October folded her clothes carefully and placed them in the drawer. She looked around the room and saw the last box waiting to be unpacked. She moved forward and opened it. She closed it quickly and shook her head. Picking the box up slowly, she headed for the closet, where she put the box down and piled shoe boxes on top of it, and a hamper in front of it, hiding it from sight. She rubbed her hands together and smiled broadly.

"All moved in," she said with a giggle. She spun around her new compartment and collapsed onto the bed. She laughed and bit her lip. It was about time she moved on with her life, she thought.

She sat up and looked around her new bedroom, her new home. The kitchen in the far corner was small and freshly cleaned. She had a short couch and an old TV, then her bed pressed against the back wall of the small apartment sized room. It was small and cheap, all she could afford right now. She'd get something bigger when she had made more money.

October got up and dressed into night time clothing and left her new apartment quickly. She had read in the paper that the night club P3 was one of the best clubs in the neighborhood. She needed a night out.

The club was crowded with many people, dancing, talking and sitting at tables enjoying drinks. October made her way to the bar and smiled at the young girl behind the counter.

"Hi," said the girl. "Welcome to P3."

"Thanks," said October looking around. She liked the feel and look of the club. It was welcoming, but fun.

"What can I get for you?"

"A beer," said October with a large smile.

"Here you go," said the girl putting a cold bottle in front of October. October placed a five on the counter and girl took it to the machine. "I don't recognize you, is this your first time here?"

"Yea," said October. "Is it really that obvious?"

"I've just never seen you before," the girl said leaning on the counter. She smiled a charming brown eyed smile. "I work here for my Aunt almost every night."

"Your Aunt owns the place?"

"Yea," said the bar tender. "My name is Phiona." She held out her hand and October shook it.

"It's wonderful to meet you Phiona," she said. "I'm October."

"What a pretty name," said Phiona. "May I ask why you're named it?"

"My Father's name was Octavian," said October. "I know it's really weird."

"So why not Octavia?"

"Would you want to be named Octavia?" asked October with a smile.

"No," said Phiona with a laugh. "Are you new to the neighborhood?"

"Yes," said October. "I just finished moving in today actually."

"That's cool," said Phiona. "Well I have to get back to work. I'll see you around."

"Bye then," said October.

She got up and walked to a small table where she sat down and finished off her beer. She studied the people around her. They were normal; had normal lives, with normal problems like the broken plumbing and the dirty laundry. October would give anything to have a normal life with normal problems like that. She had those normal problems plus her supernatural ones. She didn't like having both.

"Mind if I join you?" asked a voice.

October looked up and smiled at a tall man who was standing next to her table. He held two beers in his hand and wore a warm smile on his face. October smiled and motioned for him to join her.

"That seat is all yours," she said still smiling.

"I thought you would like another," he said placing a beer in front of her.

"Thank you very much," said October excepting the beer. "It's very nice of you."

The man smiled at her. She couldn't help but smile back. He was a very attractive man; tall, well built, with deep blue eyes that had a certain sparkle in them, and long blonde brown hair that fell just over his ears. He pushed the golden locks out of his face with a gentle looking hand and smiled broadly at October.

"I'm Wyatt," he said holding out his hand.

October shook it smoothly. His flesh was warm and tender. She wondered what the rest of him felt like. She smiled softly and felt her cheeks turn a little red. He noticed her blush and smiled more causing October to bit her bottom lip.

"October," she whispered.

"I know," he said. She looked at him oddly. "Phiona, at the bar told me."

October raised her eyebrows.

"Spying on me?"

"No," said Wyatt defending himself. "Just finding out what you like to drink."

October nodded her head and gave him a small smile.

"You're new in town?" he asked.

"How could you tell?"

"You're new to the club," he said. "And Phiona told me."

October laughed softly.

"Sure you weren't spying on me?"

"Yea, I'm pretty sure," he said with a smile. He took a sip of his beer and stared at her closely. She felt his blue eyes staring into hers and liked the feeling. She bit her bottom lip and pulled her purple eyes away from his. She couldn't handle his flirtatious stare any longer, as beautiful as it was.

"I've never seen eyes like yours," he said softly.

"Not many people have," said October.

"Don't get out much?" he suggested.

October laughed.

"I meant that I've never heard of anyone else, other then my Father, having purple eyes."

"I think they're beautiful," he said seriously.

"Thank you," said October looking down and blushing again.

"You're name too," he said. "It fits you well."

"How can you tell?"

"Because it's nothing like I thought it would be," he said. "I guessed your name was Marie or Janie, and I thought your eyes were blue from far away. Your name fits you because it's different, like your eyes. Different in a good way, of course."

October nodded her head in understanding.

"Are you a student here? A freshmen?" Wyatt asked.

