This is a chapter to give a little insight to the characters. Nothing really all that exciting but important so you know who the characters are. Enjoy! ^_^

Chapter 7

Walking and talking

Julian called Evalyn Sunday morning and convinced her to join him for a walk in the park that evening. When they finally met up, they were both surprised at how easy it was for them to open up and talk.

"I grew up in Romania." Julian was saying. "My parents were farmers. Very simple folk. So when I finally came to America and met my band mates, it was weird. I was drawn in by the fancy cars and lights."

"And motorcycles." Evalyn added with a grin.

Julian chuckled. "And the motorcycles."

"What about your parents? Do you still talk to them?"

"They passed away many years ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Julian shrugged. "It was a long time ago. I moved on from the sorrow but I still miss them."

"So where are your band members?"

"They returned home for vacation before we go back on tour again."

"Why didn't you go home?"

Julian shrugged. "I really don't consider it a home. Just the place I lived in because I had to."

Evalyn gave him a look. "Your staying here because of me, aren't you?"

Julian smiled at her.

Evalyn blushed and looked away. "I don't want to keep you away from your home, Julian."

Julian stopped and turned to face her. "Your not. I'm here because I want to be. "

Evalyn said nothing but continued walking.

"So enough about me. Tell me about yourself."

Evalyn shrugged. "Nothing much to talk about. I was born and raised here. My parents helped me go to pastry school in Chicago but I came back to finish my extern at the cookie store. And the rest is history. I'm still here, trying to move up into the pastry world."

"Where are your parents?"

"They moved to California to be closer to other family."

"So you're here by yourself?"

"Yeah but I don't mind. It gives me time to concentrate on getting experience so I can move up the ladder."

Julian nodded. "I can understand that. Now can I ask you a personal question?"

"… Depends on the question."

"What happened between you and Tim?

Evalyn was silent for several moments.

"Sorry." He said quickly. "It's none of my business."

"No it's ok. I guess you kind of have a right to know since you did save me that time from him."

Evalyn sighed and began talking.

"We dated back in high school. The first time was my junior year when he first transferred to our school. Apparently, he had been a problem at his other school so he was sent to ours to start new or whatever. Anyway, when we started dating, he was sweet and considerate. But he started getting mad and frustrated after a while."

"Why?"

Evalyn turned red. "Well… He was pissed off because I wasn't kissing him. Apparently, after a month of dating, I was supposed to be willing to do more than deal with touching hands."

"Deal with? You don't like being touched?"

"Not really. But that's for reasons other than Tim. Anyway, He was also calling my phone practically twenty-four hours a day. It was driving my parents nuts. Finally, I broke things off and told him it was because I needed to get some help and try to grow up a little. He didn't like it, but couldn't really argue."

"Let me guess, you went back out with him your senior year?"

Evalyn nodded. "Sadly, yes. He asked to give it another go and I said yes. Mostly because I felt bad about how things ended the first time. But he changed a lot over that summer. He was suddenly clingy and obsessive. Not just calling me all the time again, but wanted to go everywhere I went and demanded to know where I was all the time."

"That would make me punch the bastard."

"Tell me about it. One day, when we were over at my house and we were alone, I left the room to go to the bathroom. When I came back, his shirt was off and his pants were unzipped."

They both sat on the park bench as Evalyn finished her story.

"I started freaking out and Tim got pissed about it. He said it was time to go all the way and I said no. He started to force himself onto me and I freaked out. He said to stop being a pansy and do 'what good girlfriends should do'. I told him that if he cared about me, he wouldn't rape me."

Tears started welling in her eyes at the memory, but Evalyn brushed them away.

"He said that it wasn't rape if were dating."

Evalyn looked at Julian. His face was white and his fists were clutched so hard, she was surprised he wasn't bleeding.

"After he said that, I kicked him in the groin and ran out. But not before telling him we were over for good. When I came home, Tim had trashed the house. My parents called the cops and pressed charges. I didn't tell them about the attempted rape. I was too ashamed at the time."

"What did the police do?"

"Nothing, really. He was sent to live with his uncle in California and ordered to get anger management therapy. The other night was the first time I have seen him since then."

They were silent for several moments as Evalyn finished her story. Julian had several thought running thru his head. One being that he should hunt down and kill the bastard.

"Julian?"

He shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled at her, who was giving him a concerned look.

"Sorry. Just thinking. Can I ask you one more question?"

"I guess."

"Why do you not like to be touched?"

Evalyn smiled. "Because you can't be raped by your uncle and not have some side effects."

Julian stared at her, open mouthed, obviously in shock.

Evalyn had this reaction many times whenever she talked about it and it always amused her. To her now, it was in the past and not something to be shameful of. It made her a stronger person.

"…You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Julian said softly.

"It's ok. That's something I've learned to talk about more openly with."

