Eternally to be Loved... *ON HOLD*

CHAPTER 2 :- Hungry but Definitely not tired...

ASH'S POV

      At that moment she appeared. She wore a tight red halter revealing the curves at the right place and her shorts placed at the hip girdle revealing her flat stomach. It was supposed to have a casual look yet she looked so sexy in it.
       "Hey!" I say out loud. "Hi." she smiles shyly but I noticed something else too. As she walked, she staggered. Oh yes, she must be weak and she needed food desperately. The others were gaping at her like mad fools staring at a piece of gold. "I bet you are hungry. Come on to the kitchen. Then we'll decide what you want to eat." "Yeah, sure, I am pretty famished though." She says as she rubs her stomach.
        "Yeah me too." says Dylan, breaking out from the trance which the other guys are still into. Right now, I could imagine Zac hitting his palm on his forehead but as for right now, he is in the trance mode.
         We walk into the kitchen as I feel the trance break. "So what do you want to eat?" I ask with a chef's hat on my head and my hands on the counter she had taken a seat in front of me.

ZAC'S POV

          Kristen was walking slowly down the stairs. More than looking like a plain boring journalist, she looked like a stunning model. I could tell she was weak but yet confidence radiated well out of her. She had all the qualifications of a model. Wonder what stopped her? No one knew it better than me.
        At that moment I realized that all of us were staring like fools. But we couldn't help it, could we? She had that effect and we fell for it like mortals. Ash immediately getting out of her trance leads her to the kitchen, giving us time to come out of it. I don't know why but I felt like she had some kind of power over us. I could tell that she was a special case. Like she held something in that fragile body of hers.

         I also noticed a tattoo on the back side of her right shoulder. A beautiful blue butterfly. That was not the only one but three other tiny ones following the mother in a tilted manner. It made the bearer get even a more sexy look. SIGH...

KRISTEN'S POV

            "So what do you want to eat?" Ash asks with a small smile. Before I could even answer, Dylan shouts out in excitement "I want pizza!" And then when he realised what he had done was rude, he murmured "Ummm... Sorry!" His face becomes a little red that he begins to look like a cute tomato. I smile, a simple gesture of 'it's ok' and before I could even open my mouth, I was interrupted again. "Wait, I know. You will like this... Oh, and your pizza is in the oven, Dylan." Ash says as he takes out the ingredients.
When I see takes the ingredients barely enough for one person, I ask in innocent curiousity. "Chef Ash!....What about the other guys? Aren't they going to eat too?" "Oh, them? they have already eaten." At first I thought he was lying but then it didn't seem like that. They truly must've eaten without me.
         Guess I've been watching 'Lie To Me' a lot . I shook of that thought and decided to rely on my common sense. Ok, so they must have been hungry. That's why they ate without me. At least I have Dylan for company even though he must be eating for the second time. God, that guy is known for his love for food.
        At that moment, I was snapped out from my thoughts as Ash brings in the surprise. It was white sauce pasta with extra shredded cheese. Yum, it looked so tasty and mouth-watering and I bet it tasted the same too. Ash must have realized that I was drooling as I heard him chuckle. "Kristen, you can eat all you want. It's not an illusion."

  I begin to dig in, hog, gulp down, any word you want to use cause eating would barely cover the current action. Wow, this guy can cook. And his talent for it is unexplainable. "Chef, where did you learn to cook so nicely? "I ask curiously. "My dad was a chef so I think it's runs in my blood and embedded in my genes." He say proudly with a casual shrug. "Seriously, tomorrow onwards, I'm sitting in the kitchen, learning how to cook with you." "Sure. At least to some one I can show off my cooking skills." he says with a sense of pride. "Well, aren't you gonna eat?" I ask as I see him looking at me eat and I totally hate it when someone does that. "Ummm, no. I already ate with the boys." Right now, I'm secretly thanking Dylan for eating with me even though he was silent . At least I don't look mad alone. I have company that will hog with me and won't even judge me cause he will be doing the same.
          "Hey,  I'm giving you company too." Ash complains. Did I just say my thoughts out loud?... Maybe I just didn't realize.

          I quickly finish my food (any day not faster than Dylan. That guy just empties his plates in seconds. and by that I mean all the food goes down in the stomach.), thank Ash for the fabulous food and straight away head to my room. I'm not really that sleepy as I had already taken my power nap, so I decided to read a book. There was shelves filled with books and surprisingly all of them were old classics. Why surprisingly, because they turned out to be my favourites out of all the possible categories with the exception of fantasy.
        I scanned the whole collection of the wide range the variety offered me and I ended up on choosing Dracula by Bram Stoker. I had read it only half way so I thought that now that I have the time, why not finish the book now? I quickly get ready for bed and begin to sink in the story.

ASHTON'S POV

      I was really happy that someone really enjoys the food I make. I could have made it before but no one in the band could appreciate the talent. It would all go in waste. Maybe except Dylan. That little guy could literally eat through anything. But still it felt hopeless. But now this means I could start food inventing again and gladly there will be no one to stop me this time. Plus she looks very cute when she is eating. I could watch her all day if she allowed me to do so but she hates it when people do that. I smile at the memory of her eating. And then she had to show her table manners which is very annoying according to her. She just loved to enjoy the goodness of food. So where is the place for formalities?
            Suddenly I hear a voice, interrupting my thoughts. Zac's voice, had to be. "Hey bro, you saw my book? The one I was reading. Dracula?" I shake my head slowly. "You've already read that book a million times. Why do you want to read it again?" I ask. "I just want to read it again, ok?" He snaps and I back off.  He murmurs to himself as he walks away.
        "I don't know, man. I left it here somewhere." OK, so what was I thinking ? Oh forget it. I began walking towards my room. I passed Kristen's room but I heard something so I walked back to hear it clearly. Seems like she was talking to herself. " I like the idea Bram had. It has formed a base for all vampire fiction. And the flair he has used to write is amazing. I wish such ideas creeped into my head..." I froze.  "Zac! "I called out. He comes." Yes, bro. What do you want?" "I think your book might just be in there." I say, pointing at the door. "Who was incharge of the books?" he asks after sighing.
           Ummm... I thought you cared about the book more. "Chris?" unsure to where this was leading to. He yells his name and when he appears in front of him, Zac playfully scolds him. "What did I tell you about the books?... Apparently now one of my favourite book is ended up there. You are going to get it. For me."  and Zac goes. Chris nods and goes in. Wanted to see the show but it would bring a lot of suspicion so I gotta go.

KRISTEN'S POV

  "Hey!" I look up, pretty annoyed that I was disturbed from an interesting story like this one. It was Chris. "Hey, I'm so sorry. Didn't really notice you there." I say as I shut my book and fold my legs while he sits on the bed, near me and frowns. "Why aren't you asleep, Love?" Did he just call me Love?  "Not sleepy, I guess." I say with a simple shrug. He seemed unsatisfied with my answer cause he frowned harder. "Well I think you are. You really need some rest." I guess I have to agree with him.  Suddenly I felt so sleepy. Don't ask me how. " I guess you're right . I gotta go to sleep. I am very sleepy. Good night." and I pull the quilt over my body and I shut my eyes. The last thing I hear is a sigh, his soft hand caressing my cheek and a whisper which definitely meant Good night and sleep overcame my consciousness.