New Beginnings

Chapter 4
Lillie’s Haven


The two men sat at a corner booth. They were opposites in every way. While Julian was urbane and smartly dressed, Frank was sloppy dresser and haggard looking. He was a cop. They were wary adversaries. However, Julian respected Frank’s tenacity. Several months ago, Frank found out about the masquerade and the Kindred, while dating Julian’s ex-girlfriend Alexandra. When Alexandra died, Frank blamed Julian. But as Prince, Julian’s first priority was to protect the masquerade. He tried to save Alexandra, but she did not want protection for herself, only for the last person she had loved, Frank.


After talking for several minutes about inane things, Julian got down to business. He told Frank what he had learned at the Conclave. But Frank said he didn’t know anything. He told Julian, that he didn’t care if all Kindred were wiped out. Julian then reminded Frank, that whatever is coming might start a war with the humans as well, maybe then Frank would care. Frank promised he would look into it.


Looking around the crowded room, Frank noticed someone walking into the club. “Wow, who’s that,” he said, pointing to the doorway.


Julian couldn’t answer him, because he was speechless. The same electric current that he had felt before now arched through him.


She walked into the room as if she owned it. She carried herself confidently; aware of the appreciated glances she was receiving. She was petite, her body slender with a hint curves with high firm breasts, which seemed a handful. Her smooth skin glowed with pale gold undertones and her honey colored hair tumbled carelessly down her back. She was wearing a dark green handkerchief style halter-top and black leather pants, molded to her like a second skin with matching high-heeled sandal. In all, she was breathtaking…


“Hi,” Buffy said breathlessly to Julian, upon reaching his table. She was enjoying the looks she was receiving. It had been along time since she felt sexy, invincible. “Do you like my outfit?” she asked, turning around, so that Frank and Julian could view the back. Her back was bare, with only a butterfly tattoo that was imprinted at the small of her back, disappearing into the seat of her pants.


“Oh, yes,” Frank murmured, incredibly turned on. She was stunning.


Julian was stunned. He had not reacted to the mere sight of a woman in a long time. Already he could feel his cock hardening beneath his pants. He liked what he was looking at, yes indeed.


“Introduce me,” Frank demanded, nudging the stupefied Julian. He wanted to get to know this beautiful woman.


“Uh,” said Julian, coming out of his stupor enough to notice the other man’s fascination with Buffy. “Frank Kohanek, meet Elisabeth Winters,” said Julian. “Frank is a detective on the San Francisco police department.” He wanted Buffy all to himself. No one should see or touch her. He wanted to feel her golden curves against and beneath him, but he knew she wouldn’t allow him to keep her locked up.


“I can’t believe I would live to see the day that Julian Luna would be speechless,” said Frank said, pushing Julian aside to take Buffy’s hand in his. “It is nice to meet you, Elisabeth Winters,” he said, bending down to drop a kiss on her palm. He laughed silently. Big bad Julian Luna, seems almost bowled over, by a girl


“Thank you. Nice to meet you too,” said Buffy, charmed. She liked Julian’s friend. Something about him, reminded her of Xander.


“Don’t you have things to do?” growled Julian, irate that Frank was touching his woman.


“Au revior, Ms Winters, Luna,” Frank nodded and smiled. Thinking, she must be someone special.


“Call me Lissa,” Buffy said to Frank’s retreating back.


“Au revior, Lissa,” he said, looking back.


“Stay away from him,” growled Julian, incense by the friendly banter between Buffy and Frank.


“Why?” Buffy asked curiously, going to sit the table that Frank had just recently left. “He seems like a nice man.”


“He hates all Kindred,” said Julian, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. Julian was appalled. He had not been this possessive even with his ex- girlfriends, but he want to throw Buffy down on the ground and ravish her until he was sated.


“Uh, he seems friendly enough. And isn’t he your friend.”


“Friends?” He asked quizzically. He never thought of Frank as a friend. He is not an enemy, but he wasn’t a friend either, more like a friendly adversary. “Yes well, keep away from him,” Julian said annoyed.


“Why should I,” Buffy retorted. “I am not Kindred.”


“Because I said so. Plus you are with one,” he said, trying to get his raging libido under control.


First time in months, Buffy felt alive. There was definite sparkage between her and Julian. Normally she wouldn’t be with a guy that was so possessive, but it is nice to be taken care of for a change. She felt all brainwashy, not like the Buffinator. She was under a spell. She no longer cared about being the slayer, she was final destiny-free. Shyly, she reached across the table to touch Julian’s hand.


Julian watched her, his eyes glowing with an inner passion. Part of her wanted to revel in his gaze the other wanted to hide.


Julian swallowed audibly. He wanted to grab her into a secluded area, where he could do what he had been thinking of for the last couple of days. He looked around the crowded room. But it is not politically correct to be seen dragging a woman by the hair. “How did you get here?” he said abruptly.


“Sasha brought me,” Buffy said, withdrawing her hands, nervously. She felt like she was on fire, just from the intensity of his gaze. “She thought some celebration would be order, after buying all those wonderful clothes. Wait till you get the bills,” Buffy said, her voice shaky and husky.


“You deserve the best,” he said, his voice a velvet murmur.


“Thank you,’ she said, wetting her suddenly parched lips, and letting her gaze roam familiarly over his face.


“Think nothing of it, it is only money,” Julian said, watching that wet pink tongue, that peaked out of her mouth. “Come one, let us get out of here,” Julian said abruptly, standing up, using her body as shield to hide his burgeoning hard-on. “Where’s Sasha?” he asked, looking down at her, not caring about his niece’s whereabouts.


“She’s with Cash.” Buffy said breathlessly, preceding Julian towards the door, her hips swaying unconsciously to the beat of a song, playing in the background.


Julian’s groan was lost in the noise of the club.


Both did not notice Lillie watching them, through the see-thru mirror from the second level.