SWNOVELXO Chapter 15: 15
They ate at a restaurant on Aribau Street, an expensive place that drove her mother crazy with its haute cuisine dishes. With her blonde hair and blue eyes, the former model Lisa Harens was still a very beautiful woman. Her father had not magically become handsome, he was a big guy, but since he dedicated himself to the diplomatic career he had gained in elegance compared to his time as a soccer player. He had a slight limp, which he had struggled to get rid of, it was what a sports injury serious enough to end the career of an international soccer player had. When it happened, his father was playing for Manchester United, it was in England where his parents met.
The meal was pleasant, they talked about future plans for when they left for Tokyo, and how Pablo would face his last year of high school in Cadiz. Although due to his age he should have finished that year, between the changes of previous countries and the fact that he was one of the youngest in his class, his parents decided to accept the proposal of the management of the private institute and make him repeat a year, in this way he would catch up and there would not be so much difference between him and his classmates, also catching up with Catalan, another language in Pablo's heritage was something important.
At seventeen years old Pablo, at this time Pablo, speaks Portuguese, English, Spanish, Catalan perfectly, and at the institute he also studied French which with all that baggage was one of his favorite classes (any similarity between current French and the Romance language spoken in the twelfth century was only the similarity between distant relatives).
His parents collected their luggage from the apartment to go to the airport, the house was left in their care, Pablo took the opportunity to shower and rest, as far as Angela knew she would not finish until five or five thirty, once the meal shift was over and the premises cleaned.
He spent the next few hours searching the internet, crimes in Barcelona, unsafe areas, sexual offenders on the loose, he searched for everything he needed. During the next few weeks and before starting to look for the vampires that existed in that society, he had to first try to break the seals.
Corrupting ten women without magic or psychic abilities was difficult, he had to create a blind dependence that would take them beyond their own desires, something that would make them addicted to him, so much so that it would be difficult for them not to obey an order or a suggestion and that would lead them to lose all sense of self-control.
But killing ten criminals was not an easy task either, if he was careless they could discover him or arrest him and that would be the end of it. However, there were already several targets on his list, the first being a pedophile. Mr. Masanet had been a former teacher at a school, according to the scandal he had sexually abused more than twelve boys during his time as a teacher, but despite everything after eleven years in prison he was already free. He would start there, it would be the easiest: Pig, you will pay for this! Finding the place was going to be easy.
He had already killed two criminals that same day, the important thing was not to break his Justicar code and above all to do it safely, there were only eight left. He prepared what he thought he might need, he chose a medium-sized, very sharp knife of the kind his parents used in the kitchen. Furthermore, he cleaned it carefully, so there were no fingerprints and left a pair of full gym gloves in a bag, something to prevent his fingerprints from being left on the knife. It was best not to keep the weapon, if it could not incriminate you, it was best to get rid of it quickly and not walk around Barcelona with a bloody knife in your pocket.
With the girls, including Laia and the goth from the subway, who seemed to him to be suitable victims for his charms, he had to try to corrupt as many as he could. The process was never guaranteed, and even less so without magic, but it was not an unpleasant task either, although for a vampire with more than two thousand years and a lot of experience behind him, it was like a little game, an appetizer before recovering his powers.
Around five o'clock, Pablo's cell phone lit up with a message: "I'm done. Is your offer still valid, or have you backed out like a child?"
Pablo laughed. He was going to show this Latina woman what a child was capable of doing.
Angélica received the reply message a minute later, it was brief, the street, the number and the floor, there were no further comments. Pablo seemed to want to play hard, but she was a Latin woman, she would not be intimidated by a child's games, it was true that she would have preferred to change and make herself pretty, and not go in work clothes, but opportunities had to be seized on the fly, it was common word in the neighborhood that Pablo's father was going to be named ambassador and sent to Tokyo.
For the girl, entering one of those stately homes in the Eixample district of Barcelona was very different from going to her humble and shabby shared apartment in Badalona. From the entrance with the doorman's post, luckily it was Saturday and Mr. Emilio was not working, to the ornate stairs or the old elevator that looked like something out of a movie from the fifties, were like entering another world, another Barcelona.
The girl rang the bell of the floor that Pablo had told her about, and the door to the entrance opened. She went up to the second floor by the stairs. She didn't like elevators, she was terrified of them. The large door to the floor was in front of her, the bell button was one of those old ones with the round button, it was customary to keep these collector's items in this type of building.
When Pablo opened the door, he was wearing shorts and a white shirt, he was barefoot, in the background she could hear music coming from the living room and echoing off the high ceilings of the floor. It was a bachata, Angela smiled when she saw him.
"Isn't it very cliché that you play bachata for a Colombian girl? I thought you were going to be more original."
"If you don't like it, I can change the music. Do you want a coffee or would you rather dance?"
"Hmm, let's see how you defend yourself, and then I decide if I'll drink my coffee or leave, it's been a long day..."
Angela didn't plan on making things easy for Pablo, she wanted the boy to try hard, to win her over, and above all she planned on making a fool of him for being too clever with the bachata thing. But Pablo, for his part, wasn't worried at all, his father was Brazilian, they had art, dance and Latin rhythms in their veins, he had seen him dance thousands of times with his mother, he had even taught him many steps and tricks.
Bachata was a dance that either you knew how to dance or it was a disaster, the hip movement was opposite for women and men, the bodies had to be close but without being obscene, the man had to guide with his hand on the girl's hip or back to do the passes and turns.
But that big man that was Pablo exceeded her expectations, not only did he move well, with rhythm and grace, but he knew how to guide her in the dance, he knew how to move her, and he knew how to generate desire little by little in that ancestral mating ritual that was dancing.
That touch of the fingers that seek the hand, that turn that ends with a hand on the waist that presses one body against another, that sensual dance of chest against back that is not obscene, it only touches, insinuates, presents, while the breath is felt on the nape of the neck and on the neck. With a last turn the bodies intertwine and Angela's hands end up on his neck, chest against chest, soft, moving.
In that proximity he seeks her lips and withdraws playfully, she insists and bites him a little, with a gesture she unbuttons the buttons of his shirt and runs her fingers through his muscles while they continue playing without actually kissing.
The living room is large enough to dance comfortably, but the chaise longue is nearby. She pushes him with one hand so that he lies down, and she bravely sits astride him. She takes off her waitress shirt and bra. Two large breasts with large, dark areolas accompany two nipples that show that the mating ritual has had its effect.