Oops, a lovely reviewer pointed out I've put Vincent instead of victor at some points. Sorry about that, I shall watch out in the future. I did promise I'll pack a lot in the week before I went away, so heres a short chapter before I run to college as I am now INCREDABLEY late…

It was half four in the morning, and the sun would be rising soon. Lucio was slumped further in the chair, and started to slur his sentences together.

Eva giggled, and brushed the hair from his face. She was also becoming deliriously tired.

He'd been telling her about his brother from his human life, when he started to zone out. Their voices had become slightly more mumble, and they were flopped in the chair. Eva amusingly thought they must seem like children, mumbling on and yawning.

Eventually, Lucio decided he had to leave.

"I'll let you get some actually sleep," he said with a small smile.

"That would be nice, but I'm not sure how easy I can sleep while I'm lacking a door."

"Oh…" Lucio muttered, examining the door hanging off its hinges. "Good point…Hotel staff can fix it properly in the morning, for now…"

Eva never saw exactly what he did, but glancing at the hinges after he left she suspected he more or less forced the screws back in, on the hinges and on the lock. The door was splintered, tediously held together and had a hole where Lucio had knocked a little too forcefully, but it was functional for now.

"Thanks…" Eva giggled, swinging it back and forward and marvelling at the superhuman strength used to force screws in.

"You're welcome," Lucio purred, leaning in close to her face. He gazed straight into her eyes and sported a pleadings smile.

"Don't push your luck tonight," Eva teased.

"Cruel!" he retorted.

"Dignified," she laughed, ushering him gently out the door. "I'm not jumping from one man's lips to another within one night."

"Don't remind me of that…"

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Then Eva found herself looking at an empty hall. With a girlish smile, she shut the door as best she could and crawled into the big luxurious hotel bed.

Her sleep was long and deep and uninterrupted by dreams. When Eva woke up and rolled over groggily, the clock informed her it was three in the afternoon.

All that lovely sleep I've caught up on, she thought blissfully. She took her free afternoon to pamper her human self. She took a long bath, she ordered half the menu of room service, and she tried on all her new clothes. She felt thoroughly refreshed and by the time it was six o'clock, she was looking forward to seeing Lucio again, even looking forward to socialising with the vampires. Atleast she somewhat knew where her loyalties lay now.

She was wearing a loose cut violent dress that rippled from her shoulders to her knees. It wasn't low cut, and wasn't restraining yet still beautiful. She teamed it with some white heels, and let her freshly washed chestnut hair flow over her shoulders and round her face, the glossy locks framing her face. She didn't wear as much make up as normal and minimal jewellery, but when she looked in the mirror she was feeling more confident than normal.

She'd come to terms with a few things over her couple of Eva-time hours. Firstly she'd realised she was well and truly entangled with the vampires now, they we're part of her life and her part of theirs. Secondly she admitted she wasn't as scared and angry as she expected to be, she was easing in with them, finding out who she felt was more trustworthy, who had motives. She also admitted she even enjoyed it all at times, her morbid curiosity permitting her to enjoy the thrill and excitement. Except the beginning of last night, that was more emotional turmoil than anything.

However, she'd had an attitude change since last night. She'd come to realise she could either cry and wail and try to ignore what was going on around her, or she could embrace it and laugh in the face of adversity. If she was going to die or…worse, she would be strong as long as she could. She felt a womanly empowerment most woman felt watching Bridget Jones with a tub of ice cream and singing along to Chaka Kahn…

"'I'm every woman' is quite right," she giggled, tucking her room keys in her underwear for lack of a bag.

Sauntering down the hallway with a girlish grin on her face, she had decided to meet Lucio and whoever else she'd encounter tonight downstairs – no collecting for Eva tonight.

It wasn't quite nightfall yet, but the older of the vamps would have already risen. The young ones, such as Lucio and Natalie would get up in the next hour or so, after the sun had fully set. When Lucio came to find her she'd already be chatting, she'd be confident and breezy rather than being ushered into the circle of vampires while feeling unsettled and nervous.

Am I trying to simply impress Lucio? No, you're giving yourself a complex Eva, she thought. With that she pushed the notion out of mind and entered the lift.

The elevator music was formal and boring as ever, and going down, Eva leaned against the glassed wall and hummed a different tune to herself.

Then from somewhere in the hotel there was an almighty roar, the elevator stopped, and everything went black.