Alina
He wore a steel grey suit with a royal blue shirt underneath that made his eyes stand out. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he looked just out of a fashion magazine kind of gorgeous. His lips were formed in a mischievous smirk, and his eyes were sparkling with excitement. He hasn’t shifted his eyes from me since the instant I walked into the room.
How on Earth did he get here?
“Is something wrong?” someone’s voice cut through my trance.
I looked towards the person to see that it was the restaurant manager, Mr. Davis. Ryan was waiting for me to have a seat, and I didn’t even realize I was staring back at Erick from the moment I walked in. We were like two different poles of a magnet drawn to each other.
“Nothing, sorry.” I apologised and sat down on the chair which just so happened to be right next to Erick.
Everyone got down to business as soon as we were seated. Our hosts had already ordered wine, so I took a small sip from my glass. It felt weird drinking on an empty stomach, but I lost my appetite again as soon as I saw Erick. Plus, there was also the fact that I hadn’t eaten anything for nearly two days and survived only on coffee. Or was it the fact that the owner’s daughter was sitting right next to him and giving him the come hither looks? No, it couldn’t be.
“Right, let us get to the introductions,” the manager spoke as we were all seated. “I’m Nathan Davis, the manager, as you might already know. This is our owner, Mrs. Trisha Alfano, and her heir and eldest daughter, Rainelle Alfano.” He pointed to the two identical looking women with black hair and blue eyes who were no doubt mother and daughter. “This is our head chef, Samuel Giovanni.” He pointed to the only man sitting to his right who was wearing his chef uniform. “And finally, Mr. Erick Stayton, our new sponsor. He has just agreed to help us with our plan of expanding our restaurant to different parts of Canada as part of his new business venture. It’s a pleasure to have you on board, Mr. Stayton.”
In the entire conversation, the words just agreed seemed to hold my attention the most. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he requited by smirking at me, thus confirming my suspicion. He did it on purpose! Somehow, he found out about my schedule and played some dirty trick to make himself a part of it. It was not all that surprising once you count in his status as a vampire. He was trying to get a reaction out of me, but I made up my mind not to give it to him.
Setting up the devices with the help of Ryan and an extra helper that the manager called in, I recorded most of the conversation in my phone and in a video camera that Ryan brought in and asked a few critical questions. However, I stayed quiet for most of the time and let Ryan do most of the talking while I wrote them down on my notepad in case the recorder on my phone failed. All the while, I could feel Erick’s burning gaze on me, but I dared not look at him.
A waiter came to take our order sometime later, and since my hunger still haven’t returned, I ordered a simple Caesar salad, ignoring the glares of both Ryan and Erick, and another glass of Pinot Noir. Then I excused myself while we waited for our order to get some snapshots of the interior of the restaurant. Ryan already took a snap of the exterior with his iPhone while coming in.
“I’ll call someone to assist you,” the elderly manager told me.
“Thank you,” I said and waited for a guide to arrive and show me the best spots for clicking some snapshots.
The waiter who came took me to several places within the restaurant that looked absolutely gorgeous. There was the family section, the bar section, and the private section, all of which separated from each other artistically so as not to intrude on anyone’s privacy. Even the waiting area was beautifully decorated with real plants and freshly cut lilies of varying colours. I saved the couples section for the last because that was on our way back to the manager’s office and also because I wanted a couple or two to pose for the camera as they had dinner.
Upon reaching the couples section, I asked one couple to pose for the camera. They happily obliged and smiled at each other lovingly as I snapped the shutters. It was when I was rising from my bent position when black spots danced in my vision. A pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist when I would’ve fallen forward and steadied me against the wall of their chest. I got a whiff of dark chocolate, and I knew instantly who it was.
“Let go of me!” I hissed in a low voice so only he could hear.
“I will,” was his curt reply, “once you’re steady enough.” However, his arms were like steel bands around me even after the tension left my body.
“Erick—”
“Dinner has been served,” he whispered into my ears, his eyes on the couple in front of us as the male fed a piece of stake to his girlfriend. “I came to get you.” He released his hold on me but lightly placed his palm on my lower back to guide me towards the office.
