The bartender raised an eyebrow at the girl as she set a box on the counter of his bar. “You’re that Summer girl, right?” he asked absently, and then nodded as he stepped away to find his employer. Several minutes later, he returned, “Vex’ll be out momentarily.”
And several moments later, the Mesmer appeared, walking over to where Summer stood at the bar. He was dressed in his finest. “‘Ello, Precious,” he greeted, “Ya called?”
Vex shook his head, biting back his annoyance, “Nothing, love. I’m just bloody sick of people thinking you’re just ‘ere to feed off of.” Curling closer to her, he sighed, “Bloody Fae.”
“What difference does it make? Unless it means they think they get a share of me too I’m not sure why it matters. I know how you feel. She turned his face to look into his dark eyes. “Maybe better than you do, sometimes. Vex, I love you. That’s what matters.” After a quick kiss, she smiled at him. “I’m not even sure I’d know if you fed on me.”
The Mesmer shrugged his shoulders, “It doesn’t matter, really, it just gets on my nerves sometimes, Precious.” He smiled and kissed her back, hugging her close to his chest, “I love you too, Summer.” He paused, lips moving to ghost over her neck affectionately, “And you’d know, even if you didn’t realize it as that.” The control. She enjoyed it during their ‘play time’, but it was feeding nonetheless, despite her probably not considering it that.
“Well, then,” she said, giving in to the glorious shudder that crawled up her spine, “unless you want to go knock them all silly for being so stupid, I hardly see why it matters. Eventually they’ll remember I’m not any more human, really, than they are.” She bared her teeth in a slash of a smile. “Even if they’re remembering it from inside a column of flame.”