***Chapter Three***
**Taking the Step**
What did he want me to do?
Taking a step forward - shields up to protect my mind from others' thoughts.
Thoughts of jealously and envy. She heard it all - yet the thoughts she was most used to were the ones of disgust. Disgust that was pointed to herself for abandoning her own race for the race of the immortal dead.
Yet she couldn't help weaken her shields just to hear what others' thought of the special attention from the vampire upon the throne.
Who does she think she is? The queen of England?
She isn't that special or even pretty. I have no idea why a vampire would pay any attention to a poor girl like her.
Oh they were so lucky that they didn't know much else of the supernatural world.
Eric hadn't moved an inch. He held his cellphone in his hand - watching his fingers type at a fast rate, until he flipped the phone shut and stared at her with determination.
Walking up the steps made her waver and loose her balance - yet Eric was quick to catch her before she fell on the floor and in-front of everyone. "Are you alright, Ms. Stackhouse. "
She nodded. Wincing as she tried to get herself upright. Eric noticed the wince, "We should continue this conversation in my office?" He offered a hand out - taking it without any regret Eric led her past the many women who gave her dirty looks. She tried her best to ignore them.