“I’ll be as truthful as you are. And I’ll know if you’re lying. I can hear your heart beating from here,” Arie said with a grin.
“Fine. How did you know?” I asked, repeating my question.
“Your aura gives you away. It’s nearly translucent and shimmers gold around the edges. Most auras are a myriad of colors, all colors, but never gold. It’s very inviting to supernatural forces. Vampires in particular are very keen at scanning auras. I caught a glimmer of it when I first saw you. You’re like a beacon. My turn,” Arie said, wearing another toothy grin. “How long have you seen things?”
I sighed and shifted on my tatami mat, fidgeting with the edge of my sweater. But I stopped when Arie narrowed his eyes.
“For as long as I can remember. Now it’s my turn. Why do you really come to the Coffee Grind? And don’t tell me it’s for the fabulous coffee or the stunning atmosphere. You said before that I remind you of someone. Who do I remind you of, Arie?”
That same pained expression crossed his chiseled features. “You remind me of someone I used to care for a great deal. Actually, I was in love with her once. But that was a long time ago.” He paused. “How long have you lived in Chicago?”
I didn’t like that I reminded him of his ex.
“I’ve lived here my whole life. Not by choice; I don’t have any other option. I’d love to travel. But I’ve never really been anywhere else.” I gestured at his plate with my fork. “I can see that you eat food. It just seems strange, given what you are. Do you actually enjoy it or need it?”
“If you want to waste your question on something trivial, I enjoy it as much as you do. Since we have heightened senses, food is nothing less than…extraordinary.” He looked at me seductively, like he’d rather sample me instead. And at that moment I really wanted him to. “We’re more human than you think. If you want to travel, what’s stopping you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No.”
“Clearly, you weren’t paying attention when you were at my apartment,” I said in a voice dripping with sarcasm from his ridiculous one-word response.
“If you want something, nothing should stop you from going after it, and I see nothing holding you back.”
“Except money.”
Our server approached the table, bringing a sashimi course that she said consisted of madai, salmon belly, and ahi tuna. Served with ginger miso sauce and shallots, it smelled delicious. She brought warm Nanbu Bijin Southern Beauty Junmai Gingo sake. I loved sashimi and sushi but barely noticed, feeling suddenly inadequate and underdressed.
Arie didn’t flinch at my perfunctory response. “Holly, things like money don’t matter. Not when you’ve been around for a century or more. You realize how many things are inconsequential.”
I sighed.
It would be hopeless trying to explain it to Arie. Someone who drove a Venom and could afford a restaurant like this wouldn’t understand my life. I sipped my sake, struggling not to show my annoyance. Arie dug into the sashimi ravenously. The server frowned at me and removed the untouched sashimi from the table. In its place she presented a blue crab en gelee made from fennel cream and basil with Ca’ del Solo Muscat from Bonny Doon Vineyard, which made my mouth water.
I ate the most expensive meal I’d ever had in my life in contemplative silence. My head swam from the champagne, sake, and wine. I rarely drank, but couldn’t bring myself to refuse when thoughts of my birth mother and my past preoccupied me. All this talk about money had my thoughts wandering in a direction I didn’t like to travel.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Arie said. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing…”
Arie arched an eyebrow. “It doesn’t seem like nothing. You’re staring at your plate.”
On top of that, dinner with Arie made me a little nervous. Beyond the species difference, obviously other barriers that shouldn’t matter really did. Judging from my surroundings and his car, he had money. It seemed like we came from two different worlds. I wanted him so bad, but it conflicted with another part of me that couldn’t help but wonder how we could be together with all of these differences. And how old was Arie anyway?
If I wasn’t drunk already, I was getting there.
“We’re just…different,” I said. “We’re from two different worlds.”
Arie seemed to be studying me, almost as if he were warring with himself.
I flushed.
“Holly, maybe it’s better if I kept my distance from you,” he said, breaking the silence. His expression looked pained. “It’s not what I want, but maybe that would be better for you.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean… If I’m being honest with you right now, common sense tells me that none of this makes any sense but I can’t help it if I want to get to know you anyway.”
“Holly, I know that I’ve pursued you, but you have to understand that I haven’t revealed myself to a human in a very long time. To tell you the truth, I’m not even sure why I did. I just wanted…”
I heard longing in his voice—like he needed me in a way that felt both physical and emotional.
“I can leave you alone.” He ran a hand through his hair. “God, I don’t know if I can but if you tell me to stay away, I will.”
I thought back to his lips against my ear as he whispered. He wanted me, but it seemed like something held him back. Perhaps because he was a vampire, but I thought it was something more than that. My heart almost broke when I heard the ache in his voice.
“I don’t want to be left alone. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. But how do I know you won’t hurt me?”
“I’m sorry, I should have told you. We must not kill humans except under the most extreme circumstances, which would make it otherwise unavoidable. It puts us at risk of being revealed. You can be assured I will not harm you.”
The way he said it was very matter of fact, like he was reciting some rule. As I considered this, the server presented Hawaiian hearts of palm with white miso, which were topped with a single mint leaf along with toasted sesame. A glass of Nigel wine made from Gruner Veltiner, the signature white grape of Austria, paired nicely. Or so the server who kept explaining the food and our drinks prattled off as she placed two glasses by our dishes. We barely noticed. We regarded each other as if each of us was trying to figure the other one out.
“You can’t kill me. What is that, like a law or something?” I asked.
