"I can see you now. I can see you, as you should be but your distorted. I want you to show me what you look like after dinner."
Lava wasn't prepared for this yet. He wanted to work into this with her. She was jumping the gun. He gave her too much to fast. He took a sip of the wine to calm him self.
"Did you put something in this? I feel really weird. Can we leave and get some fresh air? She had started to get up before he could even answer.
He paid the bill and went outside to where she was waiting. He walked up to her clicking his heals to make sure she would hear him.
"Come with me down to the beach, we have much to discuss. I need you to remain calm the entire time because what I am going to tell you is going to shock you." He grabbed her hand and led her down the path that would take her to the beach.
When they got to the beach and were far enough away from anyone who would hear he turned to her and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.
"My name is Lava, just Lava. I made up a last name just so I could fit into this society. I was born almost a thousand years ago. I am a demon."
Her face began to pale. This had to be a joke. He couldn't possibly be what he said he was. She looked over at his bag and saw the wine bottle. All she wanted right now was what was in the bottle.
She walked over to him and grabbed the bottle. She started swigging it praying she would get drunk and just pass out.
"That's not wine. I was going to save that part till last. You're not going to be getting drunk off of that anytime soon. You are going to need to drink it everyday at least once a day from now on."
"What the hell are you talking about? What have you been giving me? I've felt funny ever since I first drank it. Have you been poisoning me?" She started to panic thinking that he had given her something and now she was going to die.
"I did not poison you. Please I told you not to panic. You are someone I have known for four hundred and fifty seven years. The sad part is that you have not been alive for four hundred and fifty six of those years. You and I use to be great enemies. You tried to kill me for days. After we almost killed each other you and I began to travel together. We were an amazing team and we fell in love. Then there was a battle, and you were alone. I was too late and you were killed. I haven't seen you since then and I haven't been with another woman since then." He looked into her eyes praying she would believe him.
He needed her to believe him. Now that he had her he didn't want to loose her again. This was his chance to do what he couldn't back then. Stay by her side and protect her for always.
"This is crazy you know that. I'm more then happy to take the job but this is all nonsense. Your saying I'm some reincarnation of a girl you loved and now you want to hook up with me to heal your wounds. I won't be some girls replacement." She was getting angry. Unconsciously she took another sip of the wine.
"You are her reincarnation. You are a gift someone has given to me and I promise to take care of you and love you if you will just have me. Miyu was not just anyone; she was a vampire and a guardian of earth. What do you think you have been drinking? That isn't wine and it sure as hell isn't fruit punch!" He was trying to remain calm but he wanted her to understand.
"You have been giving me blood? Are you fucking insane!!! I could get sick from this. I could get a disease or something." She had enough and she started to walk away.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to look into his face. He wanted her to see that he was not insane or trying to hurt her. Her blue eyes were scared and he didn't mean to do it but she left him no choice.
"Yes I gave you blood and yes I know what it can do to a human but you are not a human. I honestly don't even know how it became recessive but it needed to come out. The blood has made you stronger and your senses are heightened. You saw right through my human disguise. No one has done that in the centuries I've been alone. I beg you to have faith in me. You felt it that day in the auditorium. You felt yourself calling out to me. A blood bond you and I made so many years ago." He felt her slipping and felt his soul ripping.
He was going to loose her again. Right here right now she was going to walk away from him. His eyes started to tear up and his knees started to shake. Such a long time of waiting only to watch her walk away.
"I need some time alone. I need to think about what you have said. I need to be alone to see if this is all even real. Am I going to vaporize when the sun comes up? Will I live forever? I have so many questions that I don't even know if I want the answer too." She started to panic.
"You have been in the sun all your life and nothings happened. Miyu was unique and you are all that she was. You will live forever. You don't know it but when you turned twenty you stopped aging. Your trait was recessive due to lack of blood but parts of you were still in there. Your fangs were recessive. Now they will appear whenever you feed." He spoke softly.
"I need to be alone. I need to think. I need to process all of this. I'm a reincarnated dead girl. A reincarnated dead vampire girl, who was loved by a demon. He is now one of the richest men in Tokyo. This is all madness. To top it all off I actually like drinking this blood concoction. I'm going home now and I'll talk to you later, I think." She looked at him one last time and walked away.
This was not what he wanted. He wanted her to accept him and to trust in what he was saying. In a way though he understood because he was still a stranger to her. He knew her well prior to this life. Now he had to be patient to get to know her in this life.
"At least let me call you a limo to escort you safely home. When you come into your own I won't have to worry about you, but for now please let me extend you this courtesy." He had to practically yell she had walked so fast away from him.
"I will take you up on your offer. Honestly as crazy as this is going to sound, can I have more of your wine? I am tired and stressed and I don't care if it is alcoholic or blood right now. It makes me feel better, less tense."
He pulled out another bottle from his bag. He knew her hunger was going to be bad at first. She had starved it for years and it had some making up to do. Eventually she would need only one glass a day but until then he would give her what she asked.
He was amazed though that she still didn't remember anything. The book he had read said if she drank so much it would come back to her. Maybe it took more time. He doubted it would take more blood; she drank a whole bottle by herself.
The limo had arrived and he let her go praying she'd return to him.