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A/N: I am just re-posting this chapter cause it had some flaws. Hope to do better with future chapters. Hope you like it.

Chapter 11: Just Don't Get Caught

"Where are we going?" Felicite asked. She had met Trevor in their usual spot to have dinner, but instead of going to the dinning room, he began leading her somewhere else.

"You'll see," Trevor answered with an impish tone and smile. That answer both excited and worried Felicite, although it did not deter her from following. They soon found a staircase, which he led her up, not slowing in his pace. Once at the top, he opened the door to a room of paintings and sculptures. It was a large room that was obviously rarely visited due to the dust and dirt seen on the floor and walls.

"Where are we?" Felicite asked taking in the whole room.

"It's a gallery. It is one of the places I love in this mansion. Ever since I was little, I loved to come here and just sit, alone and think," he said.

"Boy, this place is-"

"Old I know," he said cutting her off. "Don't you think you have beaten that dead horse enough?"

His slight annoyance at her comment only made it that much more fun to bring up, and she couldn't help but smile. "Maybe," she toyed looking at him once again. That was when she noticed the table in the middle of the room. He had been standing in front of it so she didn't see it at first, being immediately intrigued by the art. It was set with a white tablecloth, two candles, and a rose in a small vase. On a small cart next to it were two covered plates, a bottle of wine, and two cups of blood. "What is that?"

"Dinner," he answered with a smile. "I wanted to have a dinner, just us, and more than just blood. Some variety, mix it up," he confessed.

"Well, aren't you sweet," she answered with a smile of her own. Trevor tenderly led her over to the table, with both hands, walking backwards as to look at her the whole time. He pulled out her chair so she could sit and then walked over to the cart. He grabbed the cups of blood to start, then brought both covered plates to the table, setting one in front of her and the other in front of his seat. He removed the covers revealing a scrumptious meal that smelled as good as it looked. On her plate was steak and a pasta like side and a some mashed potatoes. "Wow, this looks great. I don't think I have had real food since almost two, no three years now," she said.

"When was that?" he asked as he picked up the silver utensils and began to gently cut at the steak before him.

"It was a party that Selene had dragged me to about a year after my turning. It was one of those formal, frilly things, celebrating something frivolous, as most of them are," she said, beginning to drink her blood, needing real nutrients.

"Wow, you sound like a death dealer," he said eating some of his steak.

"I am one," she pointed out.

"I know," he said. 'I just hate to be reminded that you think like one,' he thought. He liked her kind nature, and loved her partial innocence. 'If Selene was the cold and heartless killer they said she was, she did not force the same behavior on Felicite,' he mused. She smiled at him, noticing the frown in his eyes. Her smile pulled him from his thoughts, making him repeat the action. "God, your smile is intoxicating," he said, absentmindedly. This comment only made her blush.

"You only say that because you want back in my pants," she said, finishing her blood, trying to hide her blushing.

"Well even if that were my motive, which I'm not sure it is, what I say is true," he said placing another piece of food in his mouth.

"I think it is your motive, but I don't think it is such a bad one," she joked playfully.

"Well, good to know," he answered with impish eyes.

"So, I did want to talk to you," she said.

"About what?"

"About Marcus," she said.

"What about Marcus," he asked, a bit suspicious.

"How was he awakened?"

"I don't think I understand?"

"Was it like every other awakening, or was there anything strange about it?"

"Where did this come from?" he asked, a bit perplexed by the reasoning behind the question.

"Well, the war has taken some weird turns recently, I just wanted to keep up with all of them," she reasoned. She couldn't tell him she suspected his mentor of being the very thing they hunted.

"I mean, I guess it was normal. I wasn't there; I was dealing up the mess of Death Dealers that returned and counting our losses. It was Serina who woke him, being Amelia's daughter and all. She never said anything weird happened that I know of," he explained. "Why?"

"I told you, I just wanted to keep on all the events I missed when hiding," she said, a bit ashamed of her action of hiding.

He eyed her suspiciously. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute; worried he did not believe her. But his expression softened to a smile as he continued to eat what was in front of him. "So, are we doing anything later?" he asked, trying to change the subject not so skillfully.

"Maybe, what did you have in mind?" she asked.

"I really have no ideas," he said with an impish smile.

"Really, 'cause I can think of a few," she said, returning the gesture.

"Would, you like to share them?" he asked, finishing his blood as well. He moved to grab the wine, when she got out of her chair, and walked over to him.

She put her hand on his shoulders, walking around to be behind him. "I'd rather show you," she whispered in his ear, as she reached for the wine and took it from under his hand. "I haven't had wine in so long, since I first came to Hungry. Drinking under the age of 21 is illegal in America, so you drank beer. But wine is so much more sophisticated, and just makes me so…" she paused, walking away from him towards the door, wine bottle in hand. "Relaxed." She turned and looked at him with a look that needed no words. He did as he was silently instructed and followed her out the door. But he soon took the lead, taking her to his room, a much closer and lavish place for them to spend quality time together.

Felicite awoke the next night to the sound of her cell, she wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but felt it might be smart to answer it, seen as how, Selene and Michael had not called her in a few days. She had been right to answer it. "Hey Cat," a familiar voice said.

"Hey, how you feeling?" Felicite asked, looking over to the bed to see that Trevor was still asleep. She began gathering her clothes that were around the room, and started to dress.

"Alright, I guess," the vampiress answered, not to convincingly.

