Impressions of Three Men in Black

Impressions of Three Men in Black Part 21

Impressions of Three Men in Black

Chapter Twenty-One

Take a break; the war will wait

Celeste has spoken with her friend Felix and her mate Caius about her concerns in staying with the Volturi. She wants to hear what Marcus, her more level-headed mate, has to say, so intends to pay him a visit.

I used google translate for the Italian, so my apologies if its wrong.

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It was another week of feeling the near abandonment of her mates when Celeste met up with Felix. He had found her sulking outside on the flat roof top of the castle, eating food she had gotten from the Volturi's chef. This roof was a place the vampires could go to observe the city in relative peace, and high above prying eyes. Some didn't like the feeling of being fully exposed when they moved among the humans.

Felix sat next to his friend, and glanced over the collection of food she had managed to get. "Hmmm, looks...disgusting, but you're obviously enjoying it."

"Felix, I swear, if you start talking about blood, I'll...I'll..."

"You'll do what?" he asked, leaning closer, his crimson eyes fixed on hers.

"Better be careful you don't incur the wrath of my mates," she warned, hoping Felix was just teasing her.

Sitting back, he laughed. "What did I do?"

"You're flirting," she replied accusingly, her mouth full of cold lasagna.

"I would never dare," he said grimly. "The masters are not that forgiving."

"Ok, ok, sorry. I don't want you to get into trouble anyway, so no more teasing. Besides, I'm eating this delicious food you can't have."

Felix waved a hand at Celeste. "Thank the gods, and no thanks. Preferirei morire piuttosto che mangiarlo," he continued muttering. "So you bothered the chef. He didn't snap your head off?"

"Not at all. He likes me," Celeste said smugly. "And he practices his English on me."

Explaining to Felix that she was feeling hungry, Celeste told him how she had decided to go find something for lunch. Most of the human staff had already eaten, so when she entered the kitchen, there were only three people sitting at a table together, eating and talking. Celeste spied the chef wrapping up the lunch leftovers. She ran over to him before he could put everything away into the giant refrigerator, asking, "Chef, posso avere il resto? Ho tanta fame e non ho ancora mangiato." She hoped he had no plans for the food and would gladly give it to her. He did, and with a smile.

The Chef, enjoying practicing his English with Celeste, replied in her language, "Of course you may. Let me get you something to carry it in. Will you be going to your room, Signorina Celeste?"

"No, I want to have a picnic up on the roof. It's too gorgeous outside to waste the day."

"Ah, molto bene. Here are some utensils and a bottle of water as well." He gave her a big grin while packing everything into the food carrier. "I tossed in some cinnamon cookies too." He handed her the chiller to carry. "Divertiti, piccolina."

"Piccolina! I'm five feet, seven inches," she huffed, but gave the normally gruff older man an impulsive hug. "Grazie, Chef. Il tuo inglese sta migliorando," she said with a smile, praising his improving English. She waved at him as she left the kitchen and headed upstairs.

"So here you find me, having a wonderful meal of leftovers, and his leftovers are better than some people's first attempts." She wiped her mouth with a cloth napkin the chef had included in the carrier, and turned to Felix.