AN I am so sorry it has been a month without an update. Life got busy between classes starting up and so family illnesses. I am going to try and get the next chapter up by Wednesday.

I just sat there, staring at his hand that rested on my knee. An angel. I was an angel. I was only ever aware that vampires existed.

"An angel? Are you serious?," Clara suddenly said," I thought they were just Biblical."

"There is two types. Heavenly and Earthly," Eric said, lightly drawing on my thigh with the tip of his finger; it was quite soothing. "Evelina is Earthly. An angel is born from the mating of a vampire and another supernatural, conceived of actual love. In your case," he said to me," we can tell it was a faery because of your eyes."

Once again I just sat there, lost in thought. My father had the same eyes as me, but I had never met my mother as she had died giving birth to me. I wished I could talk to them about this, but I couldn't. My dad had been killed, three years before when I had just turned eighteen.

"Well, we are going to go out," Pam said, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Alright," Eric said, watching as Pam and Clara left. He gently pushed my hair over my shoulder so that he could see my face. "What are you thinking, liten blooma?"

I smiled softly at the nickname," Just wishing that I could talk to my parents about this. But my mother died giving birth to me and my father was killed three years ago." He nodded, obviously not wanting to push the subject of my father's murder. At that point, I thought it might be my chaser.

"Are you hungry," he asked, taking his hand off my leg.

"Not really," I said.

"Okay, just let me know if you do."

"Can I try something?" I asked suddenly, getting an idea.

"What is it?" he asked, confused. Instead of answering, I got up and knelt on the loveseat, putting my small hands on either side of his face. I did as I had last time, this time flipping through his memories forward until I was only a few seconds behind as it happened. He was looking at me, my eyes closed, trying to figure out what I was doing. He shifted slightly, and his thoughts changed as he decided he would find out when I was done. He watched as the light hit my hair in a different angle, bringing out the red in it. His thoughts shocked me.

He thought that I was beautiful, he had been tempted to kiss me from the moment he saw me. Eric felt this strange kind of tug to me that he didn't understand. He wanted to protect me, even though he barely knew me. He thought about his call to Mr. Catalaides and wondered if he had left anything out.

I gasped, and almost fell off the couch; I would have if Eric hadn't caught me at the last moment. He gently pulled me up, looking worried. "What's wrong," he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

"I wanted to see if I could hear your thoughts," I said, looking down at my toes, with their chipped blue nail polish," and I did."

"Okay," he replied calmly," do you think it will work on humans?"

"Maybe," I had no idea, not being around people very often. Their vulgar memories always repulsed me.

"So, my thoughts, huh?" He didn't seem upset or anything like I had thought he would be. I nodded, still worried that he would be mad about the invasion on his privacy.

"So now you know," he stated simply.

"Who was the guy?" I wanted to find out as much as I could about what I was.

" . I will call him in a moment and see what I can find out."

"Okay," I said, then covered my mouth as I yawned.

"Here," he said," why don't I go make the call and you can rest? After everything, sleep will help." Lying down in the bed, I couldn't help but wonder if the room was his.

When I woke, my head was not on the pillow. Instead, I was curled up next to Eric with my head on his chest. Eric had one hand on my arm that was resting on his stomach, the other on my waist. Slowly sitting up, I searched for a clock. 6:25, only a few minutes before sunset. Leaning against the headboard, I looked down at Eric's sleeping form. Why was it that I felt drawn to him? Normally, I was very shy and liked solitude. But I found myself craving his presence, and from his thoughts I knew he felt the same.

I jumped as I felt a hand touch my knee. "Everything alright?" Eric looked up at my, his blue eyes shinning.

"Yeah, just thinking," I replied as he sat up.

"What about," he asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.

"Last night."

He nodded," I made the call last night."

"What did you find out?"

"Why don't you find out?" he said with a daunting smirk.

I laughed lightly, getting up to kneel on the bed. I put my hands on either side of Eric's head, my fingers curling into his long hair. Eric was sitting in an office, his feet crossed out to of the desk, on his phone.

"Northman," greeted a voice on the other side of the line.

"What else do you know about the angels?" Eric asked, sounding agitated.

sighed," Most have some sort of power."

"Evelina sees a person's entire past with just one touch," Eric said, tapping his foot lightly.

"Yes. The only other thing I know for certain is that angels have mates. When they meet their mates their other powers come to light, but those powers vary depending on the angel and the type of mate," Catalaides said, with the sound of paper turning.

"And how will she know she has found her mate." Eric asked, thinking of me, once again wanting to kiss me.

"Well, she will feel safe around mate, even if they have just met. The man will feel it most. Protective, he may act differently around her. He will want to be around her at all times," Eric smiles widely at that," and with her it will most likely be vampire." Eric immediately knew what Catalaides meant: he was my mate.

I continued watching, he finished up with Catalaides then went to the room, his room. After lying down, he gathered me in his against his chest and kissed my forehead, falling asleep with a smile.

I sat back on my heels, speechless. Angels, mates, powers. Too much in such a small amount of time.

"Eric, we are going to have to go home soon. We can't leave your area alone for to long," I heard Pam say. I jumped, not having realized that she had come into the room. "Good to you back in reality, Sleeping Beauty," Pam said, hand on hip.

"Pam," Eric said sternly," we will discuss this later."

I just sat there as Pam left, trying to process everything. Two days ago, I was happy being alone at home. Now I was in a house of vampires. I'm an angel and have a vampire mate, while trying to figure out the identity of my chaser.

"Liten Blooma," Eric said softly, moving towards me on the bed.

Little flower, it never seized to make me smile. Eric sat in front of me, looking slightly worried. "I am fine," I said," just thinking."

"Well, we are going to be having to go back to Louisiana in the next few days. Would you like to come?" Eric asked, looking hopeful.

"Well," I said, softly smiling," I do need protection." Eric gave me his classic smirk as we got up and left the room.