"It will get better," she comforted. Finishing putting her clothes on, she began towards the door.

"I hope so. But that is not why I am calling. I want to know if you have found anything?"

"No, but part of the problem is I have no time to read the books that might say something, because otherwise I will fall down on my research for the coven, and they might discover everything," she whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I'm in Trevor's room," she confessed without thinking.

"What are you doing in his room this early in the morning?" she asked accusingly. Felicite silently kicked herself for not keeping her big mouth shut.

"I…uh…spent the night," she confessed, unable to come up with a good excuse that quick.

"You what!" Selene exclaimed.

"Shhh, you may wake him up," she whispered harshly.

"Well, you shouldn't be there in the first place," Selene answered. "You are getting to involved."

"I'm fine Selene," she protested with a roll of her eyes that Selene could hear.

"I hope you know what you are doing. If he finds out you played with his heart like this Cat, it could be the last thing you do," she warned.

"I know, I'll be careful. Now back to the books. Can you read them?"

"How will I get them?"

"I'll bring them to you," she explained.

"No you shouldn't come back here. If Marcus realizes you two are as close as you are, he will doubt your intentions, and in all likeliness, track you car. He won't follow you, for fear of showing Trevor he doesn't trust him, but he will track you. Gotten any tips?"

"Actually, I heard that some Lycans had been snooping around down by 4th," she said, both stating and asking if it was true.

"Well, we will have to stop that activity," Selene said. "Meet you there, around 12," Selene stated.

"See you then," she said. Trevor sat up in bed.

"Who are you meeting around twelve?" he asked.

"An informant," she covered. It dawned on her then, that she had to find out just how loyal Trevor was. If it was going to be impossible to help him see the truth, then this relationship would have to end, but if not, she would have to show him the light, and hope he didn't turn on her.

"Where are you going?" Michael asked as Selene got dressed. For the first time ever he saw he actually bundle up, as if she were cold. "You okay? Cold?" he asked confused. It was getting cold outside, yes, but she had never acted cold before, not even in the pouring rain with nothing but that thin, leather jumpsuit.

"I can't explain it but, yes, I'm cold," she said sounding just as bewildered as he had.

"Must be a pregnant thing," he shrugged.

"Must be," she said.

"So you going to answer my question?"

"And that would be?"

"Where are you going?"

"Out," she stated.

"Out where?" he asked.

She knew if she told him, he would flip. As much as she had explained she didn't need his protection, he was still trying to do so, especially since learning of the pregnancy. "Just out," she said, about to leave.

"Selene," he said, in a tone that was very questioning.

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I just need some air," she insisted. She knew if push came to shove, she would win and get to go out, but she had no desire to fight.

"Will you just tell me where you are going?" he pleaded.

"To meet Felicite," she caved.

"Why?"

"To get the book," she answered.

"What book?"

"The book she confiscated from the coven's library," she answered, getting a bit annoyed.

"And you need it because?"

"She can't read it. She doesn't have time if she wants to keep her cover. They are keeping her pretty busy there," she attested.

"What if she is followed, you'll be killed," he countered, his eyes begging her not to go.

"I have to go. I'll be fine. Trevor trusts her enough that they will not follow her," she said.

"How do you know?"

"Because apparently they are sleeping together," she confessed.

"What!" he growled jumping up from where he was sitting on the bed.

"I called her earlier, and she was in his room. She said she had 'spent the night'," she said.

"I'm going to kill him, and then her," he growled, advancing towards the door and in turn her, frustration in his eyes.

"Whoa, I want to too, but she is a big girl and can make her own decisions. Besides, as much as it worries me, their relationship might just save her in the end," Selene said. "Now, I need to go. I will see you when I get back." He closed the gap between them and gave her a goodbye kiss.

"Be careful," he ordered.

"I will," she whispered.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she responded, and turned the doorknob to their room, leaving him to get ready for yet another day of having his ass kicked into shape.

Selene waited until 12:30 before finally seeing Felicite's car pull up. She was freezing, having turned off the car to keep from attracting attention to herself. She hadn't been this cold since her turning. She was habitually cold but not icy almost freezing like now. She assumed that something about being pregnant was making her feel temperature. "Where have you been, I'm freezing?" Selene asked, getting out of the car.

"Sorry, I couldn't get away as soon as I had hoped," she said, handing Selene her book. The vampiress took it as another chill ran down her spine. "You okay?" Felicite asked.

"I will be once I am warm again," she said.

"You're a vampire, you are never warm," Felicite said.

"But I'm also not cold, not like this," Selene stammered. Her teeth were almost chattering and her muscles were spasming in hopes of keeping warm.

"Oh my god, you are cold," Felicite said, realization hitting her. "Why?"

"I don't know, but it's annoying," she said, putting her hand to her mouth and swallowing down the sick feeling that rose in her throat.

"Are you sure you will be okay?"

"I'll be fine, I just need to get back. Now watch yourself with Trevor. I knew him, he's no fool," Selene said.

"You knew him?"

"Not well, but well enough to know he is smart. He'll catch you if you stay this close and try to keep up this charade," Selene warned.

"Yes mommy," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "Pun intended," she giggled. Selene merely gave her a warning scowl. "But seriously, I have it under control, okay?"

"Alright, I'm trusting you. But don't get caught," she ordered.

"I won't, sheesh," she said, heading back to her car and climbing in.

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