Cooper had heard word of the nightclub massacre. Frankly, he disapproved of
any vampires that were that out of control. He'd been unaware that Nancy
had been involved with it at all, but that had been the time when he'd been
isolating himself. He told himself that this guy couldn't be all bad if he
had been watching over Nancy when Cooper himself couldn't. It still didn't
dispel the knot of jealousy sitting inside Cooper's stomach or the frown
that was currently on his face.
"So's he human then?" Pity he already sounded like a living, breathing
person. Cooper wouldn't have nearly felt as threatened as he did if the boy
turned out to be a ghost. As far as he was concerned, this Kyle could stay
on vacation a good while longer. Hell, a permanent one wouldn't make Cooper
shed any tears.
Well, at least he wouldn't have to worry about hiding any details about who
or what he was. He took a sip of wine, mulling over this new turn of
events. He could either be sour and sulk about this information or he could
set it aside for right now and enjoy the day with Nancy. He didn't want to
spoil anything. So he was going to be a mature, responsible adult about
this and try to accept the fact that his girlfriend was going to be living
with another man.
"Alright. I'll be nice." Well, as close to nice as Cooper was bound to come
with someone he felt threatened by. He set down his wine and slipped his
hands around Nancy's waist, pulling her close to him. "But if he's
better-lookin' than I am, all bets are off." He was only half-joking.
He tries to take comfort in Nancy's words. She's never lied to him
intentionally, and if she says she's faithful, than he'll take her word for
it. It's this mysterious Kyle that Cooper has is concerns over. Nancy was a
beautiful girl and lord only knows what someone might think of living with
her, seeing her in the morning in her pajamas or when she's just stepped
out of the shower in nothing but a towel...well, at least now his train of
thought had gone somewhere else.
He rubs out the spot on his cheek and picks his wine back up. "You be
careful out there right now. It won't matter where you're staying if the
wrong vamp gets a hold of you." He now has a personal stake in Harris'
ridiculous edict that the vampires could feed off of whoever they wanted.
Nancy's job has always been a risky one, but now it's doubly so.
"Then you're livin' in the wrong city," Cooper replies cheerfully. London
seems to be made up of nothing but politics sometimes. He will admit that
it does grow dreadfully weary sometimes, trying to keep track of who had an
alliance with whom and who were the real ones in power.
He pulls two sandwiches out of the picnic basket, offering one to Nancy. He
couldn't remember the last time he'd been on a daytime picnic, with the
bright sun on his face and a beautiful person by his side. One had to enjoy
the little moments in life, otherwise there was nothing worth living for.
"Maybe I can take you for a ride after we're done eating." That wasn't
entirely a double entendre. He's been wanting to get Nancy on the back of
one of his motorcycles for a while now. That way he could combine two of
his biggest passions together.
He takes a bite of his sandwich. He wonders if Nancy knows how to cook. Not
that he needs to eat a whole lot, strictly speaking, but he does
occasionally enjoy breaking up the monotony of drinking just blood with
something a little more solid. Nancy is enough for him, though. He thinks
he'll never get tired of drinking her blood.
"I promise not to run over anythin' this time." He, too, remembers their
first meeting. Cooper is a maniac on the road. He's never had to deal with
the caution that came from knowing he might die if he got into a car
accident, so his driving skills could charitably be described as crazy at
the best of times. He'll take all necessary precautions with Nancy at his
"No way am I letting your pretty face get scraped up on the road." In
response to the wink, he kisses her on the neck. It soon turns into a bite,
not the kind designed to puncture the skin and lap up blood, just the
loving, slightly possessive kind that any normal boyfriend might give his