The Harvest Moon

Chapter seven

As I saw him looking at my lips, I couldn’t help but to blush. This man, vampire, older than hell was giving me the look. The look when a guy realizes just what it is he has in front of him, the look every woman looks for when she walks down the aisle. He was giving me that look, diverting his gaze from my lips to my eyes. As I looked away, so did he, and it was getting awkward. My face was beyond beet red, Dylan, of course wasn’t blushing at all. He didn’t have a heartbeat to pump the blood to his face. But my heart was working and in overdrive. And all the while getting this attention from him, Bo was running through my mind.

“I’m going to get some air.” I said getting up, almost bumping into Mike, who was looking at me with a worried expression.

“ok.” Dylan said softly and I could feel him watching me as I was walking to the door.

I stood under the dark blue awning, watching sheets of rain slam into the ground. It was cool, chilly. I Tightened the jacket Dylan had gotten me around my body. But I didn’t nearly feel as warm as I would if I was standing here with Bo, with the heat radiating off his body. I haven’t talked to him all day, last time I saw him was last night while he was babysitting me and I got a bit drunk. The way he held as he carried me to the house, as he skillfully ran, jumping over logs and avoiding any of nature’s traps. Than there was Dylan, showing me his sweet, jealous, side.

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“What happened?” Father asked while sitting across from me, in the same spot Alana was sitting at just seconds before.

“Nothing, she was just feeling flustered, was feeling a bit warm.”

“Oh than should we go back. Maybe she’s feeling ill.”

“No, no she’ll be fine. Let’s just order. I’m fairly sure I know what she wants.”

“Ok if you think so.”

As we both took a look over the menu, nothing was as appealing to me as it would be for a human. Chicken club sandwiches’, also available in turkey, Garden salads, Cesar salad, vegetarian burger, steak, cheesy fries, mozzarella sticks, and other fattening foods dipped in grease.

“Hello, my name is Jamie I’ll be your waiter this evening, can I start you off with your drinks?”

A short, thin girl with bouncy red curls and red freckles, holding a small notepad and a pink pen, stood there looking between me and my father.

“I’ll take a Cola, father will have water and a chocolate milkshake.” The small girl wrote it all down, scribbling her pink pen,

“Are you ready to order or do you need a little more time?”

“Just a few more minutes,” I said and father was giving her the glance over, like she was going to be his dessert for the night.

“So how did the blonde go?” I asked my father casually, he always went after light hair girls, blondes redheads, light brown hair. I never really had a preference. And because he looks like an older brother than father, its not hard for him to get a girl to fall into his arms have him suck her dry.

“She was sweet, not too sweet. Just right.”

“Oh, father-”

“I have never bitten a gypsy so therefore I do not know if you’ll ever get used to the taste of her blood. But! The sooner you change her the sooner the temptation will fade.”

“I don’t have-”

“Temptation? Of course you do my boy! I can see it in your eyes, the bloodlust you have for the girl.”