The Same Star. (Ian Somerhalder vampire story)

Chapter Eight.

October's point of view;
                                        ~~~~~~~~

There's something about this intriguing man... but I can't quite put my finger on it. His beautiful eyes are like pools of torturing secrets and menacing surprises. Even though there is this deep instinct in the pit of me telling me, 'Run!' The pull of this extreme attraction I have for Roman has me frozen and gravitating to him.

'I have to know him.' My subconscious repeats repetitively.

Roman fills my glass with a sparkly pink champagne, handing to me ever so gently; our fingers grazing each others causing an electric shock through my being.

"This toast is for Memphis. A loving and caring friend, a spectacular son, and the best brother that anyone could have asked for." Roman cheers, raising his glass in the air, the rest us following suit. "Today we celebrate his life, and not the tragedy that has fallen upon him."

We all clink our glasses together before pouring the fizzy liquid into our mouths.

I reach my hand over to Roman, placing it on his thigh and giving it a slight squeeze,  "Thank you." I whisper, teary eyed.

He places his hand upon mine, his radiating smile showing off his perfect pearly whites.

                                             ~~~~~~~

After a few hours of happy bantering, memory sharing, and playful teasing we are ready to head out to the next destination of the night.

The gentleman Roman is he refuses anyone's efforts on pitching on the bill.

We all huddle back into the limousine, having a few drinks along the way. About after 15 minutes we arrive outside an extraordinary large nightclub.

As on cue the door opens and Roman hops out, extending his hand to me eagerly; repeating his actions from earlier.

'Will these damn butterflies cease to stop?' I groan inwardly, graciously accepting his request.

Once outside, Roman leans in close to the side of my face, his lips tickling my ear, "I don't think I'll be able to control myself if one of these desperate men look at you the wrong way tonight." He growls viciously.

My breath hitches in my throat, heart hammers against my bones, and the chills that I feel from the feral sound of his voice are indescribable.

Quickly he links my arm, walking to the door; completely disregarding the huge lineup. Everyone else in tow.

"Roman! It's good to see you man." A rather large man chirps, slapping Roman on his left shoulder.

Roman gives the man a sly smirk and nod, before continuing his way into the club.

Inside the club Roman keeps me closer than ever as we make it through the thick crowd of sweaty drunken people to our private booth. Once at our booth we all scoot in, squishing together.

The loud music thumping, and radiating throughout my body. My head moves to the beat as I patiently wait as Roman pours us all shots of Grey Goose.

Already slightly tipsy, I give him a sloppy smile before downing my shot. The white liquid lasting like water. Once all done our shots and feeling the warmth of the alcohol warming my veins, I feel the sudden urge to dance. Taking one last quick shot with the group, I lean towards Leah and Melissa,

"Lets go dance!" I yell over the booming music.

They nod in agreement, scooting out with me following. Before I have the chance to leave the booth I feel a cool, rough hand placed on mine.