around her eyebrows. She looked like a singer in a rock band and very beautiful. Alex blushed a little and said, "Hi."
Zac had crept out from the dining room and watched her from the hallway. Smiling brightly, Aya stepped inside and hugged Alex. "Lovely to see you again," she chirped.
Zac hid his look of confusion. She hadn't been invited in at all. She just stepped through the door like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. It was ordinary, but she had so many vampire tendencies he was sure she couldn't come in... And she couldn't be compelled, either. Was he wrong? He snapped back to reality as he realized she was speaking to him. "Earth to Zac," she snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What, don't I get a hug?" he said, a wicked tone to his voice.
She laughed, "No."
"Aya, you wound me," he feigned clutching his heart as she glided past him into the dining room.
Liz, Sam and Gabby were seated at the table, drinking wine and laughing at some joke Sam had just told. Upon seeing her, Liz got up and poured her a glass from the near empty bottle. Handing her the glass she said brightly, "Aya! It's great that you could make it! Here, have a glass."
Aya took the wine glass and sat at an empty spot at the table, Zac sitting across from her. She took a sip, aware that Zac was watching her closely, pretending to be distracted by something else. "Thank you to Alex for inviting me," she inclined her head towards him as he came back in from the kitchen.
"Oh, it was no problem," he blushed. "Everything's ready if you're hungry now?"
"If you like," Aya smiled kindly.
Liz stood abruptly at this and said, "I'll help you, Alex."
"It's a nice wine," Aya said, swirling the red liquid around the glass as they disappeared into the kitchen.
Zac slumped back in the chair, almost disappointed.
"I picked it out," said Gabby. "I'm the only one who knows what's good. Otherwise we would have got the cheapest one."
Sam laughed at this and agreed as Liz placed a plate in front of Aya. When they were all seated, they began to eat.
"Meatloaf," Alex shrugged almost apologetically, when Aya raised her eyebrow at him.
"How American," she smiled politely. She ate a few mouthfuls, making a conscious effort to taste every bite. Everyone but Alex seemed to be watching her. "This," she says gesturing to the plate with her fork, "This is delicious."
"Great," Alex beamed at her. "It's about the only thing I can cook."
"Well, you can cook it well, that's for sure," Liz said.
Aya couldn't help herself. She coughed loudly, feigning choking on a mouthful of potato. Zac sat forward in his chair, his expression hopeful. She thumped her chest and took a mouthful of wine. "Went down the wrong way," she smiled brightly.
As the conversation naturally turned to things that were more familiar to the host, she groaned inwardly. It was fast turning into one of those boring dinner parties where people told annoying personal jokes. Unfortunately, she was the odd one out having only been around a week or so. It reminded her of the formal dinners and cocktail parties she had attended back in the day. The day being somewhere around 1860ish. Empty pleasantries, childish gossip and blatant social climbing. She longed for something interesting to talk about. Murder, mayhem. These things she was used to.
After dessert she excused herself to the bathroom to get some distance and some air. Zac's constant hovering was driving her insane, it was all she could do to tune out the annoying hum of his blood.
Closing the bathroom door behind her she sighed loudly. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she weighed up the information she had learnt. She still didn't have any clue as to their motivation for calling her.
Walking into the house as she had had certainly thrown them off the scent. The wine and the food had been spiked with something that Zac had obviously thought would have an effect on her. Silver and garlic? She smiled to herself when she
Zac had crept out from the dining room and watched her from the hallway. Smiling brightly, Aya stepped inside and hugged Alex. "Lovely to see you again," she chirped.
Zac hid his look of confusion. She hadn't been invited in at all. She just stepped through the door like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. It was ordinary, but she had so many vampire tendencies he was sure she couldn't come in... And she couldn't be compelled, either. Was he wrong? He snapped back to reality as he realized she was speaking to him. "Earth to Zac," she snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"What, don't I get a hug?" he said, a wicked tone to his voice.
She laughed, "No."
"Aya, you wound me," he feigned clutching his heart as she glided past him into the dining room.
Liz, Sam and Gabby were seated at the table, drinking wine and laughing at some joke Sam had just told. Upon seeing her, Liz got up and poured her a glass from the near empty bottle. Handing her the glass she said brightly, "Aya! It's great that you could make it! Here, have a glass."
Aya took the wine glass and sat at an empty spot at the table, Zac sitting across from her. She took a sip, aware that Zac was watching her closely, pretending to be distracted by something else. "Thank you to Alex for inviting me," she inclined her head towards him as he came back in from the kitchen.
"Oh, it was no problem," he blushed. "Everything's ready if you're hungry now?"
"If you like," Aya smiled kindly.
Liz stood abruptly at this and said, "I'll help you, Alex."
"It's a nice wine," Aya said, swirling the red liquid around the glass as they disappeared into the kitchen.
Zac slumped back in the chair, almost disappointed.
"I picked it out," said Gabby. "I'm the only one who knows what's good. Otherwise we would have got the cheapest one."
Sam laughed at this and agreed as Liz placed a plate in front of Aya. When they were all seated, they began to eat.
"Meatloaf," Alex shrugged almost apologetically, when Aya raised her eyebrow at him.
"How American," she smiled politely. She ate a few mouthfuls, making a conscious effort to taste every bite. Everyone but Alex seemed to be watching her. "This," she says gesturing to the plate with her fork, "This is delicious."
"Great," Alex beamed at her. "It's about the only thing I can cook."
"Well, you can cook it well, that's for sure," Liz said.
Aya couldn't help herself. She coughed loudly, feigning choking on a mouthful of potato. Zac sat forward in his chair, his expression hopeful. She thumped her chest and took a mouthful of wine. "Went down the wrong way," she smiled brightly.
As the conversation naturally turned to things that were more familiar to the host, she groaned inwardly. It was fast turning into one of those boring dinner parties where people told annoying personal jokes. Unfortunately, she was the odd one out having only been around a week or so. It reminded her of the formal dinners and cocktail parties she had attended back in the day. The day being somewhere around 1860ish. Empty pleasantries, childish gossip and blatant social climbing. She longed for something interesting to talk about. Murder, mayhem. These things she was used to.
After dessert she excused herself to the bathroom to get some distance and some air. Zac's constant hovering was driving her insane, it was all she could do to tune out the annoying hum of his blood.
Closing the bathroom door behind her she sighed loudly. Looking at her reflection in the mirror she weighed up the information she had learnt. She still didn't have any clue as to their motivation for calling her.
Walking into the house as she had had certainly thrown them off the scent. The wine and the food had been spiked with something that Zac had obviously thought would have an effect on her. Silver and garlic? She smiled to herself when she
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