Julian sat back on the bench again and listened to her with eager ears and an open heart.

"It happened when I was ten. My uncle never seemed to be right in the head. Drinking, smoking, drugs. You name it, he did it. His room scared the living hell out of me too. It was covered with satanic pictures of people burning in hell. He was living with his parents and we had fallen on hard times so they allowed me and my parents to stay there for the time being. One night when it was just me and him, he surprised me and came into my room, drunk. You can imagine what happened. I'll spare you the details. He threatened to kill me if I told my parents."

"But you did tell them."

Evalyn nodded. "I snuck into mom and dad's room in the middle of the night, crying. They took me to the ER and called the police from there. Sadly, my grandparents took his side. They threw us out of the house."

"What about your uncle?"

His best friend convinced him to steal a truck and go to Florida with him. The man they stole from didn't press charges, but my uncle was stranded down their with no job and no money. He was completely homeless. When he found a job working at some car place, he came into work with a bag full of paint fumes on his head. His boss pulled it off and told him he was fired. And all he did was pull the bag back over his head. Later in the woods, he hung himself."

Evalyn watched Julian take in all the information.

"And your grandparents? What ever happened to them?"

"The last time I saw them was at the funeral. The minute we stepped over the threshold of the funeral home, they rounded on me and told me it was my fault. It nearly caused a family riot. We left and never spoke to anyone on my mother's side again. Except for my uncle and aunt. They still talk to us."

Julian sat silently for several moments, then reached out and gently cupped her face in his large hands.

"For suffering so much and for loosing so much, I'm sorry. But I am happy for the strong and beautiful woman you have become."

Evalyn blushed and leaned into his touch.

Several moments later, Julian started to withdraw his hands, but Evalyn stopped him by grabbing his wrists.

"Why are you moving them?"

"I thought you didn't like to be touched."

Evalyn closed her eyes and leaned into his hand.

"I don't. Not normally. I don't know, but whenever you touch me… I like it. It's like I need you to keep touching me."

They stayed like that for several moments, until Julian took a hand away from her and raised her chin to meet his face.

"May I kiss you know? I've been dying to all night."

Evalyn laughed. "Yes. You can kiss me."

Julian quickly leaned in and kissed her gently.

They moaned and wrapped their arms around each other.

They would have continued on, but were distracted by the teenagers who started to ride their bikes past them and jeer.

"Get a room!" One shouted.

Julian glared at them while Evalyn giggled.

"Would you like to come back to my apartment?" She asked.

"Only if you are comfortable enough to let me."

Evalyn nodded. "I've been comfortable enough to make out with you in public places. I might as well let you kiss me while where alone."

Julian chuckled and they walked to her apartment.

…

Evalyn's apartment was a small one bedroom. Surprisingly, the apartment looked nice. The living room and the kitchen were joined together, leaving only room for a small table to eat on. The living room had a simple couch and a small TV on a stand against the wall. Everything was simple, but elegant compared to other places Julian had seen.

"Would you like a soda or something?"

"No thanks. I'm alright"

"Can I get you anything to eat?"

Yes. Strip down naked and lay on the bed. I'll take over from there. "I'm alright."

They sat on the couch for several moments.

"Well… this is awkward." Evalyn began.

"Yes it is… can I break the ice?"

"How-" Julian grabbed Evalyn and gave her a kiss that melted her nearly into a puddle.

They kissed for several moments. Eventually, they ended up from a sitting position to Julian laying ion top of her, arms wrapped tightly around her while her arms closed around his neck.

His lips eagerly traveled from her lips to her throat. She groaned at the contact.

Julian was panting and moaning between kisses. He felt his fangs ache with need as he reached her throat. But that would have to wait. To her, this was no dream and he needed to be careful.

"Evalyn." He moaned.

She groaned her response.

"I wont be able to do this much longer… we need to stop."

She glared up at him from the couch. "No we don't!"

Julian panted and shuddered. "Yes. Or I wont be able to stop myself from taking you. Every inch of your skin drives me crazy with want. And I refuse to do anything you don't want to do."

Evalyn bit her lip as she considered the words she wanted to say.

"Then… let's take this to my room."

Julian blinked.

"Huh?"

Evalyn sat up and leaned her forehead against his. "I mean it. You're the first man I've opened up to. I don't know why, but you're the only man I truly trust with my heart. Please, show me what real love feels like." The last of her words came as a desperate plea.

Julian groaned and started pulling away.

She doesn't mean it she doesn't mean it she doesn't mean It it's just a fit of passion she doesn't mean it…

Evalyn pulled him towards her and kissed him.

"Please?"

GAME OVER!

Evalyn found herself in his arms in a nanosecond as he raced to her bedroom.

…

DADA DAAAA! You can imagine what happens next. Next chapter WILL CONTAIN LEMONS! You have been warned…