The Heart Of A Vampire

chapter eighty four: no idea

She didn't respond, too busy trying to suppress the blush that had once again flared up on her pale skin.

Vlad smirked at the sight before pushing his chair a bit away from the desk, leaving some room- enough room for someone to sit.

And sit, was what he wanted her to do, if the way that he patted his thigh beckoningly meant anything.

"Gosh.." she mumbled under her breath as she obeyed, standing up and settling down on his lap.

His hand snaked around her waist, holding her tightly against his chest.

She remained quiet for a long time, trying to process her position and think of something to say- something that would relieve some of the tension in the room.

"Don't fall asleep on me now," he piped up "You alright down there? You haven't said anything."

"Oh, would you rather I make a speech?"

"If it's about how much you adore me, then I certainly wouldn't mind."

"I believe I've already professed my love to you," she retorted "And quite elegantly, in fact."

"Ah, yes," he mused "I recall you spent a good half an hour last night sobbing into my arms and apologizing for not realizing your feelings sooner."

She let out a huff of embarrassment at his words, remembering how embarrassingly she had acted prior.

"If you make fun of me for showing any kind of emotions, I think I'll never tell you I love you again!" she retorted.

"And trust me, I have no problem locking you up in the dungeons until you do," he teased, trailing his hand over her stomach.

"I hope by 'dungeon' you mean my bedroom."

"The bedroom that, might I remind you, is no longer yours," he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of her neck.

"You shall regret kicking me out," she promised "Once you have me in your bedroom, and you won't be able to even make your way to bed through all the clothes I shall have filling the room."

"You shall have a closet for a reason, Ev'."

"I may not have seen it yet, but I'm sure it won't fit all of my clothes," she shrugged "I have far too many."

"And how big do you think it is?" he asked.

"Perhaps big enough to hold one or two outfits," she responded "You don't have much variety in your dress, after all."

"You're right," he admitted "What an astute observation. Perhaps I shall have to extend it.."

"Probably farther than you'd expect, at that!"

"Ev', I've spent thousands of years taking the most superficial and vain women on this planet as my mistresses- trust me, I know how big a closet has to be to contain enough clothes for a noblewoman."

"So they were all noblewomen?" she asked, cocking her head.

"Each and every one," he confirmed with a nod. "Duchesses, and the like."

"I'm surprised you haven't taken up a common peasant," she mused curiously "Considering that they are far more accessible and available than noblewomen."

"They're terrified of me," he explained "The poor, I mean. I'm a monster to them. They're right to be afraid, of course, I cannot blame them, but regardless, no peasant would dare come near me, let alone become my mistress."

"If only they knew how much of a softie you could be," she teased.

"Only for you," he mumbled in an almost drowsy manner.

"I'm a special cookie," she muttered, smiling to herself as she got up and off of his lap.

He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand as he eyed her movements up and down.

"Speaking of cookies," he drawled "Which kinds should we have at the wedding?"

"Well, you mentioned that other vampires would be coming, so maybe for them, blood could be infused into the cookies?" she suggested "Blood flavored cookies, is what i'm trying to say."

"I don't know about that," he mused, his brows furrowing "Obviously the blood wouldn't be the only ingredient- there would be human foods involved as well. Flour, eggs, and the like. Depending on how powerful they are, different vampires have varying levels of tolerance for aforementioned human foods.. and knowing certain vampires- a Godbrand, for example- well.. they might end up taking on more than they can handle."

"Oh," she sighed "That makes sense. I suppose then, that we should choose which cookies to give to the humans, right? We can have a table for them and a table for vampires."

"Indeed," he nodded "I myself was actually thinking about that. Do you have any preferences in terms of flavor?"

"I couldn't care less. As long as the guests are happy."

He raised an eyebrow.

"And what of your happiness?"

"It doesn't matter," she responded "I won't be eating anyways, after all."

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't want to get bloated at my own wedding!" she laughed "Especially not in a corset.."

"I can imagine it wouldn't be fun," he chuckled "Considering the added constriction, at least."

"You have no idea," she muttered dryly.