I apologize, I do proof read but not very well. I mean when you finish a chapter the simple excitement to get it up there outweighs the knowledge that I need to check for typos. So I apologize for my silly little mistakes
Oh my GOD I should seriously be revising, I have a film studies exam tomorrow morning!
Charlaine Harris was in the newspaper today, I was reading it on the bus and almost missed it, flicking back quickly I accidentally elbowed the person sat next to me. Oops…
Season 3 trailer is out and I CANNOT stop watching it. Alcide is brilliant, Eric is better than ever and arghh it just looks amazing. They seem to have stayed somewhat true to the plot in the Bill situation? Anyway, I'll stop chattering.
Eva's eyes fluttered open and for the second night in a row she found herself on a hotel room bed in the Pyramids of Giza hotel. Again it was dimly lit, and again Eva was the only sound of breathing in the room, and again a vampire sat across the room from her.
"Awake are we?"
Jerking upright, Eva saw Vincent Madden sat casually on the opposite end of the bed on a large red arm chair.
"Yeah…" she mumbled, trying to remember how she got there.
"You fainted – in the lobby," he said in answer to her silent question. His charming voice was cool as ever, and he seemed amused at being sat there.
"Right…and I ended up in this room how exactly?"
"Well," he began, "the two enraged men we're engaging in combat over you and your pretty face, when you decided to take a detour to the floor. Of course this broke up the fight immediately and the two men rushed to your aid as a gentleman would. Course, this spurred further fighting and in the end it was I who reminded them that you were out cold and wouldn't be too attentive as too who carried you away."
Eva paused for thought. My life's been plain ridiculous this week, she thought.
"Right, so whose room am I in now?"
"Your own Miss Hunter."
"My own room? Eh?"
"Lucio told you I trust," He replied casually "We wish for you to stay with us full time in regards to your own safety, and yes we'll admit we wouldn't mind keeping an eye on you. Therefore we had to arrange for a room, and several clothes. You can pick up some of your stuff in the morning if you wish, we'd arranged for a day man to accompany you."
Eva gritted her teeth, she was utterly sick of vampires whisking her around and making arrangements for her. She'd only had it for three days as well.
Though, she reasoned, my flats nothing amazing, I can't complain about a few days in a fancy hotel. Appreciate what you're given.
"Thank you," she sighed humbly, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. If that was her own hotel room, she was too be making some arrangements.
She strolled to the door and turned the lights on full, then opened the wardrobe to inspect what she was to be kitted with for the next few days. The most beautiful fabrics hung of the hangers, enough clothes to clothe a person for a month. No less was to be expected from the vampire courts of course.
Victor Madden watched her pad around her bedroom, making no motion to move or leave. He was sat straight in the chair, his arms draped lazily over the arms of the chair. He was perfectly still, staring into space and adorned in a black expression. Eva had noticed vamps do this, zone out when they are not being engaged in conversation or interested in anything, they held the stillness of a corpse and it freaked her out a bit.
She finally padded back into the room and sat on the end of the bed opposite him, after she'd checked out the lavish bathroom.
"Fine, so I'll be firmly under your thumb for the next…"
"The vampire summit is set to last roughly another week," he replied, breaking his frozen state. Eva nodded slowly, and wondered what Victor was waiting to say to her.
"So…I passed out why?" she finally asked, to break the silence.
"Ah, well I'm no doctor but I imagine you've not been meeting your human needs of late." Eva looked confused so he continued. "When one begins to hang with the vampires they seem to forget to eat, drink, sleep, etc. I suggest you spend the day recuperating, maybe order some room service when I leave."
"My eating pattern has been a bit out of whack…" she mumbled. That was probably an understatement. She had got in the previous early morning, eaten some cereal and drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she ate some toast quickly before she left for the hotel. The previous day had been just as appalling.
"Right. Well, don't hesitate to order room service, or use one of the hotel restaurants. It's all expenses paid of course. Can't have our pretty face fainting on us again."
Oh, a girl could get use to this, Eva thought giddily. No, need to remember to keep feet planted firmly on ground, she then reminded herself, and I'm a bit tired of being permanently referred to as a pretty face.
"Well thanks, and I don't mean to be rude but it feels like you have something else to say to me?"
