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River Princess	By : BloodValkyrie Category: 1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 4287 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 46
Escapism and Unfaithfulness

Lydia wanted a nice little coffee. So, one cold afternoon, she went to a nice cafe and sat near a window. The snow had lessened, and so the roads weren't as dangerous as they could have been. Lydia watched people driving by, considering past events. Her hand rubbed her throat as she thought of Brunhilde.
Ouch. Unpleasant memory.
She sipped at a warm little cup of coffee.
A tall man approached her, asking, “Looking to be alone?” He had a simple sort of accent, an ordinary voice.
Lydia looked up at the man. He was slender, but handsome, with dark tanned skin and pretty golden eyes. He had short wavy blond hair and a delicate thin face. His outfit was pretty casual, jeans and T-shirt, a coat of little note.
“Yes,” she told him, putting her eyes back to her drink.
“That's too bad.” The man leaned in a bit and smiled at her. “You look like you could use some company. Don't wanna talk to me?”
“I don't know you,” said Lydia.
“I'm sure you could. Want me to tell you about Belize?”
Lydia quirked her eyebrow. “Why would I want to know about Belize?”
The man sat down at the table, didn't even ask permission. “Well, it's a lovely country, with awesome beaches and resorts, great place to relax and get away from your problems.”
Lydia took another gulp of coffee. “What's your name?”
He reached out to her hand and shook it. “Ryan Street. I used to live in Belize.”
“If it's so great there, why don't you live there anymore?”
Ryan shrugged, but he didn't seem upset. “I ran out of money.”
“You had enough to get home?”
“Had to call a friend for that.” Ryan laced his long fingers together on the table. “I take the occasional odd job here, now. It's not Belize, but it's nice.”
“Have you lived anywhere else?”
“I was born in New York,” he told her.
Lydia smiled at him. “I was born in New York too.”
They just talked for an hour or so, nothing more, just talked.
Lydia found him again the next day, at the same cafe. He was drinking something with foam in it. She chatted with him, told him her name. They talked about other lovely places to visit, like Cancun, Madrid, Paris, New Orleans, etc. Ryan seemed like an average dreamer of a man, wishing he was off somewhere more interesting, doing something more interesting. He wasn't bitter, though.
She liked the hope she saw in his face.
“I have a boyfriend,” she told him in a light warning. “So, don't flirt with me, okay? He'll kick your ass.”
“You probably do have a boyfriend,” Ryan told her. “You're pretty, you know, kind of weird too, but pretty. You have the craziest hair.”
Lydia hid a giggle with her palm. “He's stinking rich, and he's very nice to me; I can't be a bitch to him.”
“Don't even nag him?”
“Maybe I do.” Lydia shrugged. “I dunno. I just try not to be mean.”
“Good for you.” Ryan licked some foam off of his mouth. Lydia didn't know why, but that amused her, and she wished he would do it again. “Nicer you are, the more money you get?”
She winked at him. “You don't wanna piss him off. He's not just rich, he's scary.”
Ryan's smile drooped into a frown. His voice lowered. “Hey, has he …?”
Lydia waved her had and shook her head. “He doesn't beat me.” Then her smile widened.
“I used to have a girlfriend,” Ryan informed, his chest puffing up.
“Used to?”
Ryan's chest went back to normal, and he bit at his lip. “She broke it off.”
“I'm not gonna ask why.” Lydia brought her coffee to her mouth.
He smiled again. “I'll tell you anyway. She found out I was sleeping with a man.”
“Ooooooooooooh Kay.” Lydia put her cup back down. “I'm honored that you're sharing such information with me, considering we don't know each other that well.” She rolled her eyes, but she wanted to laugh at him. “I don't have a problem with you fucking assholes. I do have a problem with you being unfaithful.”
Ryan's nose wrinkled. “Why do you have a problem?”
“Well … normally I wouldn't judge. It's none of my business, but you did kinda put it out there.” She put her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her hand. “It's just that … when you promise to be monogamous … you had better keep the promise.” Then she paused, and her eyes widened.
“Something wrong?”
Lydia shook her head. “Nothing at all.”
