Disclaimer: This is Stephanie Meyer's world. I am just adding my thoughts to it.
I want to thank everyone for reading and reviewing the previous chapter. This week was my first week at the hospital, and I am already exhausted… waking up at 5am certainly takes a toll on your body and mind. So I hope that you guys will forgive me for the short chapter. Next week, I will make sure to have a longer chapter for you guys.
This chapter is in Ethan's point of view!
With this said, here is chapter seven. Let's begin!
Chapter 7 – First date, indeed.
I am driving down the highway and make my way to Rashel's house, I have a feeling that she wants to change before our date. I can't believe we finally get to have a date, like normal humans. Not that we are normal.
"That's my house?" Rashel asks me, and as she looks sideways… she can see me nod.
"I suppose you'd want to change?" I ask her and she smiles and leans over to kiss my cheek. She is out of the car before I can say a word and she runs up the driveway. I chuckle and park my car in front of the massive house.
As I get out of the car, I hear sounds coming closer. I am aware of my surroundings, and lean casually against the hood of my car.
"Ethan, I assume?" A loud booming voice asks me, and as I turn around I see a guy stalking towards me. He looks like Rashel's brother… this must be her father.
"That's correct, mr. Black." I tell him, as I straighten my back and look him in the eyes.
"And you are the boy, that my daughter imprinted on?" He asks me, as if he doesn't know. I nod and feel a shiver run over my back. What if he doesn't let me near his little girl anymore?
He then holds out his hand and I slowly reach for it. We shake hands and when I look back up to meet his eyes, he is smiling brightly at me.
"Make my baby happy, Ethan. I wouldn't want to send my in-laws after you." He says as a joke, but I still shudder at the thought.
"I won't hurt her, mr. Black." I tell him as he releases my hand.
"Please, call me Jacob." He tells me as he smiles. But I still have a feeling that he wouldn't think about it, to kill me if I hurt his daughter.
"Alright, Jacob." I say with a smile. He looks me up and down, and I become self conscious. It is not that I look like a homeless person, with my Armani jeans and the simple white shirt.
"Alice would want to change you into something else, but she is a vampire and doesn't know if she can control herself." A female voice calls from the porch, when I look up I see that girl that always hangs around one of Rashel's brothers. What's her name? Oh yeah, Leah.
Jacob turns to her and growls softly, she quickly retreats back into the house. As Jacob turns to me, he smiles apologetically. "You can change in the garage, I will go get what she picked out for you." He tells me, as he shows me the way to the garage.
As soon as I enter the garage, and smell the familiar scent of leather and oil… I sigh. And realize that I was getting nervous. I blink a few times as I see all the fine cars in the garage. My jaw drops, and I hear Jacob chuckle next to me.
"Have a look around, I will go get the clothes." He tells me, and disappears up the stairs. I walk around the garage and touch the paint on all the cars. But the car that is most attractive to me, is the black Aston Martin. I take a closer look and gasp, Jacob walks inside and I turn to him.
"A Vanquish?" I ask in a whisper and he nods, with a big grin.
"Those are nowhere to be found anymore…" I tell him as my eyes sweep back to the beautiful car.
"It was a gift from Rashel's grandfather, vampires have all the money in the world to find what they want." I nod and wish I could take a spin in this car.
"We will see how you treat my daughter, then we can see if I will let you drive my car." He tells me and I smile widely.
"That would be amazing!" I tell him, when he hands me a pile of clothes.
"Don't smell the clothes, they are sickly sweet." He tells me as he crumples his nose. I chuckle and take the clothes from him. I walk to a table and lay the clothes on top of it.
Jacob makes his way back up the stairs and leaves me alone, I undress quickly and pull on the jeans that Alice must have picked out. I have to admit, this vampire has taste. There is a gray button-up shirt with a black leather jacket and black leather shoes. I look in the mirror that hangs on the mirror and smile at my reflection.
