Sephora - Black cat on the left
He should’ve known the moment she crossed paths with him after six months of seemingly vanishing out of thin air, reappearing in a deserted street right behind him on Halloween night, her eyes alight with excitement and her face as pretty as it always was, maybe even more so.
She smiled when he noticed her and in retrospect, he would’ve preferred the usual scowl.
Why did you leave? The question passed between them unsaid, settled in the smoke of his lit cigar that he kept close as always. He forgot to take the next drag when she looked at him with something akin to regret.
Does it matter? as she smoothed down the collar of his coat that he had turned up against the freezing October air, maybe the most affectionate of her habits. Out loud, she said:
“I missed you.” She said?
He raised his eyebrows. He really should’ve known then and there, he was a fool, he never paid attention, she had told him he never paid attention when it mattered and yet -
“Missed me?” Disbelief. “Well there’s something I never thought I’d hear you say.”
Her smile was secrets, promises, her smile was strange, familiar, sin dripping from the corners of her lips. She wasn't here to talk but what that really meant, he wouldn't understand until much later.
“Things change. I know I did.”
“Enough to tell me to go fuck myself, turn around and leave?”
Blake responded by pulling him forward eagerly, her lips pressing against his in their usual- cold, cold, so cold . She flinched when he did.
He watched her in mild confusion for a moment, saw her contemplating things he wouldn't attempt to make sense of - Blake's mind always raced a mile a minute and slowing her down never ended well for him - and when she turned, a smirk to rival his own carved into her expression, he was pretty sure he could hear his stomach drop.
Roman felt strangely hazy.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” She ran her hand along his cheek, down his neck to his collarbone, watching him shiver in response to her touch with admiration. Then, her fingers hooked into the gap between the first button of his coat and the shirt beneath, yanking it off with no effort at all. "And it wasn't meant to happen. I'm sorry. You know I mean that, right?" It unsettled him how she was neither lying nor telling the truth.
Blake put her hand where his heart should be. He somehow wished he missed the way she licked her lips.
“I can’t read minds, Kitty", he hissed impatiently, pushing her hand away. He never intended to make her angry but then, he was angry himself now.
Her head snapped back, expression grim as she sized him up. “I thought I had it under control.”
The temptation to ask what, exactly, she thought she had under control hung heavily in the air between them. But Roman didn’t think he wanted to know.
She slammed his head back against the concrete wall behind them with so much force that it took his breath away for a few terrible seconds. Her hand fisted in his hair when he tried to move.
“Blake -”, he choked out, not sure whether to be scandalized or terrified. Blood pounded in his ears, adrenaline rushing through him while he fought the faint sensation at the back of his mind telling him to pass out while he still had the chance. His head hurt. It was cold. They weren't going anywhere for a few hours.
“As they say, never trust a black cat crossing your path.” He watched the cigar stub land in a nearby puddle after she flicked it from his fingers. Her smile deepened into something sinister, something not quite human. Roman swallowed when he noticed the glint in her eyes, the dangerous tilt of her head.
“You’re shit at remembering sayin -” The words died in his throat when she bared her fangs at him.
She laughed at his choice of words, piercing, alluring, nothing like herself before she leaned close, tugging his head to the left almost gently as she silenced him with a hand to his mouth. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered:
“Happy Halloween, Roman.”
I should’ve known , he thought when teeth broke skin and muffled screams broke the night.
This story can also be found on AO3.
Still the first day of Spooky Shorts! Of course, this is purely self-indulgent lmao. You know me.
