One Week: Saturday Night 1
You fasten the top button of your shirt as you step out into the breezy night. You are in Bath, England on vacation. A couple of hours ago, when it was still daylight, it didn’t seem like any big deal to slip away from your tour group. The postal museum was all well and good, but when you found out that the city offered a Ghost Walk, you decided to go your own way. Now, sufficiently spooked, you find yourself daring the long stroll back to the hotel with nearly deserted streets, a cold wind whipping your hair around your face and dark heavy clouds swirling around the moon overhead.
As you walk, you pass by a park on your right. You cast a glance over the four foot stone wall and see a rather gorgeous man wearing glasses, a leather jacket, gray pullover sweater and blue jeans. He has his hands in his pockets and paces anxiously between two lampposts next to a bench. Just your luck, he seems to be waiting for someone. You look him over once again. ‘Someone very lucky,’ you think.
Just as you are about to turn your attention back to where you are walking, you see two men approach the other man from behind. He doesn’t seem to see them and from the way that they are moving, you don’t feel that that is such a good idea. Plus, it might just be the shadows, but something looks really really wrong with their faces.
"Hey look out!" You call to him.
He looks to you, and then around him. Spurred into action by your warning, the two ugly men have broken into a run. By the time your hunk of eye candy has a chance to turn around, they have grabbed him and brought him to the ground.
"Get off of him!" Since you forgot to pack your better judgment on this trip anyway, you grasp hold of the stone wall and vault yourself over it. As soon as your feet touch down on the other side, you run toward the three-man tangle. On your way, you spy a medium-sized branch on the ground near a tree. You pick it up and continue toward the melee.
"I said GET OFF!" You swing the branch and hit the attacker on top with as much force as you can. It strikes him on the back and he groans loudly. The distraction is enough for Gorgeous to kick free of both of them and jump to his feet.
He makes eye-contact with you, smiling gratefully. It lasts only a second however as the attackers are soon back on their feet. "Get to safety!" He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and begins to reach inside of his jacket.
"But what about you?!" You have the branch swung back over your shoulder as if you were at home plate. Gorgeous delivers an impressive spin kick to one of them and knocks him down.
"Don’t worry about me! Just go!"
You can’t help but smile. "Can’t. Sorry." The one you hit charges you. "I’m invested now." You swing forward again, this time hitting him on the chin. It knocks him back toward Gorgeous who produces a wooden stake from inside his jacket. He stabs your attacker through the back with it. You watch in surprise as the former threat disintegrates into a flurry of dust. You blink, finding yourself in direct eye-contact with Gorgeous once more when the remnants clear. "Vampire?"
He nods and approaches you. His hands gently grasp your arms. "Are you alright?" You nod. He smiles. "Good. My name is Rupert. Rupert Giles. I believe I owe you a debt of gratitude."
You introduce yourself and are about to speak when a moan from the vampire Rupert kicked reminds you of his presence. And as if you needed more ambiance, the clouds above choose that moment to deliver on their earlier threat. Rain begins to pour down on you both.
"I suggest we take this somewhere else." Rupert slips an arm around your waist and leads you toward the path. As you look, the entrance to the park has five vampires standing across it. "Um… best try back this way I think."
Your fast walk soon becomes a full-blown run, Rupert holding your hand and pulling you along behind him as he leads you into the woods. The ground is becoming slippery from the rain, both of you taking turns falling down as you try to gain distance between yourselves and the pursuing vampires. The rapidly descending grade of the hill that you find yourselves on is not helping matters any.
The sound of a twig snapping from far too close behind causes Rupert to look back, and you to rush forward away from the noise even faster. The resulting collision between the two of you has you locked in an embrace and rolling uncontrollably down the hill.
You find yourself coming to an abrupt halt somewhere at the bottom when you crash into a cluster of bush thick enough not to give way to your momentum. You are both breathing hard from adrenaline and fear. Soon, his hand gently brushes your cheek, pushing your hair back away from your face. You smile at him and straighten his glasses.
"Are you alright?"
You nod. "I think so. You?"
"Luckily, yes."
The two of you are soaked to the bone, but you can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other. Your tumble down the slope has left you with your legs wrapped around his hips. His hand remains on your cheek, caressing there.
"W-we should find some shelter. We need somewhere to get out of the rain," he says quietly.
"Yes. And to hide from the vampires until the sun comes up."
"Yes," he whispers, inching closer.
Neither of you makes a move to stand. Instead, your lips come together. The kiss is tentative at first but soon builds into something much hotter. After what seems like an eternity, Rupert slides his mouth to the side of your neck. You sigh happily and begin to hike up the hem of his sweater and jacket so that you can run your hands over the smooth warmth of his back. He growls near your ear and it sends a tremble through you.
A loud sound causes you to look toward the top of the hill.
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