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A pink and blue sugary sweet entered Vanessa's mouth. She hummed in enjoyment as the cotton candy instantaneously melted in her mouth. She loved the treat. Anything cotton candy or even a sweet that had the pink and blue color combination sent her into a giddy state of being.
She was leaning against the railing of the boardwalk with a set of stairs leading down to the beach right next to her.
It's been a very long time since she's been to a beach town. The group's previous home was New Orleans. Filled with swamps and bayous, smoke filled bars, and jazz playing almost every single night.
Vanessa didn't dislike their previous home, it was just starting to become too repetitive for her. She loved jazz but was soon losing her mind hearing the same things over and over again. Their own rock band that they formed was at the bottom of the totem pole because of the music genre.
So, that's when Vanessa suggested that they moved. Find somewhere new where their band would be appreciated. And what better place than California? Especially a small beach town that was always looking for performers.
Santa Carla was perfect. It was a hub for strange people. People like them. Well, not entirely like them but close enough.
Not to mention, more often than not, she was feeling a strange pull towards the beach town. Over the past few years it was getting stronger and stronger. She talked to the others about it and that convinced them even more to move to Santa Carla.
The others had a theory that made Vanessa practically itching her skin. The theory that her mate could be roaming around. And that freaked her out to no end. Her and her group have been around for over a few hundred years and only now she was getting a pull?
The group chalked it up to whether her own mate either turned into a vampire or it was a desire that both her and her mate wanted. Companionship.
Vanessa didn't outright ever admit she wanted companionship in the sense of love or romance. She was perfectly content with her own coven.
But having a mate was a romantic situation. Sarah and Danielle are mates and so is Timothy and Luis. They were already all together before they changed, so not much changed to their dynamic.
Vanessa only guessed that deep down, she wanted it. She wanted what her friends had. Someone to be with and to rely on in a different way.
Vanessa frowned as she finished the last bit of her dinner, leaving nothing but the plastic bag behind. She crumpled up the plastic in her hands and tossed it into the trash can down below on the beach.
She still had a little time before she had to meet up with her friends. And the night would end with them maybe grabbing an extra bite to eat down at the beach.
She reached into her back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes that was slowly dwindling and would have to get a new pack by tomorrow night.
A single cigarette was plucked from the pack and Vanessa held it in between her lips as she put the pack in her back pocket and fished her lighter out in the other one. It was a gold lighter with her full name and a butterfly engraved on it. It was a present from her parents when she changed completely.
Cupping the cigarette with one hand, she flicked the lighter that was at the tip of the nicotine. Vanessa started to growl in frustration as the lighter wasn't igniting. She stopped her attempts to get it to work and shook it up against her ear.
"Fucker." Vanessa groaned when she couldn't hear any lighter fluid sloshing about. She was so busy bringing everything into their new place this morning and getting all the necessary paperwork done that she forgot to refill it.
She reluctantly placed her lighter back into her pocket but kept the cigarette in her mouth. Maybe she could find someone with a lighter on hand?
"Need a light?" A lighter was held up by a leather gloved hand.
Vanessa's eyes that were hidden behind her black sunglasses trailed up the arm and then landed on their face.
If that pull wasn't strong before, it was now. She could feel her inside turning and twisting. The pull was much stronger, but it still seemed incomplete. Like it was waiting for more.
The owner of the lighter was a guy around her age. He had a platinum blonde mullet that almost looked white but it was nowhere close to her own white colored hair. He had stubble of the same color and icy blue eyes that looked like it could pierce through her heart. Thank god that her heart was half dead so it wasn't beating like a drum.
Not only did the leather gloves surprise her, but his whole wardrobe did. He had two coats on which was a leather jacket underneath a black trench coat. Weird combination but it really worked for him. She saw a black shirt underneath those layers but she couldn't tell what kind of shirt it was because it seemed to be hidden. A pair of leather pants that anyone can salivate over and ankle boots that had… Were those spurs?
Vanessa hid a smile behind her cigarette. She only concluded that he was old enough to have lived through the old western days. Maybe it stuck with him so much that he carried that piece of his life all these years.
She knew he was a vampire, a fully turned one cause she could not only smell it on him, but she felt deep within her blood.
