Part 50 (1/2)

”It's a Ferrari F40.” I said making Draven's head incline towards me. He held a strange look, I think it was somewhere between pride and impressed.

”It is indeed and one of my prize possessions. I was the first to buy one and it was presented to me by Enzo himself. It was the last car to be commissioned by him before his death and he knew that, being 90 years old, it would be his last but he was proud to know at the time, it was the fastest street legal production car ever to be made.”

”It figures.” I said sarcastically and Draven laughed.

”What's that one over there?” I pointed to a little silver car that didn't have a roof and was numbered 130 at the front, side and back. The car had tartan on the seating and two red stripes at the rear of its wheelwell. Of course to me it was just a nice, kind of cute looking old car but what did grasp my interest is that unlike any other car here, it was in a very large gla.s.s box with frosted symbols etched all around the base. I walked round and was about to touch the gla.s.s when a hand shot out and shackled my wrist.

”Don't!” Draven's warning was enough to make me retract my hand.

”Why, what's wrong, it's just a car....isn't it?”

Draven looked uncertain for a moment and then tried to replace it with a fake smile.

”It is.” Was all he said on the matter.

”Why did you name it Little b.a.s.t.a.r.d?” I asked referring to the black writing at the back of the car which was situated under 'Porsche'.

”I didn't, his first owner did.” Draven looked a bit disgusted which I didn't understand but as he was pulling me away I quickly understood how this was one car he was not proud of owning. I had a million questions flooding my mind but the only question I asked was ”His?...I thought people usually a.s.sociate cars as female?”

”I guess they do but with this car they would be wrong. It is most definitely male.” He was not comfortable talking about this so I decided to let it go. Maybe I would ask Sophia some time.

”I suppose it's nice you have a hobby.” I said lamely not knowing what else to say.

”Well could you see me playing golf?” He joked and I burst out laughing. That was the last thing I could see him doing.

”Definitely not. But what was your hobby before cars were invented?” I asked feeling c.o.c.ky which didn't last long when I got my answer.

”I also collect weapons!” He said like it was collecting stamps.

”Of course you did.” He playfully tugged on my jacket and when I looked up he was grinning.

”And how about you?” He looked genuinely interested.

”Me? Oh the same. You wanna see my ax collection, I bet it will beat yours any day.” At this he burst out laughing and the sound filled my heart. I loved to hear him laugh.

”What a fierce little warrior you would have made.” He said as he led me up a back staircase I had been up a few times before.

”Are you mocking me?” I ran up a few steps ahead of him so that we were at the same height. He stopped as I poked at his chest and he folded his arms which always made him look twice as large as usual.

”I wouldn't dare, you frighten me too much.” He said trying not to smirk but doing a lousy job of it.

”I should think so and don't you forget it...mister.” I poked him in the nose this time, making him squint which was so funny to watch.

”Mister is it now?... Right, you asked for it.” I started backing up as he start to stalk me with my hands held up like I was surrendering.

”Now Draven behave, no playing on the stairs.” I was starting to laugh and panic at the same time. He kept coming closer like I was his prey and the second I took my eyes off him I knew he would get me and win.

”It's too late for that Keira.” His eyes flashed one, twice and I decided to take my chance and turned just before he lunged for me. Of course I lost and when he grabbed me at the waist I half screamed and giggled like a little girl.

”Got ya!” He said as he swooped me up into his arms and ran the rest of the way up the stairs to the landing. Once at the top he threw me up in the air like I was a feather pillow and caught me before I hit the floor.

”Draven!” I squealed.

”Yes my love?” He said calmly.

”You can put me down now, you cheated.” He stopped walking.

”Cheated! How did I cheat?” He asked pretending that I had insulted him.

”You used powers I don't have, that's cla.s.sed as cheating” I stated but he just grunted a laugh and continued down the hallway.

”Oh trust me, you have powers greater than mine vixen!” He didn't explain more nor did he put me down. I was starting to think that Draven liked any excuse so that he could carry me and I would never understand why.

”So you were telling me about your hobbies, your real ones?”

”Oh, well they're a bit lame compared to yours,” I said shyly.

”Nothing you do could be lame.” He said sweetly and when I didn't answer he gave me a little jig to get me to tell him.

”Ok, well... I used to collect postcards.”

”You're right, that is lame,” he teased.

”Oi, don't be mean.” I tugged on his ear and his head went down but when I let go he kissed me and finished with an ”Oww” on my lips, it made me giggle, again.

”I am sorry and I was teasing you, it is not lame, it is sweet and endearing.”

”Well, it's not that sweet and endearing as you didn't let me finish, I also collected rude and funny postcards.” I stuck my chin out like this was something to be proud of.

”Oh, you dark horse you!”

”I bet you collect them too.” I said as it was easy to image Draven upon horseback, in tight pants and riding boots...yum, yum, yum.

”I have many horses, yes, and most do tend to be dark.” He was such a tease but I loved it when we were like this, all playful and relaxed.

”Show off!”

”Yes I am,” he said as though this was common knowledge, of course after today's Ferrari incident there was no getting around that image statement.

We were soon at his door but I seemed to be the only one surprised when it opened with Sophia standing there waiting for us.

”Has Keira lost the use of her legs now?” Sophia asked frowning like I was some accident p.r.o.ne fool...oh wait, almost forgot, yes I was.

”No my little sister, she hasn't, I just enjoy carrying her.” He said more seriously than I expected.

”Like a doll?” Sophia said with hands on hips like this wasn't acceptable behavior. He didn't answer right away, instead he let my legs slide down and then he smoothed my hair back from my face and kissed my forehead before saying, ”She is my doll, my beautiful porcelain doll that I want to play with, so please leave us.” I bit my lip making Draven growl under his breath. My cheeks screamed out fuchsia pink at how embarra.s.sed I was but Sophia just huffed and folded her arms.