End of the Line

Morgan didn't dream, her kind made a point never to dream. The lands of the Dream where a dark place, where joy teased at the mind, perfect bait for things that would seek to invade.

And so when she awoke, looking back out into the window, to see that the starless sky had become an opulent violet-like Volcanic glass, she knew that the dawn would be near, that and because she checked Bradley's expensive watch on her thin wrists.

Peering at the Dark man next to her, He still rested, mouth half-open as He lay in deep slumber... hey at least he'd stopped snoring.

But those black Orbs of hers wandered down to the bag next to her, that curious brain buried beneath the Ivory waves burning with a curiosity that she still couldn't shake. What she saw before, when she looked at him, it was big and dark and monstrous, nothing like the exhausted but witty sloth that was drooling on the table now.

What would such a man keep in that bag? He mentioned his pops being angry about him losing it, would that be his Father or Grandfather? Morgan never really knew this these Americans.

Still, her curiosity burned "Hey, sir?" She called softly, gently, testing. The Dark man did not stir, he merely breathed away. Leaning down, she sniffed at his breath "Minty." She thought, gently picking his bicep which was hard as concrete.. Morgan was surprised, He looked quite lanky, but he must have been lean and fit under that expensive suite.

After a few more moments of considering, Morgan's fingers crept over the seat like a spider, it's long legs tip-tapping down and down and down, longing to capture the bag in it's sleek fingers.

"Do you usually go through stranger's bags?"

Morgan slipped back, seeing his eyes looking right into hers, calm and controlled. "I-I uh... No. Do you usually pretend to be asleep?"

Shifting upwards, the man lent back, sticking his hands in his pockets after brushing back his jaw-length straight hair "Nope. mainly because I haven't slept in weeks, I was just curious to see what you would do."

Morgan raised an eyebrow "You waited..." She checked Bradley's watch again "...3 hours to see what I would do?"

He smiled, chuckling in a shrill monstrous kind of way, the cackle of a hyena "I am extremely patient."

She was slightly afraid of this man, the way He stared, like he was trying and succeeding at reading her mind with those tired but firece eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?" She whispered.

Kicking back and crossing his legs, the man reached into his pocket, and drew out some mint flavoured chews, tossing it nonchalantly in his mouth before offering it to her. Morgan snatched the pack from his hands, taking a good five or six before handing it back.

"You're quite pretty. and a little odd but, I think we have that in common. You know they don't like your type in Wallace, I should know, I'm running for office. still I suppose, in the Dark society, you'll probably not fit in either." He spoke so nonchalantly, and He was now really starting to scare her.......... it was turning her on a little. this Tall handsome devil just calmly looking ahead as he chewed, speaking like He didn't have a care in the world.

"I don't know what you mean-"

"Hey, when was the last time they tried to burn one of you gals? Nasty stuff. but then again, Humans tend to be like that. still, I do wonder why you ladies didn't just turn around and blow them up with your magic wand or whatever."

Morgan stared at him, moving closer as she spoke: "What are you?"

The Man's eyes turned to her, Gold as the blazing sun, his lips arcing into a full smile "Oh me? I'm just a wandering soul longing to return to his woman, like a black, shooting star..." He looked very proud of himself, even chuckling before simmering down and looking at her again "What's your name, Brummie?"

"Aren't nickname's something you give to friends? we are not friends?" She said, hiding her surprise at him actually knowing her accent.

"Pft, where you're going, you're gonna need all the friends you can get toots. There are more than just Broom-jockeys in the Black City." She stared as He paused, and sighed scratching his head "Sorry if I'm a little... proud, My Sissie insists that it's my worst quality, come on what do you say? Friends?" He held out a hand.

Morgan had never had a friend before, this man was strange, dark, slightly unnerving and ungodly cocky. She liked him very much.

Her hand closed on his, feeling his very careful and slightly calloused hands "Friends. My name is Tiffany-"

"That's a fake name, Tiffany, at least choose a name that someone actually calls you." He suggested rather helpfully.

She blinked rubbing her chin, and smiled "Hedwig."

His ivory teeth flashed at her "Nice to meet you, Hedwig. I'm Romulus, but Roman's fine." He said, brushing his slicked black hair back.

She nodded, sitting happily as scraggly voice evacuated out of the Speaker "Final Stop. St Wallace central station. Final Stop. Wallace Central station, ladies and gentleman please do not leave any bags in the coaches and have a good night. thank you."

Roman grasped his bag "Looks like this is it, end of the line."

Morgan stared out of the window, eagerly, looking out to see the Legendary Black city for the very first time.