The Game of Hearts

3: Savory

Authors Note: Hey Guys, just gonna let you guys know- I won't always tell you when the POV has changed. 😉

The priceless expression on her face said it all. Even if her pushing annoyed me to death, I was impressed by how she put two and two together. Of course, she didn't pinpoint it exactly but she knew something was wrong. She ran slender fingers through her brown locks, which accompanied a scoff of disbelief.

  "You're fucking psycho," she shook her head and turned away from me, trying to avoid eye contact.

  "Not the first time I've been called that," I smirked. She was gorgeous, though. What I would give to put her on that bed again. Her nicely edged face, and the jade color eyes with hints of gold seemed to sink in towards her pupils. Freckles spotted her face randomly. No one in town looked like her, which was what made her such a prize.

"Prove it then," she dared.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "The marks on your shoulder, that's all the proof you need."

The look she gave me in return told me all I needed to know. "Damn," was all she said, shaking her head again. "How?"

"I get so tired of explaining," I groaned, gesturing to the bed before sitting down. "All of the things you read or watch on television, are true. I mean, the made-up stories aren't, but the ideas behind them. Vampires, Werewolves, blah blah. The works. Please don't ask me to explain more," as I spoke she had sat down with me on the bed just a few feet away.

I could smell her scent. I could hear her heart escalate. Ah, the feelings of a human. So delicious.

"So that's where the bite came from-"

"I honestly didn't even mean to... you were just so..." I paused, searching for the word in my mind. "It's not important..."

I saw her smirk, which I returned easily. The mood had lightened, and she relaxed. "Is that why you're so much hotter than all the other guys I've slept with?" She asked rhetorically.

"Probably. Everything about me is supposed to be undoubtedly irresistible," I hummed. "You're taking this a little better than most."

"Eh... everyone's got baggage..." her expression shifted for just a moment, something I couldn't read.

"Right... obviously," she had a point about everyone having baggage. However, being an immortal scum bag was a lot more than simple baggage.

A thought caused me to jerk my head up, cocking an eyebrow. "Why aren't you scared? You were more fearful before you even found out," I pointed out.

"Well, wouldn't you have killed me already if there was something to be scared of?"

Smart girl. "Right.." I looked up into her eyes, finding the strange emotions of fascination and intrigue. "You have questions, huh?" I mumbled then sighed. "I have to get back to work, but we can discuss this afterward... why don't you hang out here, or downstairs. Just don't talk to anyone about this," that had to be a given. She nodded but I noticed her disappointment and my brows furrowed. "Why don't you have drinks too, it's on the house."

She perked up, then laughed slightly. "I don't drink," she finally said and I scoffed.

"Then why were you at a bar?"

"Because that's where all the fun is."

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  He underestimated my ability to have a shut mouth. Fortunately for him, I started up a dance as a distraction to my thoughts. Bodies moved around me, grinding and singing along to the badass music I put on. I grinned as a man moved in behind me, his hands finding my hips. I consented, of course, and so did my neck as it tilted for him to kiss it. He mumbled something about the bandage around my shoulder but I blew him off. It really didn't matter to either of us, his curiosity didn't matter. I was forced to stay quiet anyway, not like I wanted people to know.

  My eyes found the Vampire behind the bar. To my surprise he was looking back at me, his face once again like stone. I didn't understand that. Flirty sometimes, cold other times. Ninety percent of the time it would harden to hide anything unnatural.

I winked at him before I began grinding against the man behind me, maintaining eye contact. Both were still strangers to me. Whatever he thought was unimportant.

  But the one I knew a little more couldn't help the grin on his face when he saw me fooling with the one behind me, and he shook his head before calling over one of his friends from that morning. Few words were exchanged before he made his way to me. My eyebrow rose in suspicion, wondering what he was up to. When he finally approached me and my new toy, well it was interesting. "Scram," my new vampire friend said, staring straight behind me. The man didn't budge, instead...

  "Fuck off man," he said, hands tightening around my waist, his lips becoming a bit rough against the nape of my neck showing some kind of dominance. That, I didn't like.

  I scoffed and pushed him off of me. "You heard him," I said, watching as he rolled his eyes and walked away. I didn't like the in-between. The attention was nice, but not like that.

  Hands found my hips again, but they were from the blonde that bit the shit out of me. "Smooth," he said, pulling my backside into his front. We began dancing again. There was no fear, no troubles. Just a dance and a few laughs. Into dancing, however, he pulled me close again and whispered something in my ear. "My name is Rowan, by the way."

  "Aria."