedroom an’ put it in the dogs room." Not quite a whine, but she’d restort to that if need be.
"Even Scooby? An’ the Winnie the Pooh stuff?"
A radiant smile dances onto her lips. She knew she had won. "Even Scooby. ‘Specially Pooh. Hmm… I letcha tie me to the rack for a week?"
He simply, and damned near imperceptibly nodded.
"Oooh, I love you!" Almost child-like in it’s enthusiasm, she doubted she’d ever meant anything as much as she meant those words to him. Leaning over, she cupped his face in her hands an’ gave him a big smooch on his lips, as they were stopped at a red light.
"You better," he grumbled as the engine purred, before coming to a stop outside the Beverly Center. "Now?"
She nodded, that damned smile still lingering on her lips only caused him to grumble more. Not that her gloating actually irritated him, he too had his moments.
Gently, she twisted the top from the vile an’ raised it to her nose. An action that prompted the feature to crinkle with slight digust.
"Eww," she offered. Yet the bad smell, an’ taste that promised to be even worse wasn’t enough to keep her from sharing this with him. Not even close. Her eyes raised to meet his as she drank half of the contents and passed it over.
Hesitance.
Had a clue as to what events were to transpire in the next 36 hours surely it would have been enough to change their(her) mind. But the deed was done, their fates sealed.