Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 2 Part 1 - Peter Pov

Peter POV

Light breaks into my room, gently illuminating the piano keys telling me it was already morning. I had played all night, the music had seemingly flowed through me and I couldn't stop. It had been ages since I had felt the urge to make a new piece, but somewhere during the night it just came to me.

Getting up, stretching my back, I decided to take a shower and quickly redressed before heading off to our second dinning room for much needed breakfast.

My feet stopped by the door, I could hear the steady slow heartbeat, telling me that she still slept. I stayed, entranced by the low rhythmic beattings. I could almost picture her all curled up underneath those silken sheets, most likely still wearing that t-shirt and boxers from last night. I was about to head off again when she started to toss a little, mumbling something inherently in her sleep. Most of it was inaudible grunts but the sweet sound of her voice, kept me still. Shaking my head for sounding more and more like Nicolae, I was ready to head off when I heard one very coherent word.

Zeva -"Peter..."

It was like a bucket of water right in the face. Was that my name or another Peter she might know? Could she dreaming of me? Remembering the impression I had given her last, I felt my gut twist. If she was, it couldn't be anything good. Never had I had the urge to know what was in someone's mind other than hers, right now. My hand was already on the door handle. My perfectly keen hearing, focusing on every slight sound escaping from the otherside of the door.

Her breathing was evening out so she was still asleep and whatever it was seemed to have caused her mutterings seemed to be over. In about an hour or so her alarm would go off and wake her. Her eyes would flutter open as she greeted a new day. The pumping of blood in her veins underneath that silky smooth skin. Feeling my fangs, I forced myself away. I wanted to knock, to apologize for shutting the door like that, but that would have to wait. Breathing in the lingering scent that hung on her door, I vaped all the way down to our basement.

I looked around the significantly cooler basement. Since we don't feel warmth we tend not to care.

As per usual I was the first one up. So I started the morning routine like a ritual.

I checked a few of the hanging carcass before discarding the ones that were done. I then sorted and dated the bags after taking enough for breakfast. Placing the rest of the blood bags in the extra fridge, that we had acquired and set up specially for this. We needed a safe place to be able to feed ourselves while a nanny was staying. I managed setting the table around the Samover, when Nicolae finally came down and joined me.

He eyed me carefully while playing with his cards while I tried to blatantly enjoy the quiet before the louder part of the household took over. Taking my cup I held it up to my lips, I let the deer blood quench my throat. The russians were definitely onto something when they invented the Samover. It was the only thing that could keep the blood to just the right temperature.

Nicolea - "Peter. you didn't come down last night. Should I start preparing Lorie?"

I almost choked on a mouthful. He was asking if I was leaving. Where the hell did that idea come from?

"No, I'm good. Zeva stopped by my door."

Nicolea eyed me, seemingly not fully convinced.

"She said that she had trouble sleeping. Apparently my music kept her up. So I decided on a softer piece to help her."

Nicolea - "And I'm not you wouldn't be .... fine. I am just saying that I can understand why you're mood would be triggered. I know what day is coming up."