~Avery's POV~
I stared at the man sitting across from me. His eyes didn't falter, the corner of his mouth was jigged up and made out a smile that made me uncomfortable.
"I'm visiting." I stated simply. Not making room for further conversation. Or so I thought.
"Visiting family?" He asked me.
"I guess you could say that." I said.
"You know, being out here all alone can be dangerous for such a young girl. Nobody to protect her, to save you from harm. To watch out for you. Or perhaps your man is around here somewhere?" The last was more of a statement from his side. He wanted to know if I was completely alone.
"No, I'm here alone," I said and leaned forward as I continued.
"And I'm perfectly fine protecting myself. Whatever the danger might be, I'm not as easy to get to as it may seem." I said. Trying to sound as confident as possible. His smile faltered and he leaned back.
"You know, having a strong man by your side means you don't have to protect yourself. Why don't you think about it." He said and I looked at him in disgust. He was wearing ripped clothes with stains on them, he reeked of alcohol and was not at all a sight to see.
But the thing that ached me most was the fact that he just gave his girlfriend an anniversary gift. And now he's sitting here, hitting on me? Jackass.
"Why would she need a strong man when she has a strong woman in her corner?" An all too familiar voice came ringing in my ears and filling the venue. I looked at the door and saw Natasha standing there. With Lydia.
My eyes widened upon seeing my friend and I jolted up from my seat and ran to hug her. Lydia reciprocated and held her arms around me tightly. Lydia tried pulling away after a while.
"No, not yet. I need this." I said and her arms once again embraced me in a strangling tight, warm hug.
Natasha walked over to the man who simply rolled his eyes.
"Natasha, what an unpleasant surprise." I pulled away from Lydia and looked at her quizzically.
"They know each other?" Lydia simply nodded her head in response.
"Marco, you and your girlfriend are going to have to find some other lonely human being to disgust and feed on," Natasha said. Marco was turned away from me so I couldn't see how he reacted.
" To feed on?" I asked and Lydia smirked at me.
"You know, we're going to have to school you on the supernatural one day. Marco over there and Wendy in the bar are vampires. They usually scout for lonesome people, preferably those who don't have anyone or are on the run and are easy targets. They then see if the people will come with them willingly and if not, they're coerced, a form of manipulation. And then they feed on them which means they drink their blood." My eyes shot up and Lydia shrugged. All of this was so normal to them. I was still getting used to werewolves and witches.
"So wait, vampires can be out in the sun?" I asked remembering all the movies I'd seen. I was fighting a migraine that was working its way up my head. Lydia shook her head.
"No," she went to the window and pulled a loosened piece of what looked like tape.
"This is a film that keeps the sun out, and Marco there, when he walks out, his car is standing right by the door. He barely takes a step in the sunlight."
"Aha..." I managed to get out. My mouth was stuck wide open and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what to say.
"I know that's a lot, but hey, I'm here now. I'll tell you anything you wanna know." Lydia assured me and placed her hand on my shoulder.
"Here you go, sweetheart!" Wendy yelled from the counter as she brought out my food. Which looked delicious by the way. If I didn't close my mouth soon, my saliva would start dripping down. That thought alone made my gap shut quickly and I went to take a seat again.
"Oh that looks good can I have one?" Lydia said to Wendy sounding giddy.
"Me too please." Natasha chimed in. After they had placed their orders, Marco stood up and left the cafe. In some weird sense, I felt bad for him. I know how I get when I'm hungry.
However, I was glad that I wasn't his meal ticket for the day.