We had to go back past our block to get to the Wreck Centre, so we drop our shopping on the way past, and then continue on towards the edge of town.
The girl who I had started to call Rusty in my head keeps her distance. But this playing hard to get didn’t work well for her, as she couldn’t keep her eyes off me for more than ten seconds, her eyes staring longingly at my lips. It was almost like she had a death wish.
Not wanting to make mundane conversation with Rio’s idiotic friends I stayed walking with Styx, who was a man of few words. This was a trait I valued in him though. In my position it’s hard not to get lonely, I spend my life seeking out people to kill; anyone who gets close to me in the wrong way is doomed. I also have to move around a lot, because my body is technically not part of this world. The rules of change in this world don’t apply, my body doesn’t age. When people begin to ask questions about how I manage to stay so youthful I know it’s time to cut all chords and move on – to a new town with new prey. I know I’ll never be committed to one place so I find it hard to care about making friends, because I know I’m going to abandon them. I can never seem to talk myself into going out and making an effort. People have to come to me, and even when they do I try to push them away. But with Styx, he doesn’t try to force anything, he doesn’t try and make mundane conversation, and as a result I had no opportunity to push him away – before I even realized it myself he was closer to me than anyone.
“Styx, you were going to ask me something in the store?” I ask, tearing my eyes from Rusty for a few seconds to look up at Styx walking beside me, only to find he was already looking down on me – a curious expression on his face.
“It’s not really appropriate surrounded by people.”
“Oh. Okay.” I look away, back to Rusty, whose eyes were once again glued to me.
The Wreck Centre is an old abandoned building on the outside of town. It used to be the Recreation Centre, but then a new one was built. The old one was left to fall in a state of disrepair and some genius graffitied the sign outside to ‘Wreck’ instead of ‘Rec.’.
I stepped through the space where the gate used to be at the back of the group, Styx still by my side. I took in all the beer cans, and worse, that littered the unkempt undergrowth at my feet. The door hung off its hinges and the last of the glass panes clung desperately to the broken windows. Following the rest of the group through the door we made our way through to the back room and sat down, back against the walls, up on the remnants of tables.
Styx and I sat closest to the door, our legs stretched out in front of us, his noticeably longer than mine.
Unable to help herself, Rusty sat on my other side.
“I know. Rio’s told me about you.” I cast a side glance at Rio, only to find her watching us, eyebrows raised, but she looked away the moment we made eye contact.
“Ah, she has, and what has she been saying?”
“Only that you were single. Which was all I wanted to know really.”
If Rusty was going to carry on being this forward, my next soul was going to be a piece of cake.
“Was she telling the truth?” Rusty continued, sliding her hand gently along my upper thigh, staring at me intently.
“Our Rio’s a very honest girl,” I said, giving Rusty a grin I knew she would interpret as a sign to continue.
“Want a beer?” offered a nameless, faceless person.
“No thanks, I don’t drink.” I said, hoping Rusty would follow suit.
“Harriet?” the person continued.
“I…” Rusty looked at me then at the beer.
“Don’t,” I said coyly, “I don’t want to have my conversation with you dictated by alcohol. I want to get to know you.”
“No.” Rusty said decisively, turning away from the beer. Nameless and faceless shrugged and left.
“And I when you kiss me I want to know it’s you wanting me, not he alcohol.” I continued, looking deep into her eyes. Next to me I felt Styx tense. He got up and went to Rio. I couldn’t blame him; he was probably feeling ill from all the cheesy idiotic lines I was dishing out. I thought they were ridiculous, but Rusty clearly didn’t as she let out a low shuddering breath at the idea of kissing me.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I continued suddenly, snapping her out of her reverie.
You know that if there’s one thing anyone can talk about it’s themselves. For the next hour we were there, and I get the ins and outs of Rusty’s life, all her friends and family, and all of her little problems. The only effort on my part was the occasional sympathetic nod and having to ask ‘What’s that like?’ and ‘How does that make you feel?’ every time the conversation ran a little dry.
Slowly I brought her closer to me, first touching her hand at occasional intervals. Then, when she told me about the death of her grandparents, leaving it there in sympathy. Slowly I brought her closer to my body, and by the time we were leaving she was under my arm, her head resting on my shoulder, still talking.
“You coming, Jet?” Rio asked, as we left he Wreck Centre, all the other people going off in different directions towards their homes.
“No thanks, I’m going to walk her home.” Thankfully Rusty didn’t notice the pause I left after her name, trying to remember what her real name actually was. But as I had learned from two hours listening to her ramble – she was a very stupid girl, and it passed by her notice.
Rusty didn’t live far. I glanced up and down the street, pleased to note it was empty.
“Would you like to come in?” Rusty asked, looking hopefully up at me.
“No, not now. I want to know you’ll come for diner with me tomorrow night.” I could see the glint of excitement in her eyes, I was evidently no ordinary date, and clearly I wanted to take it slowly – respect her. What a catch.
Brushing back a lock of her hair I leaned down, her lips parted before I even got to her mouth she wanted it so badly. Our lips met and I chanted the incantation under my breath.