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I walk out of the office and down the long corridor in the direction of the main club area. When I get to the bar I expect to find Amanda upset over the fact that Lucas has told her he has no interest in seeing her again. To my misfortune, that’s not what I find at all. Amanda’s perched on a bar stool with a glass of orange juice in her hand, while Lucas sits on the stool in front of her, leaning in close and whispering something in her ear. Amanda giggles and looks up at him demurely.
Oh for Christ’s sake.
Chapter Nine
Just Your Average Friendly Night Time Break-In
“Hi guys,” I say as I approach Amanda and Lucas. I smile at my friend, but the second she looks away I glare in Lucas’ direction and raise an eyebrow, as if to ask, What the hell is going on?
“Oh, hey Tegan,” says Amanda. “Lucas was just asking me if I’d like to go for a coffee somewhere.”
“Was he?” I reply, silently wondering what in the world Lucas is playing at. “Can’t you have coffee here in the club?”
Perhaps my tone was too harsh because I notice Amanda’s forehead crinkle ever so slightly before she asks, “What’s your problem Tegan?”
Suspicion clouds her expression, and I know immediately that she thinks I’m jealous. If only she knew what I’m trying to save her from.
There isn’t exactly much I can do to stop her seeing him, so grudgingly I reply, “No problem, you two go and have fun,” because I cannot think of any reason for her not to go with him right now.
“We will,” says Amanda, grinning at Lucas as she hops off the barstool and saunters in the direction of the night club entrance.
Lucas moves to follow her, but I grab him by the wrist as he passes me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I hiss, as his eyes burn down on me and I notice the tips of his fangs extending out from beneath his upper lip.
“I decided your little friend has some redeeming qualities after all. I’d like to spend some more time with her,” he whispers, and then slips out of my grasp and leaves the club.
I sigh in exasperation and peer around the empty room. I stretch my arms up above my head, in an effort to release the tension and stiffness in my muscles.
“What a splendid view,” I hear Ethan announce from behind me.
I drop my arms and spin around. “Spying on me?” I ask, annoyed.
“This is my property, darling, and no, I was merely appreciating.”
“Oh.” I reply, not knowing what to say to that. I get back to business. “Well, do you know that Lucas has just whisked Amanda away for a nice intimate cup of coffee, and it didn’t sound like a break up sort of coffee date, it sounded like a “let’s get to know each other better” sort of coffee date.”
“You should not have instructed him to finish with her,” Ethan tells me “Lucas will only ever want that which is unavailable to him. You telling him to breaks things off has only incited him to do the opposite.”
I take a couple steps in his direction so that I’m standing directly in front of him. “Can’t you tell him to leave her alone?” I ask, my forehead hurting, frustration bringing on a headache.
Ethan laughs gently. “I may be his employer and superior but I hold no sway over his personal life. Who he decides to court is his own affair.”
“But what if he tries to feed from her again, can’t you do something about it then? You did say that it’s the policy of vampires not to feed from the same person twice. And what if something goes wrong and he ends up killing her?” I ask rapidly, fear for my friend building in my gut.
“Lucas has not taken the life of an innocent civilian in more than ten years…”
“Oh how magnanimous of him,” I spit, cutting him off.
Ethan half smiles. “And in response to your other question, it is frowned upon to feed from the same human twice yes, though not forbidden. There is no way of regulating that kind of activity, besides, once many of us get a taste for the blood of a particular human it is difficult not to return to that human again and again.”
“Ugh, please, spare me the details,” I tell him, not enjoying the visual.
“The idea may strike you as repulsive now, but believe me, if you were to experience it for yourself your thoughts on the matter would not be so abhorrent. Don’t you wonder why humans would volunteer themselves as blood donors, our bite is like a drug. Addictive.”
“I would never do that!” I say defensively.
“Yes. A pity,” says Ethan with a slightly hooded gaze. He’s staring at me and for some reason I can tell that he’s imagining what it would be like to feed from me.
“I know what you’re thinking and you can stop it right this instant.” I tell him firmly.
