Make Me, Bite Me, Taste Me

Chapter 6: Who are you

I walk into the place where the gala is being held and it is as beautiful as it always is. Its in a art studio style building. With glass openings and candles with white roses aligning the wall heading to the main room. Once in the main room there are tables and chairs organized around the dance floor with a stage and a live band in the front. I look around the table settings for my name. Once I find it I take a seat. It doesn't take long before people begin to walk up to me introducing themselves and acting as though they know me. Meanwhile they are all thinking different things such as why is she here, I wonder what she is wearing, etc. You get the idea. I'm in the middle of talking to Mr. And Mrs. Lowell when I get this weird feeling I'm being watched. I turn to look around when I spot I man walking towards me with his eyes locked directly on mine. The man is extremely attractive, he has very tall and muscular with medium length black hair combed back. He has on a black suit and he seem very confident walking through the room. Looking I see why when every female in the room is following his movements. The closer he gets I see his eyes are so green its as if they were emeralds. He steps in front of my and it takes till then for me to realize why he carries himself the way he does vampire.

"I wouldn't do that my love" he says. His voice powerful and strong but calms me immediately.

"And why not" I ask instead of answering he grabs my hand bringing it to his lips before placing a soft kiss on the top off my handle sending a shock to my system. He smiles up at me with a very charming smile but his mind is telling me that he notice how I've changed. From the pulse of my heart to the heavy breathing. I don't know what to do I've never reacted this way towards anyone.

"I'm not just anyone" he whispers letting me know he has been reading my thoughts as well.

"Who are you" I ask yanking my hand from his.

"Ah......ah...ah" he says waving his finger as though to scold me.

"Now what kind of gentleman would I be not to ask a lady to dance" he says.

"Considering your most likely not a gentleman half the time anyways I wouldn't take it personal" I say as sweetly as possible.

"You do know what they say about assuming don't you" he ask

"It makes an ass of you and me" I tell him to which he laughs as though it is the funniest thing he has ever heard.

"You are very funny" he says

"Well I do try" I tell him in a bored tone.

"May I have the honor of this dance" he ask holding out his hand. When I hesitate his lip fights a smile.

"You should smile more, it makes you look more friendly" I tell him after thinking up a word other than what I wanted to say.

"If you give me this dance I promise to smile and look more " friendly"" he says adding his quote's in.

"One dance but you must be on your best behavior and I wish to know your name" I say placing my hand in his.

"Of course" he replies leading me to the dance floor. He places one hand on my hip while the other holds my hand and we begin to dance. He tilts his head to the side as if he is examining me or trying to figure me out.

"What" I say fighting a small smile.

"You are very unique" he says

"How so" I ask and he just smiles and shakes his head.

"Your name" I ask

"My name is Lucas Blackwood" he says

"I'm Raven..." I began but he cuts me off

"I know who you are" he says and then I remember the twins at my school.

"Why are you looking for me" I ask still dancing not trying to draw attention.

"We must speak" he says

"I kill your kind for a living, what makes you think I would want to speak to you" I say beginning to get mad.

"I know what you do and the way I see it your speaking to me now" he says back to me. Out of frustration and irritation I give a little growl and turn to walk away when he pulls me to him. Not hard but enough to collide into his chest. Startled I look up to his eyes only to find his lips descending onto mine. Before I have the chance to think or even react he his kissing me. Drawing me in as if the world has stop moving around us. I find myself with my hands in his hair pulling him closer to me. As were kissing I taste blood realizing he has bit my lip I do the same to him. All of a sudden its as though we are no longer at the gala but in a bedroom I have never seen. The bed has a blood red canopy surrounding it with black silk sheets and lying in the bed is me making love with Lucas "forever mine my love" he whispers "make me, bite me, taste me, make me yours my vamp" I whisper back. In real life a pull away knocking us out of the vision or whatever it was.

"No, no, no" I repeat over and over again not wanting to believe what I just seen. I look to him one last time seeing his eyes sketched with concern and some lingering lust from the vision we just seen and I flee without a word and before he can talk.