"You have no idea." Vanessa answers him. She cups her hand around the lighter as he ignites it, lighting up the end of her cigarette. She pulls back, inhaling it deeply, the ends of it burning as she breathes it in.
Vanessa watches as he himself takes a cigarette he had placed behind his ear, placing it in between his own lips and joining her. She breathes out smoke, tapping the ends of ashes over the side of the railing, "Thanks. I thought I was gonna lose it for a second."
He smiled a little, breathing out his smoke, "I saw you struggling, and wanted to help."
Vanessa smirked, she felt him trying to prod her mind. But since she was much older than he was, she had much more experience in the field of mind games than him. She closed her mind to him, not letting him get past any of her defenses. And instead put out some fake thoughts that would appease him.
But she was easily able to gain access to him without him knowing. And that's when she learned that the pretty platinum blonde's name was David. And so far, he thought she was human. He felt that same pull towards her. They both knew that they were each other's mate, but he thought she was oblivious to this pull. Just a naive little human.
"Why do I feel like that's just an excuse?" Vanessa asked, taking in another puff.
David followed her actions, she will admit, guys who smoked like her surprisingly always put her off. But with David, it was a nice sight to see.
David smirked a little, "Don't know what you mean."
Vanessa wanted to laugh. Fucking tease. "Name's Vanessa. I'd like to know the name of my hero of the night who encouraged my addiction."
"Vanessa…" David repeated her name. If he wasn't dead, maybe his heart would've skipped a beat. His mate's name was Vanessa. It wasn't a name he heard often, but it would soon become his favorite.
David leans against the rail next to Vanessa, his coat covered shoulder just barely brushing against her bare ones.
Vanessa blinked and then continued to smoke as if the slight touch didn't affect her. Which was a huge fucking lie. It almost felt like a shock and damn it felt good. David was on the same page. Suppressing his urges.
"My name is David. Hero of the night?" David smirked at Vanessa's choice of words, "Such a compliment." He continued to smoke as well, watching as the white haired female exhaled.
Vanessa rolled her eyes, "Take it. Don't give them out much. But seriously, thanks. Nerves have been crazy."
David nodded in agreement. His own nerves have been in a frenzy ever since he felt the pull towards her. He hid it well better than the others, smoking like a chimney ever since his mate set foot in Santa Carla.
He felt it even more when he sensed her at the Boardwalk. His coven could feel her too. But being the leader of their group, he broke off first, trying to find her through the crowds of people.
And when David saw her struggling with lighting her cigarette, the pull that he felt all but dragged David to her. He seized the opportunity and he was successful. He had control.
Once again, Vanessa wanted to laugh. So he liked control? Interesting. But what amused her the most was the fact that he thought he was in control. He was strong, she gave him credit where credit was due. Hell, he was close to being on par with her. Just some more practice and he would be stronger than her.
Vanessa was half vampire. She was strong in some areas but if a fully fledged vampire had enough time, they could easily beat her.
"Been in Santa Carla long?" David asked. He already knew the answer to that but he wanted to hear it from her.
Vanessa tapped off the last bit of ashes, taking her last puff, but before she could answer three news faces made their way over to the two of them and that's when Vanessa almost lost her shit.
That pull that felt with David grew in tenfold as the new faces came closer. And it felt complete. Vanessa wanted to let out a string of curses. She didn't just have one mate, she had four.
"Who's the babe?" A guy with long blonde hair that was teased asked David as he hopped up to sit on the rail on Vanessa's opposite side. He had sharp facial features and he had a blonde stubble as well, but not as noticeable as David's. Pretty blue eyes that looked down at Vanessa with eagerness. He wore a black jacket that had some random pins and chains attached to it, a mesh tank top and white jeans that left very little to the imagination, brown worn out boots, and a bunch of random bracelets.
One of the other ones who had a mop of very long golden blonde curls that he had tied back was standing next to the other blonde, smiling devilishly at her. Which was opposite of his angel face looks. He was the only one with a clean face which pushed his innocent soft look even more. His eyes were a shade of light brown that held mischief. A very colorful jacket filled with different pieces of tapestry, pins and patches was placed over a white crop top to which Vanessa thought was a nice choice for his body type. A pair of jeans that was covered by chaps, boots and fingerless leather gloves adorned his hands.
