FIGHT OF LOVE AND HATE

Successful Friendly Meet Up

Olivia Pov

We were both walking out of the restaurant together. "Are you free right now? If not, I have-" 

"I'm sorry, but I have an early morning meeting with the officers." "Of course, you're busy. I am sorry for thinking you were free," she murmured, tucking her hair behind her ear. I'm noticing her entire outfit now. She clearly has fantastic fashion sense. 

Her black leather jacket complemented her blue skinny pants that enhanced her body curves, a cream-colored top, and brown boots. "So I'm guessing here is where we go our seperate ways," she remarked, her gaze fixed on her feet. She stated this in a somber tone. Is she sad? But what about it?

"So, will we meet again? If you say no, that's OK with me; I mean, I don't mind if you don't want to hang out with me because well, I—" "You're doing it again," I stated as I took a slight step closer to her. I could feel her breath being trapped as she lifted her face to find me standing so close to her. "What?" she said in hushed tones, looking up at me. Her eyes, dammit, her eyes I can't think properly without being hooked in it. 

What the heck is the matter with me? 

I took a step back and cleared my throat, and she focused straight ahead at the passing cars. "You started talking too fast, something I observed you do a lot." I said as I looked at her face.

 ""I'm sorry," she mumbled, "but to answer your question. I am prepared to cancel some of my plans in order to meet with you." I said, and she looked at me with a huge smile on her face, making me smile as well. 

"Really," she murmured, as though she had just gotten what she hoped for. "How about Sunday?" I said, and she pouted. She definitely pouts a lot. 

"But, that is after 4 days and-" I arched an eyebrow at her, and she abruptly stopped speaking as a result of my reaction. Too demanding as well.

"But that's okay; that's a wonderful Sunday, Perfect. Sunday is my favorite day off on the weekend," she said, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "I should get going, see you on Sunday," I murmured as I walked away from her, but she stopped me again.

 "Hey, could I get your phone number?" she said, and I simply stared at her. She explained in detail, although stutteringly, after seeing my face. "So that, I can text you the place where to meet and all, well it's alright if you don't want. But how am I going to contact you?" I groaned once again as a result of her nervously quick speaking. "39848712," I said.

 "What?" "My telephone number is 39048712. Please text me the place and timings." I waved goodbye and walked to my car to get a nice night's sleep.

Ava Pov

When I entered my house, it was completely silent except for the TV in the living room, which was turned on. I walked in and found my parents and Theo on the couch.

 "Your princess has arrived, Dad." I sighed and gave Liam a sour face. "Where were you, Princess?" dad inquired. "I was out, dad."

 "What were you doing?"he questioned.

 "Having dinner." 

"With." Mom pressed, with a curious look on her face.

"Ughh, I just entered the home, why are you all interrogating me?" I was becoming agitated, I acknowledged. 

"We simply want to know, Ava," Mom replied. "Sorry mom, I was out with a friend mum," she continued, "would this friend of yours chance to be a detective with the name Olivia Miller?" I looked up, startled that they knew her name.

I mean, I only discovered her name today at the diner. "How did you—" I came to a stop and stared at Theo. "You told them," I snapped, it wasn't his place to tell our parents. Dammit, it was supposed to be me to inform mom and dad.

 "Why the hell—no, wait a minute, how do you know her name, I just told you about a woman who is a detective. I didn't tell you her surname." I realized something when I pointed my finger at him.

"Theodore Lopez, Please don't tell me you ran a background check on her."

 "What I have to make sure is that she is not hanging out with a serial murderer, and trust me, over the century I have met many psychopaths who kill their date on the first meeting," he added, shrugging his shoulder and went back to watching TV. "Ava," Dad said in a monotone voice.

"Dad, I swear to you, she's safe. I can't even put into words how I felt the first time I met her. Her scent, her voice. Except for the fact that she is human and a detective, she poses no threat to me." I laughed when I realized this.

"To top it all off, whenever I'm with her, I feel as if I'm alive and experiencing several emotions at the same time. But they aren't feelings of hunger or rage; they're feelings of joy. Despite the fact that we were meeting for the third time, I was pouring my heart out about how I felt about her." When I looked back at my parents, I saw love in their eyes and a grin on their cheeks.

 "It appears that someone has found their mate." I launched a pillow at Theo.

"Shut up, it's too early to find out about it." "But, Honey, the way you just expressed your feelings for her to us showed that you love her." Even though my cheeks were starting to flush, I grumbled.

 "No, I'm not in love with her....yet. But I'm not sure, and she didn't even think of our dinner as a date tonight. I might have to put in some effort to get her to let me take her out."

"Do whatever your heart desires, but be careful, Ava. Your brother discovered something when looking for information, you should see."

 "What is the information about, is it concerning the murder that occurred?" I inquired. He handed me a file and told me to look at it myself.

Olive Pov

I removed my sandals and coat as I entered the home. Going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, I discover my parents and brother with our guns laid out on the counter table. 

"So, what's your verdict?" dad questioned. I simply nodded. "Elaborate honey," Mom urged. "She ticked every checklist I set, she fits it," I remarked, glancing at my brother, who was smiling.

"Let's start polishing our weapons, a war is coming," he stated, his voice husky, which we all disregarded. My parents were looking at me, and I sighed once more, fearing they didn't believe me. 

"Yes, dad, I'd bet my life that the girl I met, Ava Lopez, is a vampire and the murderer of the guy near the New Orleans bar. I'm tired now, so I should go to bed. I have a meeting in the early morning." I mentioned this as I walked upstairs to my bedroom.

Ava Lopez is a Vampire.