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Warning: Some underage drinking

Chapter 25

Before I left, I made sure Aunt Dottie and Uncle Bob knew that I was staying over Victoria's, and that I would be dropping Gregory off at his "house." Once settled, I grabbed the keys from the end table beside the door and motioned for Gregory to follow me. When we got situated in the car, we pulled out of the driveway and headed for the party. The night was so clear and the full moon shined past a few thin clusters of clouds. The acceleration of the vehicle produced a low hum on the pavement. I turned the volume up on the radio to break the silence and my CD was playing.

And if they get me and the sun goes down

And if they get me take this spike and

You put the spike in my heart

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones

And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there.

"Can you guess what song this is?" I turned my head quick to look at him.

He puckered his lips and shook his head slowly, "I have no idea."

"Vampires Will Never Hurt You," I flashed a smile.

"That's right I'll never," he smiled back. "Who is this? I like that they sing about vampires," he gave out a laugh.

"Oh boy, do I have to teach you," I giggled. "My Chemical Romance sings this. My most favorite band ever."

"Yuh know, I hear mortals play their music at night, but I've never heard this song. They're good."

"You don't have to tell me. I've been listening to them for six years."

"Really?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah, they're my inspiration. I love them."

"Wow, that's commitment right there."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I feel like their music made me who I am today."

"Then they did a pretty damn good job then."

"I guess they did," I said smirking at the fact that he was right.

The air fell silent again. He then put his hand on my leg.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he managed to say.

"With your Dad? It's okay."

"No, he didn't have to act that way."

"I'm over it, Gregory, it's fine."

There was a pause in the conversation.

Changing the subject, he began, "I'm kind of nervous."

"What, why?" I asked in disbelief.

"I don't know what to expect. There's going to be too many humans at this place. I'm not going to know what to say," he shrugged.

"Oh stop you'll be fine." My left hand found his right on my lap. "You did great back at the house with everyone there. I'll be right with you, and you don't have to worry."

"Yeah, but-"

"And if things get out of hand, we can always leave," I interrupted.

He gave out a long exhale and squeezed my hand lightly, "Okay."

"Besides, I'll talk most of the time." I said looking at him, then focusing back on the road. "You don't have to say a word if you don't want to."

"Talk most of the time like you do now?" he laughed. "You're great at that."

I made a funny, skeptical face.

"You're saying I talk too much? Psht, wow," I said in a playful manner.

I jokingly took his hand off of my thigh and put it over near him.

"No, I'm kidding. I love your voice. You can talk to me all night," he said fast and took my hand.

I laughed at the way he acted. He wanted my approval. Maybe Anna and Freda were right. Maybe he did love me. He caressed my cheek and leaned over to kiss it and graze my ear.

I flinched with desire, "As much as I love that, I gotta watch where we're going, otherwise we'd be veering off of the road."

"You can always pull over," he coyly responded.

I raised my brows and gave him a seductive glare trying to comprehend what his ulterior motive was. Who was I kidding, I knew exactly what he wanted. I reached over his side of the car and put his hand back on my lap, but closer to my inner thigh. His eyebrows shot up and suddenly sat up straight at the touch of my bare skin below my skirt. I laughed at the sight of him. Finally, we pulled onto a long dirt road off of the main country road.

"This is it," I said looking off into the distance.

"I wasn't expecting a house party. It's packed," Gregory's eyes grew huge.

"I told you it was going to be big. You'll be all right. Think about what I told you," I tried to remind him.

Part of me knew he'd be okay around the crowds of people that were waiting in the house, but the other half was cynical of his behavior. I wasn't sure how he was going to handle himself being around such a large group of humans. He was only permitted to drink animal blood, but I had to take into consideration that he did bite the caretaker of the graveyard. I shook that out of my mind and focused on having a good time. He would stay close to me and I'd always have an eye on him. We were going to be fine.

Music could be heard blaring from the inside. Lights were strung up and cars were crammed every which way in the grass. I parked in an empty spot where we got out to start walking to the steps. Victoria's house was beautiful. It wasn't a castle-type home like mine, but an old English Tudor mansion. It was decoratively painted and more lights were strung around the spokes of the railings. People were outside talking with their red cups in hand. I recognized most of them from school. Some of them were even falling over drunk. Friends had others help them carry the unconscious to a safe place. I wasn't drinking tonight. I had to drive Gregory home. Well, I didn't have to, he could always just fly, but I didn't want to get too screwed up around him. Not yet. I took his hand in mine and we both moved toward the open front door.