Roman stared at her from beneath his lashes with a look of pure unamusement, mouth firm and hands balled up in the pocket of his dress pants. Lilja felt slightly intimidated but didn't show it, any sign of weakness and she knew he would pounce.

"Who the fuck are you anyway?" he sneered "You're not from here."

Lilja sighed, letting her weight fall onto one hip as she looked down the isle at a store employee stacking shelves. "I don't see why I need to tell you." she answered "Even if you do run shit."

She could feel the anger radiating from Roman's body as she continued to act disinterested. Spoilt prince. He was used to getting what he wanted, and Lilja wasn't about to get down and suck his dick like most girls in the town had done already.

She had known him for less than five minutes and she could already tell he was an arrogant prick. From the smooth delivery of the pick up line to the sudden change to anger when he was rejected. She didn't know him, but she could only guess that every woman he had ever attempted to romance had succumbed to his asshole charm. Lilja wasn't like other woman though, and she was very keen to let him know that.

He scoffed. "Whatever, bitch." he spat.

Lilja stared up at him, an amused smile playing on her lips.

She was surprised, really. She hadn't expected to meet him so soon. Because she knew of everything that had happened to him and she thought he'd still be pretend mourning up in his castle. He had lost everything that had meant something to him. Peter, Shelley, Letha and his mother were all gone. He had been left on his own to deal with everything. Becoming a man, an heir, and not to mention a blood-sucking vampire.

Letha had told her everything. She had been watching over him, said he was completely miserable and that she couldn't stand to see him like he was. Lilja had a feeling she wasn't telling her everything though. He was an Upyr, and the amount of power a creature like that holds is enough to cancel out any emotion of sadness or loss.

Thinking of Letha, she realized just how wrong she was going about this. She was here to help, and as entertaining as pissing off Roman was to her, she realized she needed to be nice to him. She needed to become his friend so she could help, or at least pretend to be his friend. She wasn't really interested in a real friendship.

He turned to walk away but Lilja grabbed his hand and stopped him, causing him to look down then back up at her.

"I'm sorry." she frowned "I've just had a really bad day." she lied.

Roman continued to stare.

"My names Lilja." she offered a smile "Lilja..." she paused "Dariya."

She thought quickly, knowing she couldn't tell him her real second name. If she had done there would've been an explosion right there and then. She couldn't say anything. Not yet.

There was a few more moments of staring before Roman finally cracked a smirk.

"Cute." he mumbled.

She let go of his hand and shoved it into her pocket, subtly looking him up and down and taking him in. She couldn't deny that he was an attractive guy. Tall and lean with pink, pouty lips that even a straight man would fantasize about. He'd rolled his shirt sleeves up to the shoulder so his toned arms were on full show, and the shirt hung off his broad shoulders slightly, revealing his sharp collar bones and a long neck just waiting to be assaulted by some teeth. Fangless, preferably.

Lilja had got lost in looking at him, she hadn't noticed he was doing the same. He eyes had clouded over slightly and she could see them trail up from her wrist, over her shoulder then settle on her neck. She then realized he had no idea who or what she was, and to him she was just prey. He was full Upyr now and she had forgotten just how emotionless those creatures could be, nevermind how bloodthirsty.

She turned cold and the hair on her arms raised. She coughed to catch his attention. He stared her her, eyes wide and pupils dilated. She took this as a chance to leave, but before she did she walked towards him and stood right in front of him.

She swallowed. "I wouldn't try it if I were you..." she mumbled, then swerved past him and quickly headed towards the exit, leaving him in the isle just staring ahead of him.

She dumped the basket at the door, not bothering to buy any of the stuff she'd picked up and hurried towards her car. She basically threw herself in it and locked the door, latching her hands onto the steering wheel and staring ahead of her with glossy eyes.

Her blood was cold and it felt like her throat was closing up, making her breathing sound like wheezing. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. He had got to her. The way her looked at her was terrifying, she watched right before her eyes as the Upyr swam around in his eyes.

She only then realized the mistake she'd made in agreeing to help Letha. The mistake she'd made in thinking Roman actually had any human feelings left. This wasn't just some teenage boy she was dealing with, it was a full blown, bloodthirsty Upyr that could rip her apart in seconds. A bloodthirsy Upyr that probably hadn't fed in a while and was just waiting on his next catch. Her uncles had told her horror stories about these creatures her whole life.

Roman needed help alright, but it wasn't protection from others he needed, it was protection from himself.