A Vampire's Garden of Stones

He was pretty sure that if he said “Boo” she’d jump from the car regardless of how fast he was going. He offered up a slight smile. He couldn’t blame her really, he was aware that he could be a tad… intimidating, perhaps even overbearing at times. Okay, that was just bullshit he was intimidating most all of the time. He couldn’t help it really, it came with the territory. It was hard not to be threatening when you were a Guardian or more officially if you preferred to throw down titles which he didn’t – Vampire Guardian Assassin. He did kill people for a living. Granted they were evil, but he threw badass attitude around on a nightly basis because that’s what assholes he exterminated understood. He looked over at Jamie, so small and fragile, her injured hand lying in her lap, the other tucked up close to the door latch. As if... Jamie felt relief when he pulled the Jaguar up beside her house and killed the engine. She fumbled at the door until the mysterious tall dark and oh so handsome vampire slowly leaned his bulk across her and opened it for her. “Thanks,” she said softly, feeling suddenly warm all over at his sudden nearness and like an idiot because she couldn’t open the door herself. “I’ve never been in such a fancy car before.” He enjoyed the flush he’d brought so easily to her cheeks. “You’re welcome.” Oh my gawd he has a voice to die for. It was all she could do to not look over her shoulder like a teenager with a crush to make sure he was following her. You don’t know how right you may be little girl.