Do You Know Them?

A smooth, deep voice spoke from just behind me, “You're quite right, Miss. You could be a sommelier.” I instinctively turn to the voice. My eyes lock with his. Wow! The man before me, dressed in a fine black suit, has a head full of silky hair that's blacker than a starless night. His dark tendrils frame his pale, chiseled face, with plump pink lips, to boot. His eyes are bluer than any ocean that I have seen. I wish I could see him without the mask. He's a God among men, and way out of my league. Hell, he's not even in the same sport! He says, “Pardon my manners. I am Vincent Black.”

Katie and I introduced ourselves to Vincent. She asked if he was the host. He said that he was not, but he was acquainted with him. I can't help but think that Vincent knows more than he's saying, so I decide to ask what’s on my mind: “Do you know who invited me here? Some of the people I've seen around the city, but I wouldn't consider them and myself in the same social circles, much less worthy of sharing the same room.”

He seems perplexed by my statement, “You seem very much at home here, though. Perhaps, you sell yourself short.”

Katie laughs before she glares at me, “I tell her that daily.” There's something different about this guy. Yes, he's handsome beyond measure, but his eyes… They are deeper than the sea, and they hold a secret within their depths. This man has walls up, much like I do. I wonder why? His voice is smooth as silk and velvety soft. Katie seems mesmerized, as if she's in a trance.

“Hey, Katie!” I snap my fingers until she looks at me. “I think the champagne is going to your head.” Vincent looks into my eyes like he's trying to tell me something. I return the look with one of my "What the fuck do you think you're doing" looks, causing him to take a step back. Based on my weird feeling and what I write about, this guy can't be human, can he?

He raises his eyebrow at me, “Interesting, very interesting.”

Nevertheless, I lean over and whisper, “I don't appreciate what you tried on my friend or me. I suggest you not try again and explain yourself.” Because I'm just guessing that he tried to read our minds. 

He whispers into my ear, and it causes goosebumps to appear, “Eva, I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me if I tried.”

I want to know. I'm not afraid, but maybe I should be, “Then show me. After all, seeing is believing.”

Vincent’s POV

Originally, I dreaded coming to this event. It is usually the same people droning on and on about power, status, money, and other trivial things, which bore me. However, tonight I saw two women who had never attended one of these events before. I engaged in a discussion with them and was impressed by Eva. I am also intrigued by her boldness. I couldn’t compel her, and she even caught me trying. I also felt a bond to her. I must explore that later, because I can’t very well fly off with her.

End Vincent’s POV

His lips graze the shell of my ear. “Not here.” Just then, the hosts come in. A man and a woman wearing black masks with red jewels, dressed all in black, commanded the attention of all in attendance. Shivers go down my spine. There is something powerful about them, but something dark, too. Maybe the darkness is only attached to one of them, but I hope I don't have to find out which one. I have always been a good judge of people, well, mostly. I did misjudge a guy once…fucking Victor! But it seems like my senses have peaked since I turned twenty-five, and I have acquired a few other talents too.

I jumped back. Vincent seems worried, “Do you know them?”

I say, “No, and I'm not sure that I want to. They feel strange. Do you know them?”