?I want you to get him for me. Follow his scent.? The voice on the phone repeated twice, the gentle sound of plucked guitar strings, done with the utmost care. A body shifted against the wall. ?You always want new toys to play with.? Crooned into the phone, no hint of sarcasm more adoration in that voice. ?I will get him for you, Leandro.?Even if a noncommittal grunt erupted from Angelo's lips following the words.
Angelo pushed his body from the wall, a guitar strap wrapped tight around his torso, his love held close while he slid the phone into his leather pocket. ?Hm. A new toy.? Heavy hitting boots to the pavement and a hand pulled something else entirely from the next pocket, a clove cigarette, that lit the moment it touched Angelo?s lips. The night held a dampness in it, reeking of so many different scents. It was a different scent that caught his attention, head tilting toward the building not far from where he was standing. Dragons, vampires, shifters, humans, so many different scents wafted in and out from that building and about strangled Angelo?s senses.
To focus on one scent, however with that one particular tickling at him, he pushed aside most and kept that one close, one that he would follow when his job was done. The scent of that one, divine, where he could almost taste what the flesh would be like between his teeth, against his rough tongue. Unconsciously, teeth grated down on the end of the clove, low rumble of a growl in his chest and up into his throat as it dropped halved to the wet pavement. ?Waste.?
A black boot stepped down on the clove, ending its life, his head turned toward the building. Narrowed eyes, twitch of fingers against his lover?s chords, letting her weep a gentle melody. ?You will have blood tonight. First I have a job.? Murmured words until the melody ceased and long fingers cradled the guitar closer until being lifted from his body. ?Take her.? Dark shroud, black as the night sky, encased around the guitar and closed without ostentation until it vanished. With his love safe at the Cathedral, Angelo set out for the grind of thick boots down on the pavement, prowling after the one scent he was meant to follow.
Gentle sound of creaking leather, his body felt almost naked without his love at his side, but she would be fed and painted with crimson when the next scent was to be followed. For now, Leandro made it clear that he wanted Angelo to find the toy for him. A boy with certain gifts and those gifts were those that Angelo knew to guard himself against. He could have some fun with the boy before dragging him off to Leandro, as long as he was kept in one piece by the end of it. Torn limbs could not be counted, so easily those came off.
Harder crunching and grind of boots on the pavement while Angelo pushed himself up and launched himself toward the top of a nearby building. No need to scale it, not when he was growing fairly tired of the scents below and needed that escape from them. Focus on the one. Lowering down into a crouch, narrowed light eyes scanned the area ahead, voices and bodies. Upward curl at the corner of luscious lips.
The boy would be found within the hour.
Angelo pushed his body from the wall, a guitar strap wrapped tight around his torso, his love held close while he slid the phone into his leather pocket. ?Hm. A new toy.? Heavy hitting boots to the pavement and a hand pulled something else entirely from the next pocket, a clove cigarette, that lit the moment it touched Angelo?s lips. The night held a dampness in it, reeking of so many different scents. It was a different scent that caught his attention, head tilting toward the building not far from where he was standing. Dragons, vampires, shifters, humans, so many different scents wafted in and out from that building and about strangled Angelo?s senses.
To focus on one scent, however with that one particular tickling at him, he pushed aside most and kept that one close, one that he would follow when his job was done. The scent of that one, divine, where he could almost taste what the flesh would be like between his teeth, against his rough tongue. Unconsciously, teeth grated down on the end of the clove, low rumble of a growl in his chest and up into his throat as it dropped halved to the wet pavement. ?Waste.?
A black boot stepped down on the clove, ending its life, his head turned toward the building. Narrowed eyes, twitch of fingers against his lover?s chords, letting her weep a gentle melody. ?You will have blood tonight. First I have a job.? Murmured words until the melody ceased and long fingers cradled the guitar closer until being lifted from his body. ?Take her.? Dark shroud, black as the night sky, encased around the guitar and closed without ostentation until it vanished. With his love safe at the Cathedral, Angelo set out for the grind of thick boots down on the pavement, prowling after the one scent he was meant to follow.
Gentle sound of creaking leather, his body felt almost naked without his love at his side, but she would be fed and painted with crimson when the next scent was to be followed. For now, Leandro made it clear that he wanted Angelo to find the toy for him. A boy with certain gifts and those gifts were those that Angelo knew to guard himself against. He could have some fun with the boy before dragging him off to Leandro, as long as he was kept in one piece by the end of it. Torn limbs could not be counted, so easily those came off.
Harder crunching and grind of boots on the pavement while Angelo pushed himself up and launched himself toward the top of a nearby building. No need to scale it, not when he was growing fairly tired of the scents below and needed that escape from them. Focus on the one. Lowering down into a crouch, narrowed light eyes scanned the area ahead, voices and bodies. Upward curl at the corner of luscious lips.
The boy would be found within the hour.