"Yes," said October. "But I've started late. I'm twenty one, just turned actually."

"And already started drinking," said Wyatt motioning to the beer.

"I started drinking when I was much younger then twenty one."

"How much younger?"

"Sixteen," said October. "My boyfriend of the time wasn't the best influence."

"You turned out alright though."

"How do you know?"

"On the surface you turned out alright," said Wyatt. "Is that better?"

October smiled and nodded. She finished off her beer. "Much better. What about you? How old are you? Are you a student too?"

"No," said Wyatt. "I graduated nearly four years ago, I'm twenty seven."

October raised her eyebrows.

"I'm a little young for you, don't you think?"

"Only if you think so," said Wyatt finishing off his beer. "Would you like another?"

"Sure," said October.

"I guess you're not too young for me then," he said waving over a waiter. He ordered them two more beers.

"I guess not," October whispered draining the remains from her bottle. "Although, if you're planning on getting me drunk just to take me home—"

"I'm not," he whispered shaking his head. "I'm not like that October. I may be sexually active, but I'm not into one night stands. If I have sex with a girl it means something to me and hopefully her."

She stared at him.

"You know, you're not like other men."

"Is that a good thing?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes," said October. "It is."

The waiter put down two beers on the table.

"There you go Wyatt," he said then walked away.

"You're a regular here?" October asked sipping her new beer.

"Yes," said Wyatt. "You could say that. My Mom owns it."

"Oh," said October looking back at the bar where Phiona was. "So Phiona is—"

"My cousin," said Wyatt nodded his head. "She likes you a lot. She's a little younger then you, about to turn twenty."

"And she can serve alcohol?"

"As long as she doesn't drink it," said Wyatt. "My Mom trusts her."

October nodded her head.

"You're very close with your family?"

"Very," said Wyatt. "My Mom and her two sisters lived in the same house until I was about five." He smiled. "Even though they moved out a long time ago it's like they still live there, they're over so often. My cousins often spend the night here or there, or something. Hell, I still live at home. We're a very close family."

October nodded and smiled.

"I wish I had that," she whispered looking away with sad eyes.

Wyatt leaned forward.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why don't you? If you don't mind me asking."

"Um," said October. "No, of course not. My Mother died giving birth to me."

"That's not common these days."

"No," said October slowly with a shake of her head. "No, I hear its not."

"What about your Dad?"

"Well," October played with the rim of her beer bottle. She was thinking about how should could put her harsh relationship with her Father into delicate words. "We've never been close. He didn't know my Mother was pregnant until I was probably three. He never came and took me away with him; he always left me at the orphanage, promising me he would take me away next time."

Wyatt took October's hand and rubbed it with his fingers.

"I'm sorry," he said. "That's really horrible."

October nodded and forced a smile.

"I'm over it," she whispered.

Wyatt nodded.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked. "I don't know; go for a walk or something?"

October smiled.

"Why don't you come to my new place?" she asked. "It's small, but cozy. We can watch a movie."

He nodded with a large smile.

"Sounds like a plan," he said. "Let's go."

October opened her front door with her key and allowed Wyatt in.

"It's not much at all," she said. "I don't have a job right now so it's all from my savings."

"Do you need help finding one?" Wyatt asked. "I'm a social worker; we're actually looking for a new part time assistant."

"I couldn't work for you Wyatt," said October throwing down her keys and pulling off her coat. She hung it up and took his.

"Why?"

"Because," she whispered with a smile. "Besides, I have an interview with a temp agency tomorrow after my first class."

"Alright," said Wyatt. "But if that doesn't work out try my office…"

October rolled her eyes.

"Why are you rolling your eyes at me?"

"Because I don't want to work somewhere when you work there," she paused and looked away. "I don't want the whole inter-office dating thing to get in the way."

"Oh, so now we're dating?" asked Wyatt moving close to October as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "We haven't even kissed."

"Well," she whispered. "I invited you back to my apartment…that usually means I'm interested…"

"Perhaps it only means you're interested in sex," he said coming closer to her.

"I'm not like that," she said with a smile. "Like you aren't."

"Oh, alright," he said nodding his head. "What movie do you want to watch?" He walked away, over to the couch where he sat down comfortably.

"It doesn't really matter to me," said October opening the fridge and pulling out a beer for Wyatt and a bottle of water for herself.

"Me either," said Wyatt sitting down on the couch and looking at her movie collection. "We'll be making out through it anyways."

October opened her mouth in surprise as she sat down next to Wyatt. He smiled at her and took the beer she held out for him.

"Thank you," he said. "What? You look shocked."

"I am," she said back.

"Why?"

"Because you think we'll be making out threw the movie."

He smiled at her.

"Won't we? I mean, you're obviously interested in me," he said leaning close to her. "You invited me back to your apartment…that usually means you're interested."

