CHAPTER 4

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"I can't believe there are so many things I have to learn… I was somehow under the impression that magic was a tad… simpler?" Ana said and sighed, glancing at the rather substantial pile of books in front of her. "And Arthur said that I'm supposed to read these for a start…"

Dragos snorted. "Oh darn! And here I thought that everything Iggy does is oh-so-full of magic?"

The young Serbian frowned, pulling the pile of books closer to her chest, and then sighed again, dreamily. "Well it's true… And I will do it for him!"

The two vampires were silent for a while, going back to their respective work, until Nikola bounced into the library, jar of yoghurt in hand, and plopped down on a chair next to his friend. As the Romanian apparently ignored him, the dark haired young man resorted to tickling him, all resulting into a small catfight between them and eventually they both broke out in a fit of giggles.

"Ahem…" Ana cleared her throat, throwing them an inquisitive glance from across the table and raising an eyebrow.

"So, Ana, how does your little challenge go so far?" the Bulgarian wanted to know, a large smile still plastered on his face.

She instantly felt a blush creeping up her cheeks thinking of her plan to draw her beautiful Romano's attention. Well, truth be told, it wasn't much of a plan but she hoped it would sort of… warm things up? "Um… well I think it's going in the right direction. I have taken some steps towards the purpose, but I've yet to see the results"

Nikola pouted, not happy with the answer. "But that sounds awfully vague. What did you do exactly?"

Right then her cousin's cell phone rang and he picked it up frowning at the screen. "What the hell? Hidden number…" he mumbled confused, tapping the tip of his pencil against one of his upper fangs.

Ana could not repress a chuckle. "It's probably Hungary. Maybe she does remember, you know, that thing, and she wants more…"

"Yes hello?" he finally decided to answer. "Yeah this is he…." He looked even more confused and began to scowl gradually. "What?"

"…."

"What? From my address? Are you sure?"

"…."

"WHAT THE HELL?! I didn't send you any present, you mentally deranged tomato fucker!" the vampire shouted, jumping from his seat. Some more yells resounded from the other end of the line and Dragos simply hung up, annoyed. But suddenly his expression changed and he sat down again, crossing his arms and watching his little cousin intently.

"Let me guess, it was your sweet cousin Lovino," Nikola stated. "Good thing he calls from a hidden number, as if it weren't obvious it was him," the Bulgarian laughed.

"Little cousin…" the older vampire began, slowly drumming his fingers on the table and emphasizing the word 'little', "Did you by any chance happen to send Lovino a present?" he asked suspiciously, tilting his head to the side.

Ana's blush became more evident. "Y-yeah I did actually… Did that work?"

"Oh I don't know… what do you think that sounded like? I dare say 'worked' might not really be the best way to describe it"

Nikola punched his shoulder playfully. "Oh come on, why don't you drop the subtleties already! What did he say anyway? So she sent him a gift, so what? He didn't like it?"

"Bubu, 'he didn't like it' is an understatement, he fucking went ballistic!"

"But why?" the Bulgarian asked genuinely confused. "What did you send him anyway?" he wondered turning towards Ana.

The poor Serbian looked utterly heartbroken. "I don't understand… it was a bunny, but it was really cute, white and fluffy, and playful…"

"Oh hell, Roro! See, no fangirl sends me a cute bunny, not fair! I would really appreciate it!" Nikola pouted. "Unlike that Italian bastard with something shoved up his ass!"

"Aw Bubu, that's so sweet! Even if the cute bunny pooped in your yoghurt?" the Romanian asked with fake compassion.

"Um…"

"Wait, what?" his cousin asked, in shock.

"Well in short the cute fluffy bunny you sent him was busy eating all his ripe tomatoes and then pooped all over the remaining green ones"

"Uh-oh!"

"Yeah, and since I failed to give him any satisfaction, he'll most likely come here to make a scandal and kick some ass, so brace yourselves…"

"Woooooooo! I'm so scared!" the dark haired boy laughed. "All he can do is say 'I've got something totally dickish to say to you' but then he can't even come up with a decent swear! That if he doesn't bring his super secret weapon the moustache!"

Ana was upset, in fact she was almost on the brink of tears as she ran upstairs to her room and slammed the door shut. How could this have gone so wrong? And it really didn't help that Dragos and Nikola had thought this was funny – the Bulgarian had even pointed that this was almost as epic as when her cousin had poured bath foam in the Italians' artesian fountain – and they had pretty much literally laughed their ass out. Now Lovino would be mad at her… so what chance was left for advancement in their relationship? She wracked her brains trying to remember how the Romanian had proceeded with the loathsome Elizabeta.

"I swear, I don't know what came over me!"

