Aug 26th, 9 p.m.
"Crap!" Wearing only her bra and undies, Kris had spent the past half an hour tearing through the boxes Eric had delivered from her home looking for something to wear for her date with Matt. Clothes were scattered all over her bedroom, her jewelry was strewn all over her bed and pairs of shoes piled up in a corner. She'd tried on jeans and a sweater – too boring. She tried on a sundress – too revealing. The shorts and tunic were too slutty. "Oh, come ON! I've got to have something–"
"I am particularly fond of that matching pink lace bra and panties you're wearing."
Kris flew around so fast her hair whipped into her face. "Eric! Dirtbag."
"You left the door open. Need some help?"
"I'd get more help from a blind man!" she spat with her hands on her hips.
Walking into the room, he bent down and picked up a purple and turquoise spaghetti strap tunic, gathered in the waist with the hem resting at the hips. He looked around the room for a second before he picked up black denim leggings. "Now, what's wrong with this?"
She glared at him, her eyes narrow. Grabbing them from him, she replied, "They don't go with my pink undies. By the way, I was looking for this top."
"Sure you were," he said as he watched her walk to the bathroom. A second later she threw the bra out toward him, which landed on his lap. "Well, your bra is a start," he snickered.
She walked back into the room dressed with one arm behind her, slipped on a pair of turquoise sandals and stood right in front of him. "These, Eric," she said, putting the lace panties over his head, "will be the finish ." Then she raced out of the room before he could say anything.
He smirked like the devil and shook his head. "You can give it as well as you take it, Ms. KrisLyn," he said to an empty room.
"Pam! Is Matt here yet?" Kris screamed as she bounded down the stairs and stepped into the reception room.
"Well, yes, he is," she answered.
Kris smiled brightly when she saw him standing by the fire holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi," she said as she approached him, took the flowers and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you. They're beautiful. You look nice." Nice was an understatement; for a moment she felt a little underdressed. As far as she knew it was still raining outside and they weren't going anywhere.
"So do you. Pam told me you haven't eaten yet."
"No, I've been running around like a chicken with my head chopped off since I got up." She waited for Pam to tell her someone was waiting in the kitchen, but she didn't. "Pam?" she asked, but she had slipped out of the room without her realizing it.
"Oh, um, I offered to." He looked around a little uncomfortable.
"Feed from you? You don't care?" She'd changed her mind from arguing with him because she did like the way he tasted, as well as how he made her feel when she fed from him the first time.
"Of course not."
"Well, okay. I guess the kitchen would be best." He followed her into the kitchen making small talk before sitting at the table. "I think it's going to take me awhile to get used to this."
A few minutes later she wiped his neck and her mouth with a wet washcloth then put it in the sink. "No. I will never get used to the mess."
"No worries. How are you feeling?" he asked as she sat back down.
"Okay. Tired, but I think it's normal for us newbies after we change."
"It is, but it doesn't last long. Kris, I'm really sorry about what happened last night."
"That wasn't your fault. But what was she? I heard your conversation."
"A Nixie is German for water spirit. Their souls remain in the lakes where they drowned and use their song to attract males to mate with her. The music alone makes him fall in love with her, and he remains with her at the lake's side, or close to it, until he dies; then she just gets another mate. Most are benevolent; they are simply looking for love. But the nasty ones will kill the men from their song alone just for sport."
"What kills them or sends them away?"
"Did you see the comb she held when she tossed you off? They already have that power, but the comb is the one thing that keeps her wet if she ever ventures too far from shore. She will only die if she becomes completely dry."
"Oh. Do you think they really will come back for …" She couldn't say it.
"I hope to God not."
"What happened to Marley and the others?"
"Marley, got expelled; it wasn't her first offense. Bryan got suspension for a month, and the others just got probation."
"What?! I didn't mean to–"
"No, you didn't. She asked for it; it was only a matter of time before she got caught. So, have you decided about the school?"
"No, not really." She didn't elaborate because there was something about the change in his voice that made her keep it short. A flash of lightning brightened the kitchen. "Hmm, guess the rain leaves a walk out. Wanna play some pool?"
A few hours later, Kris was really enjoying her time with Matt, and he was too, but he couldn't stop yawning being it was almost midnight. As they stood at the door arm in arm saying their goodbyes, she didn't want him to leave. Apparently he didn't want to leave, either, considering their hot, tongue-circling kiss had gotten them both hot.
Breathlessly, she said, "Give me two minutes. I have to straighten up a little."
"Straighten up wh … oh." He grinned shyly. "Can you make it thirty seconds?"
Giving him a quick kiss, she replied, "I'll do my best."
After saying their real and final good nights a few hours later, Kris floated into Pam's bedroom and threw herself at Pam, resting her head in her lap. Pam glared down from her magazine on her niece. "So? How'd it go?" She was just egging her on because she already knew they had sex.
Kris simply smiled up at her. "It will well."
"How well?"
"Twice well. He is so sweet, Pam. He wants to be an archeologist."
"I don't give a shit about his life's dream. Did you give him your blood?"
"What? No. I mean, he asked, but–"
"That was wise. What are you going to do about Eric?"
"Yes," came a voice from the doorway, where Eric was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, his legs crossed. "What are you going to do with me?"
Kris turned her head toward him and replied, "Whatever you'll let me do to you, Eric."
His left eyebrow rose as Pam exclaimed, "KrisLyn!" Then she burst out in a wicked laugh.
"You are an evil, wicked little baby vamp, aren't you?" He then smiled the smallest half-grin.
"Yep, that's what Matt said."
That comment made Eric disappear in the blink of an eye. The more she played head games with Eric, the more she loved it. Yes, they both knew they'd be together, and they both knew where. The question remained: When?