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Chapter 9 - Closer

Eva

We went inside and sat on the couch by the fireplace and decided to enjoy a nice brandy. The more that I am around Vincent, the more I can see myself in him, and more importantly, with him. How can just a few hours seem as if we have spent decades together? "This is fairly good. I don't usually drink brandy, if I drink at all," I say, to curb my wandering mind.

He sighs as he takes a sip, "Thought it might relax you a bit after what happened in the woods." The woods…yeah, the woods. He probably thinks that I'm still confused by what abilities we explored, but that's not what has me nervous. It does a bit, but what terrifies me, is how quickly things are progressing. I am not sure if I can fight this bond, and honestly, I'm not sure that I want to. But I can't just give in to what my body wants, can I?

I sigh, "This is all surreal. I suppose it's easier to grasp the whole immortal thing because of books and movies, but where do truth and fiction meet?"

He runs his fingers through his hair, "I'll help with what I can. We might have to travel to the Old World."

I snap myself back from daydreaming about his fingers running through my hair and all over my body, "But you fled, and probably for a good reason, too. I'm sure you'd prefer not to return!"

He looks at me with genuine reverence, "I didn't have a reason to before."

I can't let him risk anything for me, "Don't trouble yourself for me, I'm not worth it." I have never been of significance to anyone but Katie and Kevin. I don't matter, I know that I never have mattered, and I still don't. Mate or no mate, powers or no powers, I'm still that awkward freak.

He takes my hand as he looks into my eyes, "Stop thinking like that! Who put these notions in your head?"

I shrug, "Many over time have said similar to what you heard me think. Nothing has changed."

He stands and holds his hand out to me, "Well, they were either stupid or jealous and they aren't worth your time or sympathy! Get dressed, I'm taking you to the club the Prince owns!"

"Why?"

Vincent leads me to my room, "We need to talk to Eric. Change into a nice dress. I have to prove something to you."

Vincent

The more that I am around Eva, the more certain I am that she's my mate. She's not any singular being, either. I am certain of that, as well. However, I just wish she knew her parents so I could figure out what they were. There aren't many beings that could have a vampire as a mate, let alone a vampire and a werewolf. Also, I need to take her to Eric's because I need to test something; I'm curious to see if she might be Eric's mate, as well. She read Eric's thoughts when Vicky spontaneously combusted and turned to ash. That is a huge indicator. Plus, he sought her out. He, like me, doesn't approach others, especially women like her. Once this test is confirmed, maybe she will stop fighting the bond. My control is slipping the more that I'm around her. If she doesn't accept me soon, I am likely to fly her off somewhere and fuck her until she does. 

End Vincent's POV

When I came out of my room to meet Vincent in the hallway, he exclaimed, "Well, fuck!"

I laugh as I run my hands along my off-white dress that has a mesh underlay which makes you appear nude. "What? This is one of the only dresses I grabbed," I say. It's the truth because I didn't grab much while packing, getting done quickly was all I could think about because I wanted to be with Vincent. 

Suddenly, he is very stern with me, "Stay by my side! Please don't find trouble."

I look at him, annoyed, "What is your deal?"

He rolls his eyes, "Did you look in a mirror?"

Asshole! "Um, no, can you?" I retort, as snidely as possible.

He glares at me, "Yes, we can. Ugh, just behave!"

I laugh and say sarcastically, "I'll be a good girl, Master." As he growls and shakes his head, we walk out onto the balcony. Then he grabs me and we fly off. I squealed, at first, out of shock. It is amazing to feel the wind on my face and his hot, hard body pressed against me. I feel safe and exhilarated, too. 

**We talk in our minds…**

I think, "This is amazing."

I can feel him smiling as I hear his thought, "It's a way to travel quickly, but the view can be very lovely." I turn my head and notice that he's looking at me. I giggle to myself, but as I do, I sense his smile widen, and I feel his hot breath against the back of my neck. 

We landed at a club called 'Nightly Tendencies'. I giggle as we continue to talk in our minds…

"It's just for our kind," he says, "but since you think it's so funny, what would you call a vampire club?"

I don't have to think, "Night Moves or Eternal Bliss."

He smirks, "Yeah, those are better, but we probably shouldn't tell him that."

I gave him a look, "Why not? I'm not afraid of him."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "Eva, seriously, show some restraint. You already ousted his wife."

I shrug, "She was rude and evil. She had it coming."

He rolls his eyes, "Just stay by my side."

I pout, "Fine, I'll be good." We continue talking in our minds as we enter the club. It is a very elegant establishment. Men are in suits and women look as if they have stepped straight out of a magazine. "Why are they staring?" I ask him, via our mental link.

"I've never brought anyone before, and I don't come here often," he informs me.

"Oh, so thanks for making me a target, and even more of an outcast." 

He pulls me closer to him, "You shouldn't be targeted, they're just surprised. Read their emotions and tell me."

I glance around before I answer him, "Most are just shocked. Some of the women, though, wish me death."

He kisses my hand, "They are nothing. They're just jealous."

True, but I still have an odd feeling, "If they come at me, they will regret it. I'm not defined by your laws, but they are."

"Eva, please. Try not to cause a scene. I need you to stay safe," he pleads.

I smile, "I promise I won't start anything."

He smiles, "Good, I will be listening."

**End mind link**

After we stopped our telepathic conversation for the time being, he got me a glass of wine and we took a seat on a comfortable sofa. It wasn't long before he was called to talk to Prince Eric. I know I'll be called soon, too, so I decided not to try and listen in. I am going to try and give Vincent the privacy I want him to give to me. He said to think of telepathy as a radio that I can turn off and on, as well as adjust, so that's what I am going to attempt to do.

I am approached by a female vampire. Outwardly, she looks a year or two younger than me, but she's likely hundreds of years old. She's dressed in a designer dress that looks like it was painted on. She strikes me as a pretentious Barbie bitch. 

"Since when is food allowed in here? If I knew he changed the rules, I would've brought a snack, too," the unidentified whore said.

I roll my eyes, "I'm not food. I'm here with Vincent."

She scrunches up her nose, "He and his mortal obsessions. You're just a passing fancy."

That pissed me off because I know that's not how Vincent is. Even though I haven't truly known him very long, it feels as if I have. My Vincent doesn't see me as disposable. If I were, he wouldn't have taken me to his home, and I most certainly wouldn't be in this club with him, either.

I laugh at her, "Oh, that's rich coming from a ragdoll like you, that's been passed around like a joint. Hell, Vincent never went past first base with you." I know what I'm saying is true. I know my Vincent!

She lunged for me. I just reacted, "Be blind!" There was a flash of light followed by a crack. "I can't see; what the hell? Witch!" she screams, as she grabs her eyes. She bumped me into the table. I laugh as I pick up my wine glass and dump it on her, "No, I'm human, just smarter than you!"

Vincent comes over, "Eva!"

I bite my lip, "You heard?"

He nods, "I did. I'm not mad. She had it coming." 

Eric stood in front of that vampiress. "Get Veronica out of here. She's had too much. To my office, both of you, please," he said. So the chick who thought I was food is named Veronica. I will remember that. We walked into his office. It is very nice. He pours us a drink. I giggle, because it looks like I drive these guys to drink. Eric shakes his head, "It's scotch; we are going to need this!"

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