"You're going to make me cry," she teased.
"Right in the middle of the tavern? I would never. I'd like to think I have a bit more shame than that- to make a woman cry in public."
"And in private?" She questioned.
"Let's just say that in private I've done much worse things than make them cry," he chuckled.
"I can't tell if you're referencing intimacy or torture."
"Perhaps both."
She raised an eyebrow at him before responding.
"I suppose that girl over there shall be the next name on the list you have for the former."
"You paint me a monster."
"It couldn't possibly be because you are one," she said sarcastically.
"I was under the impression that that was something you liked about me."
"Don't flatter yourself," she chuckled.
"Ouch. How cruel."
"Perhaps you'll be the next one to be crying."
"It's my turn, then?"
She nodded as the waiter suddenly appeared, setting down their food on the table.
"Thank you," she murmured, looking down at the plates of food before her.
Vlad on the other hand, only nodded in acknowledgment of the man's presence, not bothering to say anything.
After serving them, the waiter quickly walked off, leaving the two alone again.
"This looks delicious," Evangeline commented, her eyes twinkling in excitement.
"You seem awfully happy over some food," he responded.
"I haven't had lamb since I was in France," she explained "I've missed it, I suppose."
"I'm guessing lamb isn't the only food you've missed in that case. Anything else you've been craving?"
She paused for a moment in thought before responding.
"Salmon, smoked. Donuts too- I had the loveliest little chef back home who's donuts I absolutely adored. Perhaps lobster too, and filet mignon. Definitely macarons."
"I'm assuming you haven't had any of those foods since leaving?" He responded.
"No," she said with a sigh.
"I want to learn how to cook them on my own. I don't exactly have a chef anymore. Nor do I have the ingredients," she continued.
"But I do," he offered. "I don't mind having you come over to cook at my castle. I could even help you out. I have all the ingredients necessary for you."
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The Heart Of A Vampire
FanfictionThis story follows 19 year old Evangeline DeCarmille, the daughter of a French nobleman who is far too outspoken for her fathers liking and has been sent to live a humble life in the Romanian countryside for 2 years to get her out of the public eye...
