Vampire Bite

Chapter IV

We entered a huge dinning room. It was amazing; the room must have been bigger than my house back in the States. All the seats around the huge dinning table, which I guessed sat twenty comfortably, were taken except for two: one next to Răzvan's dad and the other next to his mom.

I was glad that Răzvan was holding my hand; I think I would have fainted if he hadn't been.

He walked me to my seat. I could feel their eyes as I walked passed. I could feel them crawling up my back ready to cut my head off.

Don't be ridiculous, if they are staring, it is because you are so beautiful.

I stopped myself from punching him in the arm in front of all these people. I could hear him stiff a low laugh, so low that no one probably even noticed. He then pulled out my chair and I sat as graceful as I could. Răzvan pushed my chair and "walked" around the table to get to his seat across from my own, though it did seem more like running. He still looked as if he was walking, but it was as if he was a movie on fast forward. Ya, that fast!

The second his butt touched the seat, a dozen waiters appeared from where I guess was the kitchen. After a minute, everyone was served.

No one touched his or her food. I then moved slightly to get my fork but then I heard Răzvan's voice warn me. Not yet. Wait.

I waited. Then I noticed everyone was no looking expectantly at Marko Stanovici, Vampire King. He slowly picked up his fork and knife, cut a bit of his steak and took a bite. Before it had been so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, now it got so loud from everyone lifting the utensils and talking, I could probably scream and no one would heart.

Let us not test out the theory just yet. I saw Răzvan smiling. I blushed. It was strange having him hear everything, but now I didn't actually mind it.

"Hello," said a boy around Răzvan's age, "You I presume are the famous Stacy." I nodded. "I am A–"

"Avramidis," I said, not thinking before I spoke.

"Yes," he smiled with his eyes.

"I am Cosmina Diakomou," said the girl who sat next to me, "I am his sister." She was simply stunning with long blond hair and pale, ocean blue eyes just as her brother did.

"Nice to meet you," I said. I was become more and more uncomfortable as I looked at her. Is there such a thing as too beautiful?

"You better tell her who you descend from," Răzvan said.

A large smile grew across her small face. "I – I mean we- are descendents of Helen's and Paris's."

"Like Helen of Troy?" I asked. She nodded.

"Paris and Helen are like our..." Avramidis had started saying and then paused, "Great great grand parents 50 times removed."

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

"Expect the unexpected and the impossible!" Cosmina whispered in my ear. I turned to Răzvan as he shrugged, telling me not to worry about her. I then looked down at my food. Steak and salad. Rare steak and salad. I ate the salad and left the steak.

Avramidis looked at me shocked towards the end of dinner. "Are you going to eat that?" I shook my head, "it's bad to waist." He continued as a waiter lifted my plate from the table and brought it to Avramidis who immediately started digging in.

Old Greek mentality. Răzvan explained. I laughed.

Maybe this place wasn't going to be such a strange place after all. I was talking to Cosmina when suddenly, Mirela interrupted us.