Victor nodded with a smile.
"You are good at reading people, especially my kind it seems. It makes one wonder about you."
"I wonder about myself sometimes. So, go on?"
Victor cleared his throat as he stood up and walked slowly to the door.
"It's nothing important; I just wanted to tell you to go easy on Lucio."
"Oh…" Eva responded blankly, caught off guard. She expected him to drop a bombshell on her, rather than engage her in relationship chit chat.
"He is a young vampire, passionate and defiant. He will tend to lash out without thinking of the consequences."
"Like starting a fight with a thousand year old once Viking warrior vampire? I don't call that passionate, I call its stupid."
"Call it what you will, but in his eyes Eric is a threat," Vincent continued smoothly. He seemed emotionally detached from any conversation, like he was permanently just conveying a message. However, Eva still liked him. Maybe because he wasn't picking fights around her.
"In Eric's eyes Lucio is a threat I think," Eva speculated "My question is, what made me such a valuable prize?"
Vincent was quiet for a moment, and then nodded slowly, a hint of a smile making an appearance.
"We have our theories."
With that he walked out the door.
"…I hate you all." Eva told the door.
She still had a serious lack of answers due Victors silly mysteriousness, but that would have to wait to be addressed at aother time. She was still feeling lightheaded, and was sick of the gown. She pulled it over her head and dumped it on the chair opposite. She let her hair out, and kicked off her heels. The freedom from the posh frock was an absolute relief, and Eva began to crave a big t shirt and pair of pyjama shorts.
The wardrobe contained all kinds of finery, but rooting through the drawer she found some pyjamas – still more formal than your general pyjamas. The silky shirt was a deep blood red – of course – and buttoned up. The bottoms were a shimmery black, and Eva had to balance them on her hip or they'd be half mast – 'damn my long legs'. Ignoring the mad formality of the pyjamas, she pulled them on and sat into the chair Vincent was in before.
Her body ached, and Eva sank into the cushions. She ran her fingers through her hair, how loose and trailing over her shoulders. She longed to remove her makeup but the night was still young and she'd probably be summoned soon for some medial task or another. She basked in the moment of peace, lolling her head back and closing her eyes.
She thought of her life before the vampire summit and her life now. She'd lived an ordinary twenty three years. She'd studied, and socialised and worked. She'd struggle to balance lunch with the girlfriends, drinks out and her electricity bill. She'd had a couple of humdrum relationships, and she'd held her friends as they cried over the end of theirs. Her interactions with the vamps had been more exactly than her whole past love life, she admitted to herself. Eva had never cried at the end of a relationship. She didn't know why, she'd liked the guys of course. When a relationship came to a close she'd potter about for a bit all moody, eat some junk food and move on in life. Her friends had always said they envied the way she could detach herself from things but in truth she often wondered that she was just a freak. She lacked some of the very human emotions women around her had. Then she reasoned, not every girl on the planet was a big crier, but she had felt worse watching sad films than watching her relationship fall apart.
She thought of Mr Northman. Eric, with his broad shoulders and shapely jaw line, and intense eyes that made you feel vulnerable. Yet even this is a sexy quality in his all round sexy demeanour, Eva mused. She remembered the feel of his cool marble like skin as he touched her arm.
Her quiet thinking moment didn't last long though, and after a few moments there was a knock on the hotel door. Eva mentally groaned and lazily stretched out on the chair some more. Maybe if I ignore them they'll go away, and I can later tell whoever it was I was out, she wondered.
"I can hear you breathing," chanted the low voice that had just been playing on her mind.
Jumping up a little too enthusiastically, Eva ran to the door. She forgot she was in pyjamas, and had scruffy hair and bare feet. Her fingers fumbled with the latch and finally the door swung open.
Stood there in his tall glory, Eric leaned against the door frame. His blonde hair was ruffled, and his eyes slightly less intense than normal. Yet there was still a definable suspense created by them. His pale strong arms were casually by his side and Eva examined his milky pale skin from his fingertips, to his neck, to his cheeks, and then her gaze met his eyes. To her they seemed alight as they gazed back to her. She took a deep breath and stepped back.
A gentle smile appeared slightly on his lips.
"Look who has their own room?"