October smiled at Wyatt. She liked him, a lot. He was a challenge and she could see that he knew he was pushing her buttons. That turned her on. She bit her bottom lip and glanced at him. He took a deep breath and turned on the TV quickly. She smiled more.

"Something wrong?" she asked picking up a movie, she didn't even know what it was as she put it in the DVD player.

"No," said Wyatt sitting back on the couch and stretching his arms out.

Once the DVD was in, October leaned back on the couch in the crock of Wyatt's arm. She rested her head on his shoulder gently and smiled.

"You sure?" she asked. "You looked away pretty quickly after I bit my lip."

He brushed her hair smoothly behind her ear as the movie started, as it turned out it was a horror movie about vampires. He looked down at her, lifting her chin up to look at him with his fingers. He smiled at her.

"When you do that," he whispered as the movie began to blink on the screen and blare threw the speakers. "It really turns me on."

October smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. She rested her head on his chest and smiled broadly.

"I win then," she said.

Wyatt laughed.

"Win what?"

"You," she whispered.

He laughed again and brushed her hair as they watched the movie in silence.

When October woke up it was dark in the apartment. She looked around and noticed that she was lying in her bed and the curtains were pulled over the window. She sat up and looked around, throwing the sheets off of her body. She was in her pajamas. She looked around and couldn't find Wyatt anywhere. She felt someone move behind her and looked on the other side of the bed. He was lying in a deep sleep next to her. His shirt was off, lying on the floor next to his shoes.

She was confused. They hadn't had sex last night, she was sure, but he stayed anyways and spent the night with her. She smiled despite the confusion and got out of the bed slowly. She wanted to make breakfast for him.

"Good morning," he said from the bed. He sat up as the bacon sizzled in the frying pan on the stove.

October looked at him from her fridge and smiled. She pulled out a carton of orange juice and grabbed two glasses. She poured them for him and herself. He accepted a glass as she sat down next to him on the bed.

"Good morning," she whispered.

He smiled at her.

"Why did you stay?"

Wyatt's eyes danced and sparkled when he looked at hers. She bit her bottom lip and turned away from his seductive stare.

"Because I didn't want to leave," he said. "You had fallen asleep pretty fast. And I had a lot to drink last night. I was actually hoping to wake up before you and cook you breakfast, but you've beaten me too it.

October nodded her head and moved back to the stove where she pulled the bacon off the heat. She put the eggs and pancakes she had made onto plates with the bacon and handed a plate to Wyatt. She grabbed forks and they ate breakfast on the bed as they stared at each other. When they were done they left their dirty plate on the floor next to the bed and their empty glasses.

"Thank you," he said. "It was very good."

"You're welcome," she said back. She smiled at him as his eyes wandered over her body for the first time since they had met each other. October leaned forward slowly. "Wyatt?"

"Yes," he said leaning closer.

"Kiss me," she said.

"Alright," he said cupping her cheek in his hand and touching his lips to hers gently. He pulled her into a more passionate kiss, pulling their bodies close together. October wrapped her arms around him and sat up on top of his body, straddling him. Wyatt kissed her smoothly and slowly, moving his hands over her body carefully. His lips danced on her neck and shoulders as he pushed the straps of her shirt off. She nibbled on his ear and rubbed her body against his, begging for him to continue and go farther. And farther they went…together.

"No," said Wyatt softly as he sat on the side of the bed. "Dave I don't feel well. No, this really isn't another family emergency. I'm just very very sick." He forced a cough. "Alright bye." He hung up his cell phone.

October rubbed her hand against his back softly, doodling with her fingers on his flesh. He turned to her with a brilliant smile on his face. He lay back down next to her under the sheets and kissed her shoulder.

"You're very sick," she whispered with a smile.

"Oh yes," said Wyatt. "I'm so sick I have to spend the whole day with you."

October smiled.

"I have class in an hour," she whispered. "I can't miss it either. It's my first one. Then I have that interview I told you about."

He smiled at her and brushed his fingers threw her hair.

"So I shouldn't have called in sick, just late?"

"Yea," she whispered with a small smile. "I'll make us lunch before we have to go."

"No," he said getting out of the bed quickly. "I'll make us lunch."

He pulled on a pair of boxers then pants.

"You stay in bed," he whispered bending over her. He kissed her lips then forehead. "You're beautiful right where you are."

October smiled and stretched then rolled over in the bed lazily. She fell back asleep for only a few minutes before Wyatt had prepared an excellent meal of turkey sandwiches and cheese omelets.

"Will you come by soon?" she asked as he stood out in the hall before her door.

"Of course," he whispered. "Don't hesitate to call me. I left my number on your fridge."

She smiled as he leaned in and kissed her gently.

"This is the start of something good," he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she agreed. "Something very good."