She simply realized, or she believed, she had never told Vlad she would ever be monogamous. She just said she'd be his girlfriend. There are several couples in the world who aren't monogamous, so … technically … Vlad shouldn't assume she was monogamous, and she shouldn't assume the same of him.
This was an astounding concept for her …
Lydia caught Vlad in a loophole.
Well … she didn't exactly want to have sex with anyone else. Satisfying one man is enough work for her. Sex was sometimes a bit of a chore. She had to put up with a penis that didn't always feel good, and had to endure sex positions that were usually uncomfortable. Sometimes it felt amazing, really, a fantastic high, but … she really didn't want to deal with more than one dick.
***
Brunhilde was drinking by herself that night.
She was in a bar, with no friends to talk to her. She chugged down all sorts of drinks, but she didn't get drunk. She just liked the tastes and the burning.
Her phone in her jeans pocket vibrated. She got an email from one of her babies. Apparently some important emails were found on a device belonging to one of the vampires she had recently killed over this rebellion. Screenshots were taken, saved, and attached.
The suspicious screen shots of emails showed Mihai was the one who sent them.
They were discussing all sorts of plans and details about taking Brunhilde down.
Her eyes narrowed.
Then some drunk man had the audacity to flirt with her. Brunhilde snapped at him, “Go away!” He didn't listen. His hand went to her shoulder. She punched his abdomen. His eyes bulged and he coughed and whined. Then he fell to the floor. Brunhilde left some money for the bartender and promptly left the bar.
What really bothered her was that the plans in the emails made no sense. They were plans that would've never worked. Plus, there was something mentioned about burning Brunhilde's heart.
According to what Brunhilde knew, Mihai had never known about her heart being so important until after someone had burned it.
There would certainly be more investigating.
***
Lydia saw him again, on another afternoon, in that same cafe.
Ryan Street.
He was wearing a gray beanie hat and a sweet smile. “Nice to see you again!”
Either he really liked the cafe, or he was seeking her out. Lydia talked to him anyway. He said he lived in a tiny apartment. Lydia wondered if living in a small space was good for the mind; maybe it forced you to use storage space wisely. Maybe it made you appreciate the outdoors more. She didn't really know what it was like. It sounded like an adventure.
When Lydia finished her coffee, Ryan offered to buy her another one. It felt like a stupid request, but a sweet one. Lydia told him, “I'll buy you a coffee; how's that?”
She stayed there fifteen minutes longer than last time. She hoped she wouldn't make a habit of staying with him for so long.
Vlad texted her just as she was leaving the cafe. He wanted to go see a movie.
***
Why he wanted to make out in the middle of an action film, Lydia had no clue.
Well, just as the the protagonist as kicking someone's ass with a machine gun, Vlad put his arms around her and kissed her lips. She complied, even enjoyed it, but she really tried to be quiet. They were seated in a corner of the area, with almost no people around them.
His mouth was very warm. He was hugging her so tightly … she felt like nothing could ever hurt her. A sweet relaxation came over her mind.
Then one of his hands crept to her pants. Lydia mewled, but his mouth kept her from being too loud. He pressed his fingers into the fabric, teasing her crotch. Her lower regions seemed to buzz silently, and she was certain she would throb soon.
They left the theater early, and they continued their make out session in the back of Vlad's limousine. It was a little simpler than the limousine he had been lending to Lydia, but it was very comfortable. They had their clothing arranged just enough for coitus, and they went at it with zeal.
He kept her on her side on the floor, her knees drawn up, and penetrated her from behind. It was so tight that Lydia had to push her hand into her mouth, afraid that the driver would hear her scream.
Yet, she didn't exactly have an orgasm.
It was more like … pain that didn't hurt, if that made sense, and it wasn't exactly pleasure.
***
She found him again on another day, Ryan Street, that simple man with simple everyday desires.
This time he was in a bookstore. He waved at her. She went to him and grinned. She didn't know she was grinning until she saw her reflection in a window.
They didn't do a single sinful thing. They just talked about books.
Then he asked for her email address.
Lydia hesitated for perhaps fifteen seconds.
She gave it to him.
***
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