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Perhaps it was the cold air pressing against my back, the smoke stinging my throat. Or, perhaps, it was I just no longer gave two shakes of my d**k anymore. Yes. I believe the latter is right because I stood there, in the chill four am air, brown eyes locked on the tear streaked face of a woman. I couldn’t help but ask myself, had her tears grown cool against your cheeks? I literally shook the question out of my mind and tried, yet again, to listen to her weak, whining voice. ******** her tears. I bet they came out frozen.

“I-I-I hate him,” her breath fogged in the air whilst she gasped for more, sobs echoing in the silence. I could hear my own eardrums committing suicide.

“What did he do this time, Gabby?” I tried to sound concerned, curious, eager to help. But, in all honesty, I was just watching the end of her cigarette glow, the air mist and fall before her mouth and the image of me pushing her onto her face. God, how I dreamt of doing that.

Gabby took another thick suck of smoke from her cigarette, the end flared. I watched her face, watched her eyes work as she tried to come up with what he, her boyfriend, or rather, one of them, have done this time. What has she not used in a while? I kept my face pleasantly blank as I thought with her. Found a phone number in his pocket.

“I found a ph-phone number in his pocket. In girls’ handwriting. He’s cheating on me!” She sobbed again and launched herself at me, wanting a hug. I didn’t offer an embrace but she was the kind of girl who took what she wanted. Her arms automatically locked themselves around my neck, the heat of the cigarette beating against my skin. Yes, she has burned me with them before.

I didn’t hug back. I only smiled. If there had been another male here I would have given a high-five for guessing tonight’s excuse right. But, then again, if there was another male here, Gabby probably would have been blowing him. “Gabs, are you not seeing… four other men?”

She sniffed, hand twitching. The ash from the cig fell down my shirt. My body tensed but I stayed locked in her thick arms. I wasn’t pleased. My body did not like this and yet it had become a regular thing. “Six. But it’s different! H-h-he shouldn’t be dating other girls!”

“Why?” It was all I could ask. I was tired. Of this. Of the males. Of her never being wrong. God, was I tired.

She went quiet, arms growing limp around my neck. Her body started to pull back from mine. And then, I felt it.

Power danced along my skin, biting at it, stabbing. It was an uncomfortable feeling but I stood with it, went along with her. She stood before, head barely even my shoulders. Her face was turned down, arms swinging freely at her side. There was no cigarette anymore.

“When did you start caring for the humans?” Gabby’s voice was a harsh hiss now, all traces of the sadness she portrayed only moments ago drowned under that angry power. I was not in the mood for this. I never was.

I brought my hand up to my face and started rubbing my temples. My fingers felt like ice against my skin. A headache was coming on and I wanted to go home. I want to crawl into bed and sleep. “Lately you have been very careful to not say my name, Gabriella. Yes. You’ve used the utmost care to avoid it for the past three days. Not even in phone calls, texts or letters. Have you decided you no longer like the sound of my name?”

This grabbed her attention. She lifted her face then, eyes locking on mine.

Naturally, her eyes are a crisp light blue, almost white. They were large and gorgeous, traced with pale eyelashes to match her hair. All in all, Gabriella was an absolutely beautiful female. I would never deny this. Her looks were something that most guys wish they could bone. And, good news, most guys have the chance to get in her pants.

Gabby’s anger filled her irises filled with blue fire. It was bright, shining and crackled with the heat of her rage. If she was a little less controlled, her whole eye would have been swallowed by the flames.

Her lips were soft and a pale rose petal pink. They were locked forever in a perfect, kissable pout. Even the pale pink of her cheeks stood out against her skin. She was in fact that pale. I let my eyes trace those lips, that curve of the jaw, the flame dashed eyes. I laughed.

“Why are you laughing?!” The hiss turned into a scream. I looked at her eyes in that scream filled second and was able to watch that brilliant blue flame dance around the pupil of her eye until all that was left was the fire. Then, all that was left was fire.