Eva
He asks, "Vampires have excellent regeneration, do you?"
I shake my head, because I am not sure. I am rarely sick, and since my 25th birthday, I have not been injured. That birthday changed so much in me; but why? I go to the sink and cut my hand. It heals fast like in the movies. I exclaim, "Wow!"
I go to wash the blood off of my hand, but he stops me, "Wait! Let me."
I notice him looking hard at my blood. I don't think he will harm me. He's just curious to see how I taste. Maybe that can reveal what I am. I ask, "You're curious aren't you?"
He nods. We get my hand cleaned. I poke my finger and place it in his mouth. He moans. I pull my finger away and it's healed. Vincent exclaims, "You're like nothing I've ever tasted before!"
I sigh, "That can't be good."
He looks concerned, "Why?
"Means I'm rare. I don't like that." I am getting more and more scared of this world.
He tries to reassure me, "Well, it's also rare that you might be that wolf's mate, too."
I admit defeat, "Ugh, this is so crazy."
He says, "Yes," as a smile lines his lips.
I state, "I have ESP like a vampire, and regeneration, and telekinesis."
He says, "Yes, but you also said you see our sins and can sense things."
I respond, "Yeah, I see visions, memories. I can feel your emotions, too."
Vincent says, "I saw you touch your cheek before you had the wolf call, why?"
I say, "To link to him, I felt it. He left a trace of himself behind, so I used it to find him, and get into his head."
He hums, as he nods, "But you're just in mine; no contact needed."
Where is he going with this? "Maybe, it's because of proximity." It can be just that, right?
He says, "When you hit me earlier, it was fairly strong. It could be a vampire or wolf thing."
I ask, "We need to test it, and me, to see what we can learn?"
He nods, "Yes, vampires are strong, as are wolves. The more we can learn the better."
"Okay. I don't crave blood, so that's good. Why do you eat food?" I ask.
He answers, "To appear normal. Most food has no taste for us."
"You said most, what do you like?"
He smiles, "Usually, just wine and some rare meats, but I could taste what you made for dinner tonight."
I ask, "Why?"
He shrugs, "I have no idea."
I decided to ask, "Why do vampires hate wolves?"
He sighs, "We don't hate them or witches; most of us just choose to not be around them."
"Have there been wars?"
He nods, "Very bloody ones. That is why we have the neutrality treaty."
I sigh, "Based on what the Prince said, that would make me the neutrality treaty." He nodded, so I continued, "Okay, back to my questions, do vampires fly and turn into bats?"
He chuckles, "No bats, but the very powerful ones do fly."
I grin, "Like you?" He nods. "But you don't. Why?"
He says, "You are very persistent."
I smirk, "I am, get used to it!"
He glares at me, "Very bossy, too."
I raise my eyebrow, "I prefer the term spirited."
He huffs, "You're so not my type."
I brat back, "What intellectual and authoritative?"
He rolls his eyes, "I've lived a long time. I know what I like."
I say, "Apparently, Fate thinks you're an idiot!"
He glares, "There's no filter with you, is there?"
I reply, "Only if there has to be. If we are mates, as you think, then I shouldn't have to be fake
around you."
He says, "You're right, but you're also very infuriating."
I snip at him, "The feeling is mutual. Are all vampires rich, arrogant assholes?"
He retorts, "Yeah. Are all journalists annoying, controlling bitches?"
I laugh, "Why, yes, yes we are!" The next thing I know, he's kissing me. It's one of those kisses that you don't want to end. It's electric and so sensual. Our hands lightly roam each other's bodies. He tastes like dark chocolate mixed with a salty spice. I moan and he does too. I have never felt passion like this. It's an all-consuming fire. God, he tastes so good. He smells like just the hint of ocean and musk. It's intoxicating. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips. We continue to allow our tongues to co-mingle in my mouth. Damn, he's a good kisser.