BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 2

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened last night.

Part of me wanted to believe it was just a dream.

That there was no awful date, no broken cat, no hungry vampire; but in the end, I still wore the scars under several flesh colored bandages.

I did what I was told and went to urgent care early in the morning. From the Doctor's observations, I was just fine. I just needed some shots as a precaution and a blood test screening. After an anxious wait for my results and a green light for clean, I was ready to work.

Back to the mundane day-to-day life of a coffee shop barista in the bustling city of Seattle.

To think there's a fucking vampire in the city of Seattle... and I'm expected to believe that I'm going to go on with my days as if nothing happened?! That blood sucking bastard! That horrible, no good, British speaking... tongue flicking... handsome son of a bitch...

"Soooo how'd the date with that Bloke go?"

Camilla brushed up against my side like the curious cat she was. From the way her face was shaped and those exotic feline eyes, it's no wonder I compared her to a cat so much. She was tall, sexy, and tan; three qualities I fail to fulfill.

Maybe if I was like her, I wouldn't end up with shitty men.

"It was fine." I lied.

"Uh oh." She frowns. "I know that face."

Was I that easy to read?

I rolled my eyes; cutting open the bag of espresso beans to add to the hopper.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh common now," She leans her hand on the marble counter. "I've seen that disappointed face every single time ya end up going on a shit date. I ask you how it was, the corners of your mouth sink like the Titanic. Your eyes become sad, your cheeks deflate; it's very obvious you're lying."

Fuck.

"It's as if you were related to Sherlock." I snort. "But seriously, don't worry about it."

She reaches out to place a perfectly manicured hand on my forearm, forcing me to stop cleaning and give her my undivided attention.

"Talk to me babe." She says gently. "I've never heard a therapist once say that keeping ya emotions in was the best idea. Besides, ya know I love me some good gossip."

"Hm." I huff a smile. "That I know."

It's all you ever care for.

I toss the towel onto the sink behind me, turning my aching body so I could lean against the marble counter behind me.

I sighed, trying to recall the memories of the date that already made me feel comfortable to talk about. My arms were instantly crossed, protecting my sensitive heart that always felt like it was breaking.

"So... I don't know how to put this nicely, but your girl friend's friend Mike," I shook my head at the mental picture of his face. "Not a nice guy."

"Oh Babe, no." She frowns. "Say it isn't so."

I shrugged, recalling all his comments that stuck with me.

"He was forty-five minutes late to the restaurant. It was obvious he was coming from the gym or something since he showed up in athletic wear. The attire wouldn't have bothered me if he had just given me a heads up, but when I had been the only one to put in the effort to wear a god damn dress and heels— in Seattle weather mind you, it's kind of a little unfair."