Memories From A Not So Distant Past

Ravenna

I drove about sixty down the highway. Rain furiously beat down on my car. I kept staring at the clock and getting nervous. Don't take it the wrong way I wasn't excited to see Helena, it was the complete opposite. I has dreading going to see her. Let alone on a...date... Yuck! I cant believe I'm doing this. It's for Morgana. I just said that in my head so I wouldn't turn back.

I entered the restaurant about an hour and a half after my departure from Morgan. The valet boy took my car and walked into the restaurant. I walked up to the podium in a calm manner.

"Good evening madam, do you have a reservation?"

"I'm meeting someone here Helena Burchil?" She looked at is list and looked back up at me.

"Yes madam, right this way." I followed him looking around at all of her people in their fancy clothes. Most from high society and it was easy to see. I was way out of my comfort zone in this place. The guy escorted me into a room that was very beautiful. There were fancy paintings on the walls, lots of pretty flowers and the moon was shining on a balcony.

Helena walked out of the shadows in a black dress with a slit going up her right leg. I gulped and stared at her for a moment. No matter how crazy and demented she was, she was still a very stunning woman. Guess all vampires are.

She reached out her hand towards me, "Well don't just stand there come to me." I slowly walked to her she took my hand and kissed it. She stepped back to look at me.

"Well don't you look delicious. I can almost eat you, but I rather eat something from here. We walked to the rounded table. Having been taught good manners I pulled her chair out for her. She seemed impressed again. I took my seat across from her. Her blue eyes were locked on me. I felt shivers going down my spine. I had to break this awkward silence with something.

"Like your dress." She smiled. Her smooth leg ran up mine. I flinched. She smiled and giggled.

"You like the dress or what's under it?" I think I'm going to be sick.

"Don't talk dirty to me Helena. I'm in no mood for it." She laughed and put her heel between legs touching my heated area.

"I can easily get you in the mood. And you will be later tonight." I grunted when she took her heel off of that. The waiter handed us our menus.

"Something to drink while you wait?" She smiled up at him and he melted

"A bottle of your finest champagne. Tonight should be a celebration." He nodded and walked out of the room. She looked up at me. I quickly put the menu in the way of her gaze. This menu was in Italian. I don't read Italian!

"See something you want yet?" The boy came back with the champagne. He poured two glasses then waited at the door for when we were ready to order.

I tried to look for pasta but everything was in Italian and there weren't any pictures. She could see I couldn't read the menu. She put hers down and crossed her arms.

"You need some help over there?" I snapped my head up at her. She was smirking at me. I hated that damn smirk of hers.

"No, I got it." She laughed at my confused face.

"Your fluent in five languages. Italian, is not one of them." She laughed a little louder.

"What you looking for love?" She stood up and walked behind me looking over my shoulder. I felt her breath go down my neck. It made my hair stand on end at the icy impact. I tried to move my neck, but I couldn't maneuver away from her.

"Pasta. Where's the pasta?" She turned the page and pointed to one.

"That one is excellent, but if you prefer the classic pasta then choose the one above it." I nodded and put the menu down. Her arms went around my upper chest.