When we entered, both Ryan and Rainelle looked up at us and at the hand he had on my back. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction upon seeing Rainelle’s frown deepen. Ryan waved me over as he was putting all his equipment back into the bag he brought them in, so I broke contact with Erick to hand him over my camera. Ryan took advantage of the contact and held on a second longer than necessary, no doubt trying to make a claim in front of Erick. I really didn’t have the energy for this right now.
“You don’t look too well. Eat something other than a damn salad,” Erick whispered to me in a commanding tone. His familiar dark chocolate scent filled my nostrils as he leaned forward, much to Rainelle’s dismay as he ignored her attempt at a conversation.
“I’m fine,” I replied curtly, drinking more of the wine.
He glared at me but didn’t say anything. By the time dinner arrived, I was definitely not fine. My stomach was turning, and I felt nauseous. The strong scent of all the food on our table wasn’t helping my condition at all. Instead, it was making my head hurt. I could feel Erick’s gaze on me, but it wasn’t a glare this time. It was more like concern.
Ryan did all the talking while I sat and pushed around my food on my plate. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all? When I felt a couple of eyes on me, I hesitantly took one bite of my salad and immediately stood up.
“Excuse me,” I said before dashing towards the washroom I saw near the family section.
Once inside, I locked the door firmly and emptied the entire contents of my stomach into the toilet. It was even worse because the only thing that I could throw up was the wine I just had and the coffee from earlier. My stomach hurt pretty badly as I wrenched my guts out for what felt like forever.
I stood from the ground after some time while making sure that I wouldn’t double over again. Then I flushed the toilet and got out of the stall. Not caring about ruining my makeup, I went over to the sink and washed my face. While trying to take deep breaths, a new wave of dizziness washed over me. I staggered and fell back.
I prepared myself to hit the ground. Instead, a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, and I was pulled into someone’s chiselled chest. The familiar smell of dark chocolate enveloped me once again. Oddly enough, I felt myself relax a bit. Although my brain told me to run as far as I could from this irresistible vampire, who was soon going to be my husband, my body was too weak to protest. I didn’t even bother asking how he got into the ladies’ room without alerting anyone.
“Can you stand?” he asked surprisingly gently as he tightened his grip to steady me.
I shook my head no, my voice having deserted me. Maybe I puked my vocal cords down the toilet as well.
“It’s alright. You should rest now. I’ll take care of you,” he said while stroking my back soothingly as I stood with my head on his chest, my entire weight on him.
I nodded as my eyes slowly drooped, and darkness soon overcame me.
AlinaI slowly came to when I felt cool hands touch my forehead. My eyes fluttered open, and I woke to a dimly lit room I had never been to before.“Sorry, did I wake you up?” a familiar voice asked.I looked to my right and saw Erick sitting on a chair next to the bed I was on. I only shook my head when my throat felt too dry and scratchy. Taking in my surroundings, I sat up against the headboard with Erick’s help.I was in a large room which appeared to be painted sky blue in the dim light. The lights were out, but several candles were lit in all corners of the room that gave it a warm glow. I could sense the cold sea breeze and the sounds of waves crashing on the shore, so I assumed we were somewhere near the sea. There were two large open windows with drawn curtains to let the wind in, andthe candle lights occasionally flickered with the wind but didn’t go off. I could see that it
AlinaMy eyes were burning.That was the first thought I woke up to. The second, however, was to realize that my eyes weren’t really burning. I opened my eyes a bit, only to shut them immediately. It was under the scrutiny of the direct sunlight coming in through the huge floor-length windows on the wall opposite to the bed.The third thing that crossed my mind was, I don’t have gigantic windows in my bedroom!Oww!I jumped up in bed, looking around the unfamiliar room to search for the source of the voice I just heard. However, all I got was a room devoid of any other humans or vampires for that matter.I could’ve sworn I heard someone talk. How come no one was here?I did talk, but it’s in your mind.Then I remembered about last night, of being escorted to the restaurant by Ryan, bumping into Erick, fainting in the bathroom, and ending up at his
