“So, if you’re not a vampire, then what are you?” she dared to ask as they were almost back at her street.
Zer grinned, showing off his pointy teeth. “Just an immortal demon who stalks innocent girls like you at night for his amusement.”
She laughed. “No, but seriously. If you’re not a cosplayer or a vampire, then what are you?”
They were at her home now. She stopped at the door and he reached out to return the leash to her.
“As I said, you don’t believe me.” He studied her again, however, in contrary to the men the other night, he wasn’t really looking at her body at all. Instead, his red eyes traveled over her face and found hers, holding her steady on the ground, captured in his gaze. “But I don’t mind. I’d rather have you’re not afraid of me. Walking was fun.”
King pulled softly towards the door and Amanda had to give a jolt back to him. For some reason she wasn’t ready to go back inside yet. Something about Zer was so strange, so interesting. “Then would you walk with me again?”
His face split into a smile. “Well, that was exactly what I was hoping you would ask. How nice of you.” Then he reached out again, but this time not to her face, but her hand. He pulled it up softly, then made a graceful bow as he kissed her fingertips. His lips were soft and warm as they brushed her skin. “I’ll escort you again tomorrow night, if you wish so, my lady.”
She giggled and pulled back her hand. “Alright then, but don’t be late or I might go look for another not-cosplayer-or-vampire freak to walk with me.”
He grinned. His pupils morphed and changed into ovals like a cat’s. “Sure thing. No man in his right mind would keep a beautiful lady waiting.” He bowed again, ever so graceful, then stepped back. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then.”
As she responded with a goodbye, he slid away into the night, fusing with the shadows around him, like he’d never been there.