And finally, a guy to which Vanessa thought fit every aspect of the phrase, tall, dark and handsome, stood next to David. Long dark brunette hair cascaded over his shoulders. He had a little bit of a stubble but not much. Deep brown eyes that were staring Vanessa down intensely. What shocked her a little was the fact that only a leather jacket with a jaguar on one sleeve and a necklace made from random items were the only things that was covering up his upper half. His tanned torso was just out in the open for everyone to see and Vanessa was very happy that she pretty much always wore her shades. He had a simple pair of black jeans and boots to finish off his look.
Vanessa then noticed that all four of them wore a single dangling earring in their left ears. They were a coven.
Vanessa and her coven had a similar jewelry accessory. All five of them had simple gold rings on their right thumbs. Things like that symbolized that you were part of their family, and that rule applied to most if not all vampire covens.
Vanessa stomped out her finished cigarette as David introduced everyone to each other, "This is Vanessa. Vanessa, that's Paul, Marko and Dwayne."
She nodded in acknowledgement at their names, "Hey." She simply said. She wasn't really trusting herself to say more at the moment. Four god damn mates. This was highly unexpected.
David finished his own and repeated his question from before the others interrupted.
Vanessa hummed, "Just got here today. My friends and I moved into our new place this morning."
"Oo!" Paul exclaimed, throwing his arm over Vanessa's shoulder. For a second, she thought she was going to push him off from the shock she felt when their skin touched. She wondered if it affected Paul as much as it did her.
"Where you from?" Paul continued. Paul did feel the same shock that Vanessa did. And it made him grin even more down at her. She was pretty, really pretty. The white hair looked hot on her and he so deeply wanted to see her eyes that were hidden from them.
Vanessa felt her hand twitch, wanting to reach back and pull out another cigarette, "Not really from anywhere. We just moved from New Orleans." She decided to go with the last place she called home. In reality, she hasn't been home in over thirty years.
Marko moved a little bit closer to Vanessa, desperately wanting to feel the same shock that David and Paul felt. He was itching to just even hold hands with his mate.
"Pretty big move." Marko comments, placing his thumb nail in his mouth and biting down on it.
Vanessa couldn't tell if that was a nervous tick of his or just something he repetitively did. She was leaning more towards being nervous just from his own thoughts. The action was cute though.
"Very." Dwayne grunts out. Vanessa could feel her chest tightening at how deep his voice was, her jaw even dropped a little. Oh his voice is not fair.
The boys snickered amongst themselves at Vanessa. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought they were amused at her jaw dropping, but she did know better. She put that thought out in the open for all of them. Purely by accident.
David's pointer finger pushed up Vanessa's jaw, drawing her attention to him. "So, what are you doing here all alone?"
David's finger gently trailed down the side of her neck. The leather making Vanessa involuntarily shiver.
That question snapped Vanessa back to reality, "Actually, thank you for reminding me." Vanessa pushed off the railing, parting from David's touch, "I have to go."
Vanessa only made it two steps away from them when Marko's hand snatched Vanessa's wrist, "Where are you going? We could have some fun?"
Vanessa looked back at Marko, a shock running up her arm and spreading through her entire body. Marko's grip on Vanessa's wrist tightened a little from the same shock.
Biting her lip, Vanessa gently pulled away from Marko only to be stopped by Dwayne from behind.
Vanessa flinched a little as Dwayne's torso collided with her back, a shock coursing through both of their bodies at the touch, "Vanessa?" Dwayne asked, placing his big hands on her shoulders.
Taking a moment to collect herself, Vanessa removes Dwayne's hands and is fully able to back away from them. Disappointment flashed through their eyes, not wanting her to leave.
Vanessa smiles softly at them. She knew they wanted to get to know her and be around her. Once a mate touched a mate, it was hard to even separate five feet away from each other. She just needed a breather. Four mates was a lot and she just needed one day to fully take it in.
"I'm sure we could have a lot of fun…" Vanessa said to Marko, causing him to smile. Vanessa directed her attention back to David, "But, I'm afraid I have previous engagement."
"Nessa!" A female voice that belonged to Sarah called out in the distance.
Vanessa wanted to kiss the ground she walked on. Her friends had perfect timing. Vanessa smiled, looking over her shoulder at her incoming friends, "Speak of the devils."