Pulling my wrist out of his grasp, as his fingers are doing funny things to my stomach, I turn to look him full in the face. My God, he is gorgeous.
Short, jet black thick hair, I want to run my fingers through. Ebony black eyebrows arched over silvery green eyes, which are unfairly surrounded by long thick black eyelashes. Seriously, if a girl had those she would never need to buy mascara!
A long straight nose and full sensuous lips, which look so…so kissable, high cheekbones and a strong square jaw. He has a beautiful neck and an image of fangs sinking into it flashes before my eyes making me gulp, I drag my eyes lower to his broad shoulders and a large ever so muscled body in a lean tall package. Wow, he is scrumptious.
Biting my lip, I suppress a moan at the thought of exploring every inch of his delectable body and kissing his sensual mouth. I suddenly realize he’d been saying something, but I have no idea what.
“Sorry, what did you ask?” Fuck, I’m drooling over a vampire, I realize as I wipe the saliva from my mouth with my napkin.
“Why, were you spying on me, and for whom do you work?” Victor patiently repeats his question.
I notice he looks intrigued, as if he’s tempted by my obvious attraction to him, though I am trying, granted unsuccessfully, to hide it. I have the distinct feeling he doesn’t normally have patience for other supernaturals. The thought gives me a slightly warm fuzzy feeling, which I try to crush.
“We weren’t spying on you. I was going for a run with her,” I explain, indicating Jasmine, who rolls her eyes at me. “I was planning to take photos which I didn’t,” I hastily add. “I’m a photographer and…look I didn’t even know vampires existed, so when I saw you snarling, I got the hell out of there. We weren’t spying, we were only trying to go for a run, and do some work!” I feel rather like a naughty schoolgirl caught doing something wrong.
“Look, what is going on out there?” I suddenly ask Victor.
“I don’t know. I thought it had something to do with you two,” admits Victor grudgingly.
“Why did you think it has something to do with us?” A frown furrows my forehead, and I can feel my nose scrunching up, probably giving me the look of a confused rabbit, as I try to figure out why he would think we were involved.
“I thought it had something to do with the pair of you because all this started happening when you two turned up.”
“Oh, umm, well, huh, I don’t know what to say,” I finally get out feeling very perplexed.
With a sad whine, Jasmine rests her head on the table beside her plate. With a quick look at her plate, her tongue swipes clean any remaining meat juices. With a glance at Victor, she gives a contented sigh.
Giving her an exasperated look, I turn back to Victor and feel like sighing myself. Man, he is gorgeous. What was I going to say again?
“You didn’t seem to be very affected when you came in. How come?” I ask remembering Victor had only grimaced slightly, toward the man in the booth, who had passed out on the floor.
“I’m a vampire. I’m stronger than most,” Victor replies as if it’s obvious. “How about you two?”
“We were, well…we were better than the man who came in before you obviously and some others as well.” Listening to the curiosity in his voice, I gather he’s remembering we were eating when he entered.
I look at the other customers and take in their confusion, and wonder what caused it, and why it affected everyone differently?
“Mind you, going by what Savannah was saying, it’s affecting the weaker supernaturals the most,” I helpfully add.
“Look we have to go.” I quickly scribble down my phone number and give it to Victor. “Call me if you find out what’s going on.” I get up to leave.
Feeling a tingle in my fingers from where they brushed Victor’s, I think nothing of it. Going by his reaction, you would think I had slapped him.
“Sorry, I generate a lot of static,” I explain as he quickly gets up to let me pass.
“I’ll call you if I hear anything, or if things get worse,” Victor says as he carefully folds the napkin and places it in his pocket.
“One more thing.” Victor stops me from going any farther, by the simple act of placing a cool hand on my arm. “What is your name?”
“Candi, I’m Candi Reynolds,” I reply extracting my arm and putting the money for our food on the table. I leave with Jasmine at my heels. The sound is slowly coming back outside which to be honest is a relief. Quickly I hurry back to my grandma’s. I can’t wait to go to sleep, as I’m exhausted.
It has been a long day with viewing the Old Winters’ House, working at the shop, finding a dead body, the weird soundproof streets, and finally the vampire, who turns me into a puddle of lust just at the thought of him!