Annabelle wanted to touch him. So used to taking whatever she wanted, she was moved when *** shyly pulled her closer… He molded his body to hers, his breathing echoing her own: ragged and harsh.“Let’s go outside,” he whispered. The Indigo woman let him lead her one block away into an alleyway. She threw her arms about his neck…and their tongues danced... (censored)Annabelle lifted one leg to curl around him…she was giving of herself with no quarter -- tossing care to the wind. What spell had this human cast over her with his soft eyes and whispers, his compassion and longing?With a moan she let him carry her forward into a river of desire… (censored)From the corner of her eye she saw them.Three men blocked the alleyway. The leader standing at the forefront was Indigo; another to his right and behind him Fuchsia; and the man to his left Amber. They were dressed in planet uniforms. But their tunics were unbuttoned and the interlocking green tattoos on their chests and bellies marked them as Scorpion gang members.Now Annabelle remembered that Topaz gangs roamed the streets after dark preying on those unfortunate -- or foolish -- enough to be out.*** saw them and pulled away from her, hastily zipping up his pants. The Indigo man smiled unpleasantly: “My turn next, right brother?” His friends laughed.She pulled her skirt down, her eyes darting from one to the other. None of them was holding a weapon. Confident that they outnumbered their prey, they hadn’t bothered to draw them. But she spied the knives and firearms holstered in their waistbands.Annabelle waited for the inevitable.*** stepped in front of her, hands held out in a gesture of surrender. “We don’t have any money, man!”“Oh I can’t see that,” the leader rumbled. “Good thing we don’t want any, right?” The thugs laughed again. “You standing in front of what we want. Now if you’ll just move outta the way, we’ll help ourselves.”“Come on man -- !” *** pleaded.“I said move!”*** didn’t bulge, though he was shaking. For the second time that day, she was shocked. He was ready to give up his life…for her?“Please, just let us go home --”The leader pulled the blade from pants, pressed its button and a six inch knife popped out. “You don’t do hear so good -- do you?” He advanced on them.Like lightening she blurred around ***, grabbed him by his shoulders and breathed green midst into his mouth.“What the f--- ?!”“Shit!”Even before *** eyes glazed over in hypnosis she turned to face the Indigo thug, her tunic whipping around in speed. The dark woman grabbed his throat, lifted him and threw him across the street… While his friends looked on in stunned amazement.As he slammed into the lamp post there, she leaped --airborne -- and touched down to meet him swinging her foot in a roundhouse arc against his temple. His head whipped to the right and she heard a satisfying snap, as his neck broke.Behind Annabelle his friends had regained their senses and, exchanging incredulous glances, pulled their tasers and leveled them at her back. Topaz could be a strange place, especially at night. After all, this was the Time of Legend. Best not to dwell on it.Annabelle jumped into the air -- taser fire shattered the windows behind the lamp post where she’d stood only a moment ago -- and landed in front of them. Laughing, she snatched the weapons from their grasp, and dropped them to the concrete.The nosferatu shoved the Fuchsia man into the building on her right, knocking the wind out of him. His Amber crony screamed in terror and fled.Annabelle jerked the Fuchsia’s thug head to the side violently and drank....Copyright 2008 Valjeanne Jeffers all rights reserved
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