Night Moves

**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 to listen in. I am going to try to give Vincent the privacy I want him to give 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, “Him 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!”