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Chapter 16 | Enchantment

After another hour of talking over everything they could manage, Ricky finally decided to leave Ryan's room for the night. His main deciding factor being a knock at the door. He walked to the door, speaking, "That'd be my cue to leave. Have fuuuun."

"Fuck you." Ryan snit.

Ricky opened the door, smiling mischievously at Paris. He picked up one of the plates and wine glasses from his tray. "Thank you, I'll be back in my room with my wife. Did you bring him something yet?"

Paris nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good, though he'll steal my dinner too anyways." He joked. "Have a good night."

"You as well." He softly smiled. When he looked back forward, he nearly jumped to see Ryan was now right in front of this. "Oh!" He gasped, "You startled me. May I set this down in your room?"

He stepped aside to allow the smaller inside. "Of course. Thanks. I'm guessing, considering my room is the last in the hall, this is your last stop for the night?"

Paris gently set the silver tray on top of the dresser. "Yes, it is. Did you need something?"

"No, no. I was just wondering if you'd like to stay in here a little while? I could use the company." He replied, "That is, if you want to." 

He folded his hands in front of him politely with blushing cheeks. "I'd love to. Thank you, Sir."

Ryan sat on the end of his bed, responding, "You don't have to call me that, you know. I'm not much of the formal type. Come sit down. How long have you been working here?"

As happy as Paris was to be getting attention from a charming, handsome man like this, he was nervous as Hell. He sat down beside Ryan, keeping a safe and respectful distance. "Since it opened, pretty much." He shyly said, "Almost everyone's been here since 2012 or 2013. Angela came a little later but that's because the first maid... She, um, she was gone."

He raised his eyebrow curiously, "What'd you mean by that?"

"Um... She, uh, she got killed by one of the patients in Rest Point. That's why all their rooms are so dirty now. Angela isn't allowed to go in and clean." He explained.

"They've never hurt you, have they?" Ryan asked.

He shook his head, "No, I'm not even allowed there. I make their meals, but Shae brings them to them. I wouldn't want to go there even if I could."

Ryan softly ran his palm up Paris' arm, musing, "That's good. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt. Your skin is so soft. How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

His voice became even quieter as his heart raced a million miles an hour, "I'll be a hundred next July."

"No wonder why you're so beautiful. You're young, unlike me. Time's really beat the shit out of me." He laughed.

At this point, Paris was screaming internally. He tried to keep a level head the best he could. "Y-You think... I'm beautiful?"

Ryan snickered, "Yes, don't you?"

"I... I, um, n-no, not... not really." He stammered.

"You should. You're gorgeous." He combed his hand through Paris' hair to get it out of his face. "Your eyes are incredible. They're almost clear." His voice dropped to a whisper, "Can I see your real eyes? I bet they're gorgeous."

Paris bashfully smiled. He looked down, contemplating the situation in his head. It was rare anyone, even another vampire, cared to see red eyes. They're normally thought of as violent instead of comforting. Unfortunately, as Ryan had said, he was still young for his species. His youth made him foolish enough to do anything for a boy he liked.