The Heart Of A Vampire

chapter forty nine: cloaks

She fell silent, not sure what to say in response.

Soon enough though, he had cleaned up the mess and placed the broken shards in a nearby trash can before turning around to face her.

"My offer still stands," he stated simply.

"I..." she began, faltering. "I'll go."

His eyes twinkled for a moment.

"I thought you might say that. Why don't I come pick you up tonight at 6? Be ready by then."

She quickly nodded, beginning to chew on her bottom lip nervously.

"Alright then," he spoke, smiling slightly.

He turned, his back now slightly facing her.

"Might you bestow upon me the honor of walking me to the door?" He suggested in an almost teasing tone.

"Perhaps if you buy me a drink tonight," she responded playfully, clearly having recovered.

It was something he liked about her. Even when left speechless, she would quickly recuperate and retort with that quick wit of hers.

He smirked.

"I'll think about it."

And with that, he held out his arm for her to take.

She immediately took it, beginning to guide him to the door as though he didn't know himself where it was.

Once they arrived there, she opened it for him, watching as he stepped out.

He turned to face her.

"I'll see you tonight."

She smiled.

"See you soon."

And with that, he was gone.

Later that night, Evangeline found herself sitting in the living room, working on some embroidery.

She was dressed up, ready to go out, trying to busy herself as she waited for him.

And soon enough, he arrived. His loud knock echoed throughout the room right as the clock ringed for 6 pm.

She immediately stood up to open the door for him and found him dressed in a deep black cloak, covering most of his body and casting a dark shadow over his face.

"Was I not supposed to get dressed up?" She inquired hesitantly.

He raised an eyebrow.

"A huge part of this is blending into the background. You're dressed up as though you were going to a ball. We aren't in France any more. You look beautiful of course, as usual, but perhaps you should don a cloak like myself," he responded.

She blinked, surprised.

"Oh- good point!" She finally conceded after a moment, trying to ignore the way her heart skipped a beat when he called her beautiful.

But when she didn't move to go get a cloak, his brows furrowed.

"You don't have one, do you?"

She shook her head, making him chuckle.

"Wait here. I'll be back with one."

She nodded, leaning against the doorframe and watching as he lurked off back into the darkness.

A few minutes later, she could make out his figure slowly lumbering back over.

The next thing she knew he was towering over once more, a cloak in hand, which he promptly handed to her.