AlinaMrs. Stayton was, just like all the other vampires I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, utterly gorgeous.With her long blonde hair in perfect curls that reached to her lower back, neat facial structures, and an hourglass figure, she could easily give Hollywood actresses a run for their money. However, she preferred to stay out of the limelight. She wore a sky blue knee-length designer dress embroidered with real silver threads and paired it up with a silver hat. Erick didn’t have that much in common with his mother in terms of looks, except for their ice-blue eyes. She had a more delicate build and a heart-shaped face while Erick was all hard angles and sharp features.“Nice to see you again, Mrs. Stayton. How have you been?” I greeted politely. She was, after all, a very powerful vampire of over three hundred years. Unlike popular belief, vampires weren’t immortal in the true sense
Alina“What on Earth is this?” I asked while holding up the red knee-length dress in my hand that Erick had just handed over to me.“Your wedding dress, of course!” Erick answered without even looking up from his tablet.“What the hell!” I screamed, turning every customer and salesmen’s attention towards me.“Sorry,” I mouthed before turning to glare at Erick.“Alina, there you are! Oh! What a lovely dress!” Kenna passed the fabric through her hands. “This’ll be perfect for the binding ritual after the wedding! Don’t you think so, Erick?”Binding ritual? Why don’t I like the sound of that?Of course, you wouldn’t. Erick smirked and placedthe ten point one inch screen of the tablet in front of his face. I glared at him anyway. What was with giving me only half the info?“Oh, dear
Alina“Alina?”“Alina, say something.”“Alina!”“Huh?” I was startled back into reality as Erick’s face faded away and Ryan’s face appeared in front of me.“What’s wrong? You’ve been spaced out this whole morning,” Ryan asked as he sat himself down on one of the chairs in front of my desk.“Nothing. I’m just stressed, I guess,” I answered, putting my pen down on top of a bundle of papers and running my hands down my faceThe article that we worked on in the restaurant was going to go on air today, and I had to write the speech that our Editor-in-Chief will be broadcasting since I was the one who took down the notes. Ryan had, thankfully, kept all the equipment on my desk yesterday and covered for me when our boss noticed my absence. All that hard work would be for nothing if I wouldn’t be able to w
ErickI decided to wear black dress pants and a jacket with a crisp white shirt underneath. Today, we were going to the inauguration of my new blood bank in Moosonee, Ontario. The main press release already took place this afternoon. Now, it would be followed by a tasting ceremony just for vampires. This day, our subjects would see me and Alina together for the first time after the announcement of the wedding.We already had blood banks in Ontario located in Ottawa and Toronto. However, supplying blood to all vampires in the north was becoming a problem, so we opened another bank for easy supply. It reduced chances of suspicion, too. Now, we didn’t have to explain to the government why gallons of blood were being transferred across the state to specifically those two blood banks when there was no emergency.A knock sounded at my door. “Come in.”Kendrick, my chauffeur for today and the chie
Alina“You know,” Erick stated. “You could at least pretend to be happy. Your dad’s gonna think I’m slowly torturing you to death, and that won’t be healthy for him.”“You know,” I deadpanned, “you could at least pretend to shut up sometimes. It’s really healthy for you.”“Ha ha.” Erick glared. “You’re not funny.”I glared back at him.Kendrick, Erick’s chauffeur, cleared his throat to get our attention.“What?” we asked in unison and turned to resume our glaring crescendo.“Master, ma’am, we’ve reached the hospital,” Kendrick said, all cool and professional as if he hadn’t just tolerated our bickering for the past twenty minutes.That was when we noticed that we were sitting in the parking lot of the city hospital.Erick was
Alina“We’re here!” Kendrick announced just as we entered the driveway.Erick, the chevalier, got off first and came around to my side to help me out in vampire speed.“What’re you doing? There are people in plain sight!” I grumbled under my breath so that any vampires in the crowd won’t hear us.“Contrary to what you think, I’m not an idiot.” He gave me a smirk while lacing my hand through his. “They’re all vampires.”“I thought we’re here for the press conference?” I asked as I watched several vampires, mostly in couples, stroll around the huge garden in front of the four-storied mansion that was the blood bank.“Press conferences are for dedicated, responsible people,” he said as if they were the worst possible qualities a person can have. “It’s the after party where all th