"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
"Which room is Farlan and Isobel staying in?" I ask Dom as we walk down the hallway.
"Room two, and Alsadair is in room seven," he responds. I walk over and knock on the door with the number two on it. After a few seconds, it's opened by Farlan who looks a bit surprised at me.
"We were on our way to get something to eat. Wanna join us?" I ask and Farlan looks back into the room as Isobel then approaches and opens the door wider with a big smile.
"Of course we will!" she answers for the both of them and then she jumps out of the door and wraps her arm in mine.
"Where would you like to eat?" she asks me, as we venture down the hall. I look over my shoulder to see Dom knocking on Alasdair's door, probably asking him to join us as well.
"Mh, I don't know, where do you want to go?" I ask, but she just laughs in reply.
"I don't care, I'm not going to eat anything either way," she then answers with laughter in her eyes, to which I slap myself lightly on the forehead.
"That's right, I forgot," I answer and chuckle.
"Well, I want to go to a fancy restaurant, because I have never been" I then say. Isobel nods in approval.
"In that case, why don't we find you some fancy clothes then?" she asks, but I just give her a disapproving look.
"Is that necessary? We didn't bring any, and frankly, I don't feel like dressing up. Can't we just go as is?" I ask, and Isobel gawks back at me in surprise.
"I suppose there aren't any rules saying you have to wear fancy clothes to a fancy restaurant," she answers while looking contemplative.
"You know what? Screw it, I like breaking the rules, so let's do it!" she then continues much more enthusiastic than I anticipated. We give each other wide and daring smiles before basically skipping out of the house and down the street, looking for a nice restaurant.
We burst through the doors to a restaurant with the words 'fine dining' overhead the entrance. The hostess looks confused at the bunch of us before transforming her features into that usual friendly expression.
"Welcome! How may I help them?" she asks, and I let Isobel do the 'talking'.
"A table for five, please. Immediately," she commands, and the hostess doesn't wait a second before escorting us to a fancy and recluse table. Isobel and I take our seats first, while the men stand a bit hesitantly behind their chairs.
"Come on, sit," Isobel urges, but they just look at each other.
"Why don't we go find some blood-givers while you sit here? We can't eat anything here anyway, so it would rouse suspicion," Farlan says, but Isobel pins him with such a glare, that he dares not do anything other than sit.
"We are going to have a good time enjoying each other's company, and when Athena is done eating, we will go find some food for us. Agreed?" Isobel says, but it's clear they don't have a choice other than agreeing with her, so they nod in response. They quickly regain their composure and resume positions emanating confidence and superiority. I can't help but feel slightly jealous, wishing to be as self-confident and powerful as they appear to be.
A waiter approaches us and asks for our drinks, to which we all order red wine. When it's time to order food, I decide on a Beef Wellington. I've never had them before, but Alasdair told me they taste amazing from what he remembers. I have to agree with him, as I take my first bite. An explosion of deliciousness erupts in my mouth, and I almost melt into my chair in ecstasy. I quickly gobble up the rest of my plate, debating whether to lick it as well. I restrain myself, however, as I lean back in my chair, holding my full stomach and sighing in contentment.
We sit for a few moments more, discussing the plan for tomorrow. We agree to get a good night's sleep and gather our strengths since we don't know what tomorrow might bring. As soon as the sun rises, we are to return to Urquhart Castle and give it another search over for anything we might have missed.
As we all drink the rest of our wine, we get up and leave the restaurant. Back on the sidewalk, Dom pulls me aside.
"Let me take you back to our room - you need sleep more than we do, and I don't know how long we are going to be out for," he offers, and I nod with a smile.
"You just go on ahead, I'll join you soon," Dom says over his shoulder to the others, as we start to move back towards the bed and breakfast.
"About your question earlier, I think it might be best to wait," Dom then says to me, and I look up at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" I ask and he gives me a small smile.
"You know, when you are going to take down all established organisations of supernaturals, you are going to need all the strength you can get. The greatest strength you will ever have is yourself, and you won't ever be as strong as you are the week after your turn," he explains, and I nod, agreeing with his reasoning.
"You're right," I answer, at the same time a bit disappointed that I should wait, but also happy that he thought about my wishes and dreams. It tells me that he takes them seriously, and he really does wish me success and wishes to help me in every way he can.
"Thank you," I add, and he gives me a teasing bump with his shoulder.
"Don't mention it. I'm here to serve you, remember," he says in a teasing tone which helps me relax. Maybe I read too much into his enthusiasm earlier when I asked him to turn me since he seems back to his normal teasing and smug self.
We return to the room where he pulls me into him with one arm wrapped around me, gives me a firm kiss on the forehead and a playful smack to my butt, before wishing me a good sleep and then heading out.
I pull off my clothes before taking a long and hot shower, enjoying the quality time with myself. When I exit, I decide that I might as well remain naked, as I scoot into the bed and tug myself in. Before long, I'm asleep.
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