I must apologise for being off line for six days now. The internet decided it didn't want to work for me.
so to make up for it, here are last Sunday and Mondays missed chapters.
In reference to the bad spelling, it's meant to be that way. I'm not that bad a speller
How you see it written is how you can imagine it being spoken.
Enjoy
RomanTinkerBell
The music blared but Ingrid and Everett weren't dancing or singing tonight.
Their speech was slurred and their eyes glazed but that didn't seem to bother them.
"So ahm sittin' there...mindin' mah onne byzinesz, tryn' to lern him sum matmatics...wen, nexsing I no, hees tuchin' mayh hare and kisssing muh cheek!"
"Ugh! At's disgusting!"
Ingrid was seated with Everett on the bar. Both bare footed and Ingrid was wearing Everett's glasses
"So wahht didchyou doo?" Ingrid slurred
"Nuthin'. I jus leggd iee ouwaair an' kem dowwn heear"
"Vlad mus need ta geh laiyed"
They both giggled at that.
Everett swayed slightly as she poured herself another drink. They'd finished the Vodka, had moved to the scotch and finished that too and were now enjoying French 1965 Bordeaux that Daniel had rustled up from somewhere for the more sophisticated Vamps.
It was at that time that Vlad decided to appear. He made his way through the throng of dancing Vamps over to the bar, giving Daniel a scrutinizing look when he saw the two drunk females
"Hey, I only gave them the Vodka. Anything else they had, they got on their own" Daniel told him, holding his hands up in surrender.
Vlad scoffed. But if that was the case, he couldn't place blame on the other male.
He made his way to the two girls. He took the glass from Everett's hand and gave it to Ingrid. She took a sip from it after taking a gulp from her own glass.
"I think you've had enough Everett" Vlad said as she whined pitifully.
"No! No ahm finne!" she leaned a little too far to her right and fell of the bar to his feet, knocking herself unconscious on the stone tiles below.
He scoffed again, sighed and rolled his eyes. He picked her up off the floor, looping one arm under hers and around her back and his other arm around the back of her knees. He then proceeded to carry her from the room.
She wasn't unconscious for long and by the time he got back to her room she was squirming and begging to be let down. He dropped her unceremoniously on her couch, but she quickly stood again, swaying slightly.
"It's all your fault!" she screamed at him
"And how exactly is it my fault" Vlad replied calmly
"You're the one who kissed me!"
"This is all because I kissed you? It was an innocent peck on the cheek, it was nothing!"
"Ingrid was right! You need to get laid!"
"Why not say it louder?! I don't think they heard you down stairs!" he shouted disgustedly.
Everett cupped her hands around her mouth
"YOU NEED TO GET LAID!"
Vlad hissed at her in anger and was surprised when she didn't even flinch
"Why do you always have to bite back?!" he yelled
"Why are you always so stressed and angry all the time?!" she countered
"Because I have work I have to do, and having you become buddies with Ingrid only makes me suspicious because she's fought me the entire way so far!"
She didn't fight back this time, she didn't even say anything. She just looked at him, head tilted to one side, looking as cute as ever. The vessels in her neck throbbed appetisingly. Vlad could hear the whispers of his inner demons telling him to bite.
"Maybe I can help you to de-stress" She said as she made her way over to him.
He watched her with curiousness and uncertainty and jumped when she looped her arms around his neck. He pulled them off him quickly.
"Everett, no. You're drunk"
"If you remember correctly, you're the one who kissed me and made me want to get drunk"
He looked at her, mouth gaping like a fish. She was never gonna let him live that down.
She moved her arms around his neck again and pulled him in to meet her. She let one of her hands settle in the crook of his neck and allowed the other to tangle into his hair.
At first he was reluctant to let things move forward, but he found himself wrapping an arm around her waist and letting the other slide up her body and back to the back of her neck.
Letting his lips mingle with hers gently.
"You know what you want"
The voice was small and lingered in the back of his brain but he was too wrapped up in the moment to realise it was there.
"Take her. Make her yours. Bite her"
Both his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to the danger zone while her hands ran through his hair. Their kiss intensifying in fervour.
He clung to her, desperately trying not to lose control.
She broke the kiss, breathing hard, and wrapped her arms around him to hold him close, laying her head on his shoulder and placing the occasional gentle kiss on his neck that sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.
He too held her close, but was fighting an internal battle. He was glad when she pulled away from the kiss. He was glad it had all stopped. He was glad she didn't pull away from him.
She would have to at some point but for now he was happy to hold her close, letting his face fall into her hair and breath in her scent
"Maybe next time we'll let this go further" she commented
'Maybe'
"Definitely"
He could feel his reflection grinning evilly.
Their eyes made contact, and they both leaned into one another, their lips intertwining their destinies as they fell, together, onto the couch behind them and into a night of bliss.
Ingrid refused to awake the next morning.
She complained loudly as she moved to sit up, her head weighing a ton and feeling like it was being hit repeatedly with a brick.
"I shouldn't have had so much to drink last night"
She hadn't even gone back to her room. She was still in the blood bank, sprawled across the bar.
She opened her eyes and wondered why her vision was weird; she reached to rub her eyes and felt glass and plastic under her fist. She groggily removed the glasses from her face and stared at them in confusion, falling back to lay on the bar again "Whose are these? Ugh" she let her arm fall back to place them above her head.
She rolled to her side and sat up, letting her bare feet hang centimetres from the ground.
"They're Everett's"
She winced at the voice. It was too early to start a conversation...especially with such a loud voice.
"They must've fallen over your eyes while you slept" Daniel continued
Ingrid vaguely remembered asking to try them on, but the rest of the night was a blur.
"What are you still doing here? I thought you would've left before the sun came up"
"I took it upon myself to stick around, to make sure you woke up. You had enough alcohol to floor an Elephant." Daniel answered her. Standing and moving to sit next to her on the bar.
"But don't worry, I have the perfect cure. And its Everett approved"
He leaned back to reach behind the bar and pulled up a half empty bottle of bourbon. The last thing Ingrid had been drinking before she passed out.
"More alcohol?" she questioned
He raised his brows and nodded, then took a swig from the bottle and handed it to her
"As Everett says 'the sure fire way to cure a hangover, is to never stop drinking'"
She looked at him cynically
"I'm not drinking from that now" she said
"C'mon. Don't be a princess" he stated
It took her a few minutes to give in and take the bottle from him.