Your Beloved Masters

Garlic Allergy

"Finally, you're awake. Do you feel better?" Vincent groaned and slapped his hand over his face. "No," he groaned. Klaus handed him vampire-safe hangover pills.

"Thanks." He rasped and shoved him down his throat dry. "I hope those kick in soon, we got lots of things to do!" I pulled out my list on my phone.

"You've got lots planned. Let's start with 'an authentic pasta place' shall we?" Klaus chuckled. "I'll look for places to make reservations. Dress nicely."

I squealed excitedly and jumped off the bed to dress differently, pulling my shirt and pants off.

"Orion!" Vincent cried. "What? You've seen me naked, relax." I responded, muffled by the light sweater I was pulling on over my head. I pulled on a nice pair of jeans over it with a belt.

"Get dressed, I wanna go eat Italian food," I whined and pulled him up from the bed. He obliged and stood up from the bed and dressed.

"You boys all ready? I'll get a driver to bring the car around." Klaus leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom as he typed away on his phone and made a quick call, pacing around the room for the duration.

"Alright, let's get going." He shut his phone off and shoved it into his pocket. He opened the door for us like a gentleman and led us down to the car and made sure we were both strapped in before telling the driver to go. He rolled up the partition.

"What do you want to do after dinner?" He asked, waving to the people on the streets.

"You're polite today. You haven't made a single sexual joke or advancement."

"I can be a gentleman when I want to." He scoffed. "I just like to be naughty."

I couldn't help but snort at that.

"I want to look around an art store. See if there are any pretty paintings on sale." Vincent grinned.

"Very nice. And you, Orion?"

"Hmm, that sounds nice. I want to sightsee, shop, and drink."

"What do you want to drink, Orion?"

"Wine?" I replied, coming out as more of a question.

They both gave me a droll look. "We have that at home, baby."

"Well, what else do you drink in Italy?" I huffed.

"Limoncello, campari, aperol spritz, amaro... need I go on?" Klaus grinned. "Ah, seems like we're at our spot." The car stopped slowly and the driver came out and around to open the doors. As I was seated in the middle, I left out of Vincent's door to avoid the paparazzi.

Klaus preened under the camera flashes, a sexy smirk on his face that showed off his face, his button-up was unbuttoned scandalously low, but that was his usual. He peered over the top of his black sunglasses and waved goodbye as he joined Vincent and me at the door.

The maitre d' greeted us with a bow and led us to a table. As I took a seat in one of the comfiest chairs I've ever been in, I noticed we were all alone.

The menu was handed to me and I thanked the host. His eyes went wide.

"Sweetheart, you're royalty now. There's no need to thank them, this is their job." Vincent whispered in my ear.

"That's rude." I scoffed. "He's just as alive as we are, he deserves respect too." I thanked him again in the best Italian I could get out around my accent.

"What do we want to drink tonight, gentleman? Probably something lighter for the two of you." Klaus hummed as he stared at the menu.

"Did you tell the staff about your allergy?" Vincent gasped.