Seemingly Innocent and Strangely Sexy [ Chapter Two]

Daniel was shocked. No, he was more than shocked. He felt Clearence's presence next to him as he stared down at the beautiful vixen that’d haunted his dreams for the last ten years.

"Jasmine," he whispered

"Daniel," she said with so much hate it made his head spin, she paused and then looked behind him "Clearance," she said disdainfully. He saw Clearance grin, and he couldn't help but grin himself. Jasmine was such a vixen. She stood up slowly pulling the piece of paper she'd been drawing on off the counter crumpling it into a ball and throwing it into the trash been, but not before he saw the face on the page.

His face.

Shock groped at him again. She'd been thinking of him? No, he reminded himself, he couldn't get his hopes up. If he was going to win his mate over he needed to start slowly. He nodded slowly at her before he spoke. "It's nice to see you again Jasmine. How have you been?"

"Nice isn't the exact word I would use to describe seeing you again Crone. But then again you never really gave a rats ass about how I felt did you." It wasn't a statement it was a fact. "It's bloody not nice to see you Clearance," she turned around in her chair facing the wall now and stood up. "I see your styles have changed." she said motioning to their clothing. Walking around the counter she walked away heading towards the back of the shop. Daniel watched her hips swaying and glanced at her outfit. Gray skinny jeans, a Marilyn Manson T-shirt, and red high topped converse finished the outfit out. Her hair was even redder then he remembered, but he knew it wasn't an out of the bottle red. Jasmine never had been one for dye, even in her rebel days. Her skin was pure white, like snow and he could see the blue veins that ran along her throat. Her eyes were a deep ever green, fringed with blonde lashes. She looked thin, and pail. Dark circles rested under her eyes.

Walking away from them Jasmine tried to school her breathing. The marks on her neck were itching and they were going to be obvious to everyone if she kept scratching them. Biting down hard on her lip, she walked to one of the backrooms and grabbed a sweatshirt. Pulling it over her head she adjusted the collar making it cover the marks. Walking out again she couldn't stop scratching. A weird hunger was coming over her; she could hear her co-workers pulses, smell their blood. This was weird, bad, and just getting worse. Closing her eyes she pulled her hand away from her neck. She reached Daniel and Clearance and plastered a fake smile on her face.

"So boys... what'll it be today?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

"Well... I'm looking for something simple maybe a peace symbol or a pair of eyes, on my shoulder. "Clearence said.

"And this," Daniel said pulling a folded piece of paper out of his pocket "is what I want," He unfolded the sheet of paper and she gasped in shock, elation, surprise, anger, and happiness. She stared at the picture and then at Daniel. "How did you get this?" she whispered emotion thick in her voice.

"Uh... I...I ah, kept the pictures you'd drawn in high school." He said shoving his hands into his pocket. Jasmine just looked at the image remembering the feelings she'd felt drawing this. The picture was just as she remembered; a black heart flamed in bright red fire. Barbwire licked threw the flames, caging the heart. Anger flared in her as she stared at the drawing.

"So...,"She said "you did post those drawings, you did write those nasty little comments about me. Ha!," She laughed "To think that after all these years I'd begun to think that maybe you hadn't done it. Guess I was wrong." she shook her head mentally. What she'd said had been a lie. She'd known all along that he had written those things, and hung her drawings. Inwardly she groaned thinking about the past made her heart hurt.

She plastered on another fake smile and looked up into their eyes.

"Well boys... You ready?"

"Duh!" Clearance answered

"Always, "Daniel said softly, and Jasmine had to school her features so he wouldn't see her emotions.