Alright, heads up on this chapter. Kinda mature, so be warned. Nothing too bad though...

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Sunday morning…

Vittoria De Luca woke up the next morning feeling like someone had hit her in the head with a bat. She hadn't felt this hung-over in years. She opened her eyes, wincing quietly as the lights caused her head to ring, and checked her surroundings. Well, she wasn't at her apartment, that was for sure, nor was she at Beth's house. The light bulb went on in the back of her head.

She sat up and quickly grabbed the covers after realizing that she was without her dress, which meant she was currently topless. Wait, covers? A bed? Vittoria felt her fangs inching out with hunger. Without a night in her freezer, she was hungry. Even the cold room wasn't helping the blood lust.

Vittoria tried to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, as hung-over and hungry as she was, when it hit her.

She looked over to her right at the sleeping form besides her. She didn't need to see his face to know exactly who it was. What was worse was that he, like her, was currently without a shirt. How drunk was she last night? Vittoria curiously looked down at the rest of her, only to discover that her dress was not the only thing that was missing.

"Shit," she muttered, looking back at Josef Kostan's sleeping form. She didn't have to ask to know fully well that he, like her, was not missing just his shirt. "Shit, shit, shit!"

Vittoria racked her mind for any memories of last night's events.

"So how old are you?" a drunken Josef Kostan asked, grabbing the hand of an equally drunk Vittoria De Luca. They had gone to his apartment after the party and one thing led to another. After a couple (a word being loosely used) drinks, they had both put down their guards.

Vittoria grinned, shaking her head stubbornly as he pulled her towards him. "Not telling."

"Why not?" he pouted, his hands grazing her hips as she grinned wider.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you to never ask a woman her age?" she questioned, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was taller than her so she was perched on her tip toes.

"I thought it was never ask a woman her weight," he replied, closing in whatever space was between them. He was grinning too, pleased at their current position, not that Vittoria noticed.

"It's the same thing," she explained, laughing. "Besides, I'm not going to tell you."

His grin was replaced with a smirk as he spoke. "What if I changed your mind?"

"And how exactly would you do that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, amused. Before she could prepare herself, his lips were on his, completely destroying any space that was between them…

Vittoria stopped trying to remember, already have seen enough and smart enough to put the rest of the pieces together. This was just great, really great. If her mother was still alive, she would have hit her in the back of the head. Then she would have killed her.

As if the universe hadn't screwed her over enough already, her red dress was no where in site. However, she did managed to find her panties, which were on the ground besides her. Once she had slide those on, she scanned the room once again for her red dress, still being unsuccessful.

She heard movement from the other side of the bed, causing her to nearly have a stroke. She looked over and saw Josef rolling over from his stomach to his back, groaning slightly as the light hit his eyes.

"Morning sunshine," he said, grinning slightly at her once his eyes had adjusted to the lighting.

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up."

Her reply only made him grin wider. "Are you always this hostile in the morning or am I just the lucky one?"

"You're just the lucky one," she responded, rolling her eyes once again.

He glanced over her, taking in her appearance and how high the covers were over her chest. "Oh."

"What?"

"I thought something had happened last night," he said, coming into a sitting position. "I couldn't remember until I saw you with the covers up to your neck."

"Shut up," she replied, embarrassed slightly. She had a feeling that she would be using that phrase more today. He laughed, grabbing something off of the floor, which she assumed was some article of clothing.

He got up off the bed after sliding on his pants and began to walk out of the room. "I'm having a blood craving. Want a glass?"

"Yes, whatever you have is fine," she said, the reminder of her hunger hitting her core. She tried to look at his face rather than his torso, which was impressive for a guy who did business all day. He left the room, giving her a nice view of his equally impressive back and time to get herself together.

Giving up on trying to find herself the dress, she grabbed the white button down on the floor near the edge of the bed. Assuming it was Josef's, she slipped it on and buttoned it up. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror, a bit glad that she didn't look like a total mess. Her hair was still loosely curled, not nearly as nice as it was last night, and she still had on last night's make-up.

"What have I gotten myself into," she murmured.

Josef Kostan usually has fresh blood, thus the job of his freshies. Unfortuneally, no freshies resided here so he was stuck with bottled for now. He pulled a bottle out and grabbed two glasses. He poured his glass first and took a drink, savoring the taste, even though it was bottled. Due to last night's encounter, he didn't get the pleasure of a cold freezer.

Last night's encounters. He was really curious how drunk he was and even more curious to know how drunk she was. He remembered snips of the night, mostly while at the party, and those weren't all that bad. Of course, she was hiding her frustration… or maybe she was glad it happened.

He re-filled his glass and then filled up Vittoria's, who was coming into the kitchen. She didn't look bad for a woman who just woke up, hung-over. Actually, she looked good. He glanced over at the white fabric covering the rest of her up, realizing his shirt immediately.

"You're wearing my shirt," he commented, handing Vittoria her own glass.

She took a drink before responding to his comment. "I couldn't find my dress."

They left it at that for now, both suffering from hunger. Josef couldn't help but notice that she looked very good in his shirt, not that he'd ever say it out loud. He was glad that her dress wasn't in the bedroom so he could get to view this site.

The sound of a phone ringing broke their silence. Josef didn't recognize the sound but Vittoria did. Looking around, she saw her cell phone on the counter.

"Hello?" she answered, setting her glass down on the counter.

"Vittoria De Luca! Where are you? You were suppose to be here an hour and a half ago!" the sound of a middle aged, annoyed woman spoke.

She rolled her eyes. "Lisa, I'm sorry but I'm, um…"

"Sick," Josef mouthed.

"…sick. Yeah, I woke up this morning and felt terrible," she continued, trying to sound ill and weak.

"Sick? We live in L.A.!" the woman replied, doubting that she had been overcome by a sickness in just a couple of hours.

"Lisa, I don't know how or why. I'll be there tomorrow, what's the big deal? It's one day," she explained, annoyance tangled in her words.

"Fine, but if you aren't there tomorrow, so help me God ---"

"Thanks Lisa, got to go. Bye," she said, hanging up before whatever threat was to come out of her mouth came out.

"That was easily the worst sick person voice ever," Josef said, smirking at her as she placed the phone back on the counter.

"It wasn't that bad," she argued. "Besides, what would you have liked me to do? Hand the phone to you?"

"That probably would have been better, although I don't think I'd want the L.A. Scoop to know what I - we - did last night," he explained, watching in amusement as embarrassment swept across her face before disappearing.

Vittoria sighed. "Oh, I'm never going to drink again."

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