I make my way outside, with the leather jacket over my arms and my own clothes in my other hand. I open the trunk and throw the clothes in the back, as I lay the jacket on the backseat. I lean against the hood and wait for Rashel to come out.
After a ten more minutes, I hear heels click the marble floor in the house. I smile in anticipation to see Rashel again, I didn't know how much I missed her till she was almost back again.
I also smell something sweet, and I assume it is Alice. And sure enough, there is a short girl standing on the porch. Her skin is pale and it is contrasting with her black hair which is pointing into all directions. She smiles at me, but I notice she isn't breathing. I wave at her, before she disappears.
Rashel steps outside on the porch, and my jaw almost drops. I already knew she looks beautiful, but each time she amazes me. She is wearing skinny, white jeans with a red, ruffled camisole. On her feet, she is wearing red, satin pumps. She is holding a black cardigan and when I look into her eyes, my smile widens even more than I realized was possible.
Her black, wavy hair is resting against her back and her make-up makes her eyes look even bigger than they already are. She walks down the porch like she isn't even wearing deadly heels. She skips to me and stand so close, that I can almost taste her scent.
"Hi." She whispers quietly. I smile down at her and take the cardigan from her and lay it on my jacket.
I bend my head and kiss her forehead softly. I hear her heart beating faster, and I chuckle at he blush.
"Come on, let's go." I tell her, and I guide her to the passenger seat. I open the door for her and close it behind her as she sits in it. I then wave at Jacob, who is standing on the porch, before quickly joining Rashel in the car and driving down the driveway.
Once we are on the highway, I feel Rashel's hand taking mine in hers. I smile and squeeze the small hand gently. She traces the veins in my hand as my other hand is on the steering wheel.
"Where are we going?" She asks me, and I wonder if I should tell her or keep it a secret. I decide to lift a bit of the secret. Without turning my head, I glance sideways and I see that she is looking at me.
"Seattle." I tell her and I hear her gasp lightly. I hide the smile that I feel creeping up.
"What is in Seattle?" She asks me, trying to fish for more. I shake my head and smile at her.
"Not a chance, Rash!" I tell her firmly, but with a smile.
She let's go of my hand, and tries to turn in her seat. She looks out the window. I frown at her back and reach for her hand. I take her tiny hand in my big strong one, and pull her to face me. She is looking sad.
I pull her to me, and wrap my free arm around her shoulders as I keep driving. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I ask her, concerned that I said something.
She shakes her head, while trying to snuggle closer to me. "Nothing, just wish you told me."
I kiss the top of her head. "Just twenty more minutes, and we will be there. Are you hungry?" I ask her, hoping that it isn't a waste of time to take her to the best Italian restaurant in Seattle.
I feel her nod against my body, and I sigh in relieve. I step on the gas, and the rest of the ride is in silence… but it was a comfortable silence.
When we reach downtown Seattle, I look for a parking spot and I park my black Camaro. I turn to her as she reaches for the door, I glare at her and she quickly takes her hand from the door with a smile.
I reach back for my jacket and her cardigan, and then step out of my car. I put on the leather jacket and walk around the car to open the door for Rashel. I hold out my hand and she grabs it, when she is standing in front of me… I put the cardigan around her shoulders. I reach around her to close the door, I lock my car.
I reach for her hand and tow her with me. As we walk towards the restaurant, I see Rashel look around. "How did you find this place?"
I look down at her and smile. "My parents first date was at the restaurant we are going. It's a little Italian restaurant, and the owner is a good friend of my dad."
She smiles and looks into my eyes, her gray eyes are so unique and I always drown into them.
"I love Italian." She tells me, before standing on her toes and kissing my cheek. I remember our first kiss, it was not steamy hot… but I still saw the firework and hear the bells. I stop her and make her face me.
