him.
"Hey, Aya," Alex said as he approached her.
"What's up?" she was smiling at him.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner on Friday," he asked, but quickly continued when he saw her hesitate. "Oh, it's a dinner party type thing. There will be some other people. Gabby, Liz, Sam."
She still seemed hesitant, "Oh, sounds nice."
"Okay, well, it's at my place at seven. Friday night," he said, giving her the address.
Aya's eyes flickered to Sam's through the window, "Sure. I'd love to."
Alex grinned, backing out of the store, "Great. I'll catch you later then."
Sam sighed, turning away from the window. Alex had invited her, just as they knew he would. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he came out of the bookstore, grinning. Sam elbowed him, laughing and they went to collect their lunch.
Thankfully, Friday came without any outside issues. They'd all arrived at Alex's early, Sam having told Liz and Gabby about their plan. They'd decided it would be best if they were there before Aya arrived, so they could prepare. Alex didn't suspect anything, glad for the help in the kitchen, where Zac and Liz were currently holed up under the pretence of opening the wine.
"She doesn't wear any jewelry," Liz said. "How can she be out in the daytime?"
"That's irrelevant. It could be because she's old enough, or a witch spelled her body," Zac explained as he popped the cork from the one of the bottles, handing it to her.
"I thought that didn't work on you?" she was confused.
"Just because it didn't work on me the first time, doesn't mean it didn't on her," he said sarcastically, taking a jar from his jacket pocket.
"And what's that?"
Zac shook the small jar, so the powder moved about inside, "This is silver." He took off the lid and sprinkled it over the mashed potatoes Liz had dished up on Aya's plate, careful not to let it touch his skin. Picking up a fork, he mixed it through. Taking out another jar from his opposite pocket, he sprinkled a clear liquid into the bottle of wine with the least left in it and shook it.
"And what was that?"
"This is a little something I got off a person of dubious nature," he winked. "It's something like garlic."
"But garlic won't do anything."
"True, but concentrated enough, it will bring blood to the surface. Ingested, it will make her vomit it up by the bucket full."
"Zac, I'm not sure about this," Liz shook her head. "It's over the top. We should just stick with the silver."
"Now, now, Liz. We have to be sure what she is. The last thing we need is another threat on top of an insane dead witch. I think she's a vampire and this is a foolproof way of finding out. Alex will invite her in without thinking, so obviously we need a backup plan." He turned and placed the plate back into the oven to keep it warm, "Just make sure you give her the right plate and all will be okay. I don't want to be the one vomiting over the dinner table."
"What about Alex? He doesn't know about any of this." Liz was wringing her hands together with worry.
"I will deal with Alex if need be. A little compulsion never hurt anyone."
"It doesn't sit right with me Zac."
"Just blame it on me. I'm used to it," he shrugged.
They returned to the dining room, where Gabby, Sam and Alex were seated, drinking wine that Liz had brought with her. Zac placed the bottle he'd spiked next to Liz and winked.
"You did tell her seven, right?" Sam joked when he saw Alex fidgeting nervously.
"Yeah," he jumped when there was a sudden knock on the front door.
Alex jumped up awkwardly, almost knocking over his glass. He strode to the front door and opened it to find Aya standing on the other side. He gasped a little as he took in her appearance. She wore a tight fitting black blouse and dark grey skinny jeans that clung to all the right places in all the right ways and she'd had a hair cut. Her black hair still hung halfway down her back, but it was all different lengths and a long fringe swept
"Hey, Aya," Alex said as he approached her.
"What's up?" she was smiling at him.
"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to dinner on Friday," he asked, but quickly continued when he saw her hesitate. "Oh, it's a dinner party type thing. There will be some other people. Gabby, Liz, Sam."
She still seemed hesitant, "Oh, sounds nice."
"Okay, well, it's at my place at seven. Friday night," he said, giving her the address.
Aya's eyes flickered to Sam's through the window, "Sure. I'd love to."
Alex grinned, backing out of the store, "Great. I'll catch you later then."
Sam sighed, turning away from the window. Alex had invited her, just as they knew he would. He couldn't help but feel a little guilty as he came out of the bookstore, grinning. Sam elbowed him, laughing and they went to collect their lunch.
Thankfully, Friday came without any outside issues. They'd all arrived at Alex's early, Sam having told Liz and Gabby about their plan. They'd decided it would be best if they were there before Aya arrived, so they could prepare. Alex didn't suspect anything, glad for the help in the kitchen, where Zac and Liz were currently holed up under the pretence of opening the wine.
"She doesn't wear any jewelry," Liz said. "How can she be out in the daytime?"
"That's irrelevant. It could be because she's old enough, or a witch spelled her body," Zac explained as he popped the cork from the one of the bottles, handing it to her.
"I thought that didn't work on you?" she was confused.
"Just because it didn't work on me the first time, doesn't mean it didn't on her," he said sarcastically, taking a jar from his jacket pocket.
"And what's that?"
Zac shook the small jar, so the powder moved about inside, "This is silver." He took off the lid and sprinkled it over the mashed potatoes Liz had dished up on Aya's plate, careful not to let it touch his skin. Picking up a fork, he mixed it through. Taking out another jar from his opposite pocket, he sprinkled a clear liquid into the bottle of wine with the least left in it and shook it.
"And what was that?"
"This is a little something I got off a person of dubious nature," he winked. "It's something like garlic."
"But garlic won't do anything."
"True, but concentrated enough, it will bring blood to the surface. Ingested, it will make her vomit it up by the bucket full."
"Zac, I'm not sure about this," Liz shook her head. "It's over the top. We should just stick with the silver."
"Now, now, Liz. We have to be sure what she is. The last thing we need is another threat on top of an insane dead witch. I think she's a vampire and this is a foolproof way of finding out. Alex will invite her in without thinking, so obviously we need a backup plan." He turned and placed the plate back into the oven to keep it warm, "Just make sure you give her the right plate and all will be okay. I don't want to be the one vomiting over the dinner table."
"What about Alex? He doesn't know about any of this." Liz was wringing her hands together with worry.
"I will deal with Alex if need be. A little compulsion never hurt anyone."
"It doesn't sit right with me Zac."
"Just blame it on me. I'm used to it," he shrugged.
They returned to the dining room, where Gabby, Sam and Alex were seated, drinking wine that Liz had brought with her. Zac placed the bottle he'd spiked next to Liz and winked.
"You did tell her seven, right?" Sam joked when he saw Alex fidgeting nervously.
"Yeah," he jumped when there was a sudden knock on the front door.
Alex jumped up awkwardly, almost knocking over his glass. He strode to the front door and opened it to find Aya standing on the other side. He gasped a little as he took in her appearance. She wore a tight fitting black blouse and dark grey skinny jeans that clung to all the right places in all the right ways and she'd had a hair cut. Her black hair still hung halfway down her back, but it was all different lengths and a long fringe swept
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