"Yeah, I know… yeah Lizzy, you're right….Yeah… I'm a bastard, I know… I won't do it again, I swear…"

'I don't know what came over me'? What kind of pathetic excuse is that? Ugh! Totally lame! But it worked for my cousin… yeah, so maybe this is it, it starts with a conflict and then we make up…

But she was worried – what if it wouldn't work? What if a kiss, or her kiss for that matter, wasn't so magic after all? But she had to try… She resolved to calm her nerves, so she picked up her mp3 player and descended in the living room to listen to her new favorite song – Addicted to you by Shakira. She plugged her headphones on and pressed play.

Debe ser el perfume que usas, el agua con la que te banas

Pero cada cosita que haces a mi me parece un hazana

Me besaste esa noche cual si fuera el unico dia de tu boca

Cada vez que me acuerdo yo siento en mi pecho el pezo de una roca

The young Serbian began to dance standing on the couch, singing out loud with her eyes closed, thinking how well the lyrics suited what she felt for her *cough* potential prey *cough*.

Son tus ojos marrones, esa areta verdosa

Es tu cara de nino, tu sonrisa nerviosa

What she wasn't aware of was that Lovino had appeared in the doorway and watched her in somewhat of a bewilderment, despite the nasty scowl on his face, the fact that he was still ill-humored as fuck and his fists were clenched in the pockets of his trousers.

I'm addicted to you, porque es un vicio tu piel

Baby I'm addicted to you, quiero que te dejes querer

Ana sang out loud wildly, engulfed in her daydream and making a pirouette, and lost her footing. Headphones slipping out of her ears, she let out a yelp as she was caught in mid-fall by a strong pair of arms and once more found herself staring into those hazel eyes that made her feel lightheaded. And his scent… oh God, so alluring… and… familiar? Well, there was definitely something about his scent that was a tad unusual for a mere human…

"T-thank you…" the young vampire whispered in a choked voice, unable to tear her gaze from his.

"Bella, you should know that I'm very angry with you!" Romano put her down rather unceremoniously and began pacing back and forth nervous. "You were probably influenced by that bastard cousin of yours, but what you did wasn't nice at all! My tomatoes were ruined and I had to raid that Spanish tomato bastard's pantry again!" he shouted.

Um… you had to what? What the heck, did he just say he went to steal?

"I-I'm sorry…" she muttered repentant, staring at her feet. Maybe forcing out some tears would be good too, she pondered.

"You will work in my garden for two weeks until they are all replanted!" the Italian went on. "And you'd better pray they get ripe fast, because I don't have a lot of patience!"

"Y-yes Lovino… I will do whatever you say…" Ana chirped in a pitiful voice, secretly peeking from under her eyebrows to observe his reaction. The brown haired young man let out a snort and turned away from her, crossing his arms.

"Lovi… " she began, hands gently clinging to his arm, "could you please forgive me? I don't know what came over me, I swear…" Romano stared down at her sort of puzzled, but remained stubbornly silent.

"Please, I know that it came out pretty bad, but it wasn't my intention… all I wanted was… was…" the Serbian sniffed, gently grabbing both his hands and pressing his palms onto her chest, right above her heart.

"Was what?" Lovino asked, his anger now definitely melted down in utter confusion as he stared first at his hands, and then at her face.

In reply Ana stood on tiptoes and softly pressed her lips against his, hands creeping up to his shoulders. Aha! she thought victorious but still nervous as hell when the Italian did not pull away, instead boldly licked her lower lip, requesting entrance. She slowly gave in to him, letting his tongue explore her mouth while already panting hard, overwhelmed by emotion. His taste was simply amazing. In no time they flung onto the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist and hands tangled in his hair, engulfed in a full make out session. His fingers slipped under her shirt, trailing up on her bare skin, and she pulled away from the kiss with a loud gasp, now exposing her neck to his ministrations. This was simply amazing, but she would not, could not let herself be deterred from the ultimate purpose, even if this was so good, so damned good, she just wanted more.

"A-ah Lovi, not so fast…" she pushed him gently to the side and moved so she was now on top, straddling his hips. Shaking her ruffled hair off from her face, the Serbian lowered herself and kissed him again, fangs grazing his lower lip and drawing blood. She could have never imagined the ecstasy contained in that single drop, as his taste reached her tongue. Desperate for more, her mouth sought his neck and bit down deep into the smooth, tanned skin. The Italian let out something between a growl and a moan, but made no attempt to push her off, on the contrary, his rough hands continued to grope her luscious body as she fed relentlessly on the rich, flavored liquid that had enslaved her senses.

But then suddenly she realized why his scent was so familiar – he was a wolf.

Uh-oh!

Some more crack coming up in next chapters, so stay tuned!