Chapter 2
Devil's in the Details
I wasn't completely oblivious to my "abilities" or whatever they are. Thanks to the insane amount of information accessible on the internet, and my annoying amount of free time, I had discovered that I am an Empath. Not very supernatural; all it means is that I am overly sensitive and highly aware of what others are feeling. I'm sure everyone is capable of sensing feelings, but I seem to be more in tune with, or maybe better practiced at, feeling emotions and pinpointing where they are coming from (especially in a crowded room).
As for "knowing things," all the internet had to offer there was that I may be clairvoyant? But I didn't know exactly what to search for, so I just typed "sometimes I just know things" into Google. The irony of not knowing what to search is not lost on me. It's just so difficult to explain. I don't see the future, per say. It's just a flash in my mind. If someone were to approach me, I might get a flash in my mind, and then know their name is Dan, or Lucy, or how old they are.
These are not the only reasons I feel I'm not entirely human. I have faint memories of my childhood where I experienced some strange things, and perhaps caused some strange things to happen. But most of it is a blur, and I can't tell for sure if the memories are real or not. And I have no one to ask. My brother is all the family I have, and he is not comfortable talking about our childhood. Someday he'll have to talk to me, hopefully sooner rather than later.
Eric was still sitting across from me, still suspicious, curious and confused, still trying to scare me by showing fang.
Still looking beyond sexy…
My disappointment had helped to ease his suspicions, thankfully, otherwise he would have had no problem dismembering me, slowly.
Leaning as close to me as possible with a table between us, he asked "What are you?" in a breathy whisper. His cold cheek brushed mine, making me shiver head to toe.
I just merely shrugged, keeping my head down.
With a sigh I looked back him, clearly my shrug wasn't a good enough answer because he was eyeing me intently. "I don't know!" I said, sounding a little more irritated than I meant to. I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned against the back of the booth, I was not going to apologize.
Anger, lust; lust, anger. Intrigue. Lust. Anger, again.
Angry he wanted to fuck me, angry he was intrigued by me, angry he was angry. Apparently, he was angry.
I didn't realize it right away, but when I crossed my arms, I had pushed an extraordinary amount of cleavage together. Figured out where the lust was coming from… I undid my arms, and straightened up. Eric began to say something but I looked away…
I knew as soon as Cade arrived. I looked towards the back door where I knew he would enter. And he did, frantically scouring the room. No sooner had he seen me, he was beside me. He stared at me intently, pushing out fear and anger. Both emotions seemed to be fighting which should be at the forefront. Anger won out. He broke his gaze from me as soon as he realized who I was sitting with, or rather who was sitting with me seeing how he came to sit with me. Cade bowed down low at the waist, nearly resting his head on the table.
"Sheriff, it is a pleasure to see you. I see you have met my sister." he said resuming his standing position next to me. His anger dissipated completely, his heightened fear washed over me, and I began to feel the same, although I did not know why.
Eric raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes in my direction, feeling rather amused.
"I have, although I was not aware she was your sister." He smiled at me and then to my brother. Cade forced a smile and then grasped my hand.
I found I liked hearing Eric talk. His accent was lovely, of Scandinavian descent, but lightly mixed with all the other languages he spoke throughout his many, many years. He was powerful, of course, but he seemed nice enough to me. There definitely was a giant stamp on his forehead that said "DANGER!" in big, bold, red letters. I was naïve, not stupid, but naïve. Even still, I wasn't particularly scared of him… okay, maybe I was a little stupid.
I fixated a smile on my face, for no other reason than I had no reason to not smile. Sure, Cade was angry at me and was scared Eric would kill us both. Sure, Eric wanted me with an apple in my mouth on a giant silver plate (well, probably not silver). I was content to be out of the house.
"Sheriff, if I may excuse myself and my sister, she will be helping me with my performance tonight." Cade said as he bowed to Eric, again.
With that Eric seemed to light up. He was anxious to see my role in tonight's show. I guess he no longer cared about what ever I might be, and only cared about getting into my pants. Typical male, accidentally flash a little boob and they forget what they're mad about.
His lustful feelings were most welcome though, not that I would make any point in letting him know that.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Iliese. I look forward to the show. We'll have to continue our conversation another time." He smirked but this time he was trying to be enticing AND frightening.
Like he had to try!
I smiled shyly, not knowing exactly how to respond, I nodded towards him "Sheriff…" and then followed my brother away from the table.
"How could you be so stupid?" Cade yelled in a whisper so only I could hear. How he managed to yell at me and whisper was beyond me.
Vampires: Living, dead, oxymoron's.
"What did you talk about? Did you tell him anything? Do you know who he is?" We were in his dressing room, away from super hearing vampire ears. Cade took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. I stood in front of him, his hand in mine, waiting for a chance to speak. I took his unnecessary deep breath as a good point to start answering.
"Cade, I'm so sorry I scared you. Please, don't be angry with me." I squeezed his hand to let him know I truly meant no harm. "I just wanted to see you, it's been so long since I've gone out. And tonight I just couldn't stand it anymore!"
He was still a little mad, but understood. After all, he wouldn't let me go out after dark, and he can't go out during the day. Not for the same reasons, but same effect… kind of.
"As far as Eric's concerned I'm just weird and attractive." I explained, leaving out any actual details that may or may not get me into trouble.
Cade wasn't exactly happy that Eric had his eyes on me because he wanted to feed on me and then some, but he thought it was better than the alternative.
"Okay, well, problem avoided then!" Cade sighed with relief.
"You are going to have to perform tonight though, the Sheriff expects it."
Oy vey! Cade's shows were extravagant and way over the top,
especially since he was turned. Before, he was in a pop boy band
called "The Jocks." It was 5 preppy, football player, pretty boys
who sang and danced moderately well. Now, Cade is known for
being very avant-garde, playing into the role of creepy famous vampire. Nude tight rope walkers, nude jugglers, people covered head to toe in latex doing interpretive dance as Cade sings random words. It's all very lucrative, and nude (No wonder Eric was excited to see me perform, he probably thought I would be nude fire dancing). But, Cade'll throw in a couple of his teeny bopper hits if someone requests.
"What am I supposed to do? I don't exactly fit in with your show…" I was beginning to regret this night out and it was only 8 o'clock.
"You can sing any song you like, and there's a grand piano! We'll just light it on fire after your song!" Cade's excitement was enough to convince me, I owed him this much, and it's not like I had a choice.
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