I weave one hand through her wavy and shiny black hair, pulling her towards me, as my other hand braces her back, keeping her body to me. I bend down and gently press my lips against hers. I feel her return the kiss almost immediately. I feel myself being pulled closer and her arms sneak around my waist.
I shyly brush my tongue across her lips, not sure if she would allow it. But my nervousness was not necessary, when I feel her warm tongue meet my own. Our eyes closed, as our tongues fight a battle they both are winning.
Our breathing gets faster, the longer our kiss lasts. I pull away reluctantly, but hold her frame to me. She hides her head under my chin, and I smile as I listen to her harsh breathing. I wrap an arm around her shoulders, and turn her around. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes look a bit glazed over.
I chuckle and pull her with me, as I make my way to the restaurant on the corner of the street. The little restaurant still looks the same as the last time I was here, nearly five years ago. I open the door and let Rashel go first, I swiftly follow.
Paolo is standing near the bar and turns towards me as he hears new customers.
"Ethan! Buonasera…what brings you here?" He asks me with a genuine smile. I shake his hand and greet him the Italian way, we kiss each others cheeks before he notices the girl on my arm.
"Paolo, this is Rashel… it's our first date." I whisper to him, and wink secretly. He has a wide grin plastered on his face as he looks at Rashel.
"Rashel… che onore! Please follow me, I have the best table for you." I smile at him and hold Rashel's hand in mine as she follows Paolo.
When we are finally seated, he hands us two menu's and without asking for our drinks… he disappears behind the bar and within a minute he is back. He is carrying a tray with two long glasses, filled with bubbly champagne.
He puts the glasses in front of us and then turns to me. "Questodeveesserecelebrato.Ethansceglieilmioristoranteperilsuoprimoappuntamento."
I chuckle and thank him. When I turn my gaze on Rashel she is looking at me with her eyebrow raised. "You speak Italian."
It was not a question, but I still nodded. "Yes, I do. He gave us the champagne, because he is celebrating that I chose his restaurant for our first date." I tell her, translating the conversation I had with Paolo.
She smiles and takes the glass of champagne, and hold it up. I touch my glass to hers and we both take a sip of the delicious champagne.
"Wow... this is delicious!" She tells me and I nod in agreement.
"Paolo only serves the best!" I reach over the table and open my hand with my palm facing up. She lays her own hand in mine, and I close my fingers around hers. I gently rub circles with my thumb as I look at the menu.
"I already know what I want, do you mind if I take an appetizer as well?" She asks me, and I shake my head no. I love a girl who isn't afraid to eat.
Paolo then comes back to the table and asks if we are ready to order and I look at Rashel, nodding to her so she knows she can order. She faces Paolo with one of her beautiful smiles and my heart skips a beat.
"I would like the calamari as an appetizer, followed by the orecchiette with spicy Italian sausage in tomato sauce sprinkled by parmesan cheese and to finish I'd like the veal chop stuffed with mozzarella cheese and creamy spinach." She tells him, and my mouth dropped a bit. Paolo looks at me after scribbling her order.
"Isn't that a coincidence? The lady orders what you always order here." He says to me, and I nod silently. He chuckles as he turns away. When I look at Rashel, I see the bright blush creeping up her cheeks.
I gently squeeze her hand and she smiles at me. I lean forward and plant a soft kiss on her hand.
This is going to be a fantastic first date, I think to myself as she blushes yet again... I feel a big smile forming on my lips.
First of all, thank you for reading! So... what did you think? Please click the button down here, and let me know. I decided to do a chapter in Ethan's POV, and I am wondering what you guys thought of it? I would be happy to hear from you.
I want to apologize again for this short chapter, I feel like my AN is already much longer than the chapter. I will make sure to get more inspiration.
Do you guys have any ideas on what could happen next? I would love to hear ideas… I have a few of my own, but I am open to new ones as well.
The first date-outfit can be found on my Flickr-account. You can find it on my profile. Have a good week, and I will be waiting for the reviews.