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I looked at the many bottles of beer and vodka on the table, most of which had been mine.

"Oh," I giggled. "Fuck, Blaise, were those all mine?"

"Yeah."

Confirmed.

"Can I have more?"

"No." He laughed. "You started drinking at two and now it's nearly seven thirty. You are completely fucked up."

Eric POV

I had just stepped off the elevator when I saw her dangling over some black haired boy's shoulder. I didn't like him touching her, not one bit. She is mine.

He put her on her feet and tried to steady her.

"Come on, what room are you in? I don't want to leave you in the lobby when you're this drunk."

"You're drunk too," she slurred

"Two beers. You had four and a half, plus some weed." He sighed. "Please, tell me what room."

Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in towards him. "Ah, fuck you."

"You have."

I was going to go get her, but now I was curious. Maybe her first wasn't the shifter like she had said. Nikki seemed more sober than ever at the mention of whatever this situation was.

"You didn't even get it inside me before you're Dad walked in! It was embarrassing! I'm lucky I'm not dead with what my mom did to me when she found out I was in a drug haze nearly having sex with you!"

The subject of her mother was a touchy subject, but from what I could tell, she was comfortable enough with this man to nearly have sex with him. I started on my way over to them. Her mean side dispersed quickly and she smiled. Nikki giggled, waved and turned back to her friend. "He is going to be my husband."

"I'm invited to the wedding?"

"Of course you are, you nincompoop." She paused. "Is this real life?"

"Yeah, you're just high."

I took in her tight jeans and boots, a grey shirt covered by a black vest. I loved it when she wore dresses, but tonight the jeans looked marvelous on her. They fit her curves perfectly. She was always beautful and tonight was not an exception, even thought she was, as some would put it, "drunk as a skunk."

She smiled. "Blaise, this is Eric. Eric, this is Blaise."

"Nice to meet the man Nikki keeps talking about." This Blais ran his hands through his hair, obviously uncomfortable in this situation and a vampire hotel. Someone could snatch him up. "I should go. Sorry for getting her high."

I shrugged. I wasn't happy that she was on drugs, but the only thing I could do now is feed her my blood, and honestly, I think she should suffer through her hangover. Maybe then she wouldn't want to get high. It was decided: I would take care of her, but not expel the hangover. Besides, it could be slightly entertaining.

"Bye, Blaise!" Nikki called after him as he walked away. She swayed and I picked her up. As much as I love her I wasn't about to let her think she was going to be getting in bed smelling like that. "You smell like pot and alcohol. You need a shower."

The elevator was filled with her laughter. It was rather cute. It would have been cuter had she not been high. From what I could tell, this Blaise, was not a good influence on her. If the hangover didn't teach her that getting high wasn't fun or cool, I would have to make sure this bad influence stopped, so she would too. Yes, she liked to drink with the shifter or when she was at the club, but never once had she gotten high.

Godric had just been exiting his suite when I stepped out of the elevator with her in my arms.

"What happened?"

"She went to visit a human friend of hers. As you can smell drugs and alcohol were heavily involved."

"Hi, Godric," Nikki slurred, looking at him upside down.

"Nikola." He smiled slightly seeing her inebriated state. "I see you've been having fun."

She frowned. "It's not that fun. Weed's smelly and it'll kill my brain cells, and rots my lungs, but . . . it's fun."

"You understand that that makes no sense?"

"But it does."

Godric cocked an eyebrow. "I suppose it does in a way" He actually smiled. "I assume I'll see you two later."

Nikki POV

Never, ever, ever again. The hangover certainly wasn't worth the short lived fun.

"Godric found you quite entertaining last night. You were all giggles and rambles."

My eyes widened. How long had I been asleep? And did he really have to talk that loudly?

"Most of last night and all day."

"Never again. Blaise should not have brought that out. It's never gotten us anywhere good."

Eric's brow furrowed. "Yes, something you said last night . . . you nearly slept with him?"

"Ah, yes." I stayed lying on my side, facing Eric. "When I was fifteen, other girls were bullying me because I was a virgin—that didn't bother me as much as what they were saying about and doing to Blaise—He was getting beat up and hated because people thought he was gay. So being horny, fifteen and looking for a way out of a few things, I thought up sex. Never happened though. I mean, he wanted too—he's bisexual-but I wanted more than sex while the parents are out of town."

"Isn't that what the shifter was?"

"You know I cared about him, not like I care about you. You're my everything."

"And you are mine."

I smiled. "Then don't be jealous." I rolled over towards the edge of the bed. "Ugh. I need a shower."

"As it so happens, I believe I need one too." He smiled and I knew what he planned.

"Ugh, I'm suffering over here and you're wanting me to shower with you?"

"I'm not letting you touch my blood, until you understand that I'll let you drink, but not do drugs. I heard hangover's are quite a bitch."

The next day, I found myself walking down the familiar and dreaded street on which I used to live. I didn't know of course why I came here, I should be packing, doing something of use, but I came here. The place that I hated with a passion, but a place that I loved for sending me on my way to where I am now.

"Where we at, Nikki?" Tommy asked, eying the shabby house.

I ignored him and rapped on the shabby door, feeling a pit being dug in my stomach, as I did it. The door swung open and I said, "Hi, Mother." Then a hand collided with the side of my face.

I really, really hated that bitch.

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