Chapter 4

Gaspard had eased up a little during the car ride, but not much. I figured I should wait until we got home to ask him about it, to give him a little more time to calm down. We pulled into the driveway and he came around to open my door. He looked pretty calm, but his eyes were distant. What could be bothering him so much? We walked into the house. I had enough of this, I need to know what was wrong and I needed to know right now. I grabbed his arm and pinned him against the wall. He raised an eyebrow at me and said "Can I help you?"

"OK, tell me what happened at the theater."

"It's really nothing, I'm sure I was just overreacting."

"I'll be the judge of that…tell me what happened."

"Those boys…they were just… having some thoughts that I wasn't happy about." Me and Gaspard were vampires, but not ordinary vampires. Some vampires have special powers. That sounds pretty cliché, but it's true. And Gaspard's ability is that he can read minds. Anyone and everyone's. Well there was one exception. Me. When I was human, Gaspard could never read my mind, not when I was human, and he still can't now that I'm a vampire. We don't know why, but that doesn't matter. I was eager to find out those gentleman's thoughts. "Well, what were they thinking?" I asked.

"About you," his lip curled back and a low rumble started in his chest.

"What about me?"

"He wanted you to teach him a thing or two alright, and it didn't help that he had a very graphic imagination."

"I don't understand," I was so confused.

"He was thinking about you in a very ungentlemanly way, a way that no women should be thought of. Especially not you, my fiancée, my love, my life. He was a dirt bag, and he thought about you and him doing the things that we do… it was disgusting." By the time he was finished talking his lip was completely curled back, the growl coming from his chest was now audible, and his jaw and fists were clenched. Their thoughts must have been pretty bad, he was clearly very upset. I remembered that smile the man gave me. I shuddered at the thought of what he could have been thinking. Ew, Gaspard was right, that's vile. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him hard. I started kissing up and down his neck, trying to calm him down. After a while his jaw and fists unclenched and he wrapped his arms around me, and rested his check on the top of my head. "I'm sorry," he whispered. Sorry! Sorry! What could he possibly be sorry for? He did nothing! "Why in the world are you apologizing?" I asked him.

"I made it into a big thing, I just can't stand it when men think about you that way. You're mine."

"Listen to me. I am just as disgusted with those men as you are! I love you for standing up for me, for showing them that I belong to you. You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? I should be thanking you for being such an amazing fiancée, and doing that for me." He started laughing a little. He looked like he had calmed all the way down by now. "You don't have to thank me for anything. I would do it anytime," he said then he leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I pulled back and looked at his face. He was smiling my favorite crooked smile. I giggled and said "…and besides, you happen to be very sexy when you're defending your woman." He laughed and picked me up so that both my legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. He kissed me deeply and carried me up the steps, into our bedroom, kissing me the whole time. He threw me onto the bed, and so the night begun…..