“The Legacy passed our laws in 1614 after some notorious atrocities. We are of a species nearly human. Human life was not always honored, but after the crimes of one of our own, suspicions arose, and it became clear that limits needed to be placed.”
I swallowed my fear, speculating about what might have caused them to consider limits. “What is the Legacy? Do all vampires obey these laws? What if they don’t? Who upholds them?” I asked in a challenging tone. I only hoped it covered up how nervous I felt, but I doubted my rapid-fire questions concealed my uncertainty, no matter how demanding I made my voice.
“The Legacy is the ruling body that controls vampire decrees, and the Council of Sanguis brings those who do not before its Courts to face judgment. Do all humans obey human laws?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you understand the implications of your involvement with our kind?”
The searing heat in his voice brought about desire in me, despite my uncertainty, despite his uncertainty, and everything I’d ever known to be true. The way he looked at me and his seductive voice made me want to skip dinner and go straight to dessert. I knew it would only get me into trouble, but at that moment I didn’t care. Maybe it was the wine that made me suddenly feel brave. Maybe it was because he was the first man who interested me in a long time. But he’s not a man. Does it matter? He looked at me like I was everything he wanted.
I gulped. “You’re the one who initiated this. You walked into my life. And without very much hesitation, you shared who and what you are. So what
if I don’t want to let you walk away now that you have?” I asked, grabbing his hand across the table. “I don’t know your past or why sometimes it feels like you’re holding back, but I do know that it has nothing to do with me.”
He looked vulnerable. I’d hit a nerve. “Holly, it’s hard to keep that in mind when you remind me of someone from my past.”
“The woman you loved?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know what to say, but as I held his hand a barrage of images passed through my wine-hazed mind: A gray building with the letters HFC scrawled in graffiti that looked almost like a work of art. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen walked into the building. She wore spike heels and lots of leather. The woman walked into a room unlike any I’d ever seen before. In the room I saw the redhead from my vision, and Arie lounged beside her.
The woman wearing leather and Arie sandwiched the redhead between them—the beautiful woman elongated her fangs, biting into her inner thigh, while Arie fisted his hand in her curls, pulling them to allow him access to her neck. Suddenly, the leather-clad woman released her thigh and shoved the redhead’s skirt even higher. Her hand moved up the woman’s thigh. She fingered her while her thumb moved in circles over her clit. The redhead let out a low moan, spreading her legs even wider. Then the woman in leather plunged her finger into the redhead’s pussy. Arie pinched her nipple while still drinking from her neck. He guided her hand up to his cock and she squeezed his shaft through the taut fabric of his pants. When he released her neck, a look of pleasure curved his mouth.
The images dissipated. My breathing became hot and jagged. Astonished and turned on, I hastily pulled my hand away from Arie’s. I envied the redhead from my vision. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to feel Arie pinch my nipples and make me moan.
“What did you see?” he asked in an irritatingly seductive voice that taunted me.
“Nothing.” I looked down, toying with my gray sweater again.
“You’re lying. Tell me.”
I downed the glass of Nigel uncharacteristically in several long gulps, setting the empty glass aside. I hated lying. I had to lie every day to hide my clairvoyance from everyone.
“You and a dark-haired woman and a redhead were…” I coughed.
Arie grinned. “We were what?”
I felt my pussy clench.
“Oh, god.”
Arie laughed. “That bad?”
I looked away. The server returned with a selection of sashimi in a dashi broth for shabu-shabu, a traditional Japanese offering. With it were two glasses of Riesling. I grimaced at the thought of more wine.
I didn’t think I could drink any more without getting drunk. At this point, do you really care? I wanted him to fuck me senseless after the vision I’d just had.
“What is HFC?” I asked instead.
He grinned. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Does it matter? It’s not like you’re going to tell me, right?”
“Aren’t you afraid of what I might do and what I could do to you right now if I wanted to? What I could make you do?”
He reached across the table and ran his fingers up my arm. I felt overheated. My intake of breath was almost audible. I ignored the seductive note in his voice and pretended that he meant something else entirely.
I stifled a laugh. “You can’t hurt me. You won’t. And you have no idea what I want you to do to me.”
I covered a hand over my mouth.
Did I just say that? Shit. No more wine.
I dropped my hand to the table and let out a sigh. “Never mind. I’m a little drunk.” I paused. “Is that all you drink—human blood—or is there another way?”
An amused smile curved his mouth. “Holly, it’s kind of like a virus, in a way. It seems that it only spreads through sharing blood when someone is very near to death. We need human blood, just like humans sometimes need a blood transfusion. If you were taken to a hospital, they would hardly consider giving you animal blood, would they? The life essence is not the same,” Arie explained.
“If it’s kind of like a virus then maybe there’s a cure,” I said, musing aloud.
Our main entree of surf and turf came in the form of wagyu beef and Maine lobster—a potato fondant came with it. I rolled my eyes as yet another wine was paired with the dish. I had lost count of how many glasses had been brought to our table.
“Mmm…so good,” I said in a muffled voice around a delicious bite.
The black truffle emulsion the wagyu beef came served in made the meat mouth-wateringly tender.
“There is no cure. None that we’ve found, except for a supernatural bloodline that’s very rare. It’s neither vampire nor human blood, and it can reverse vampirism.”
“A rare bloodline? And what is HFC exactly?” I asked again.
Maybe I’d read one too many erotic romance novels and it would finally get me into trouble. Part of me wanted to find out what it felt like to be the girl trapped between them, while another part of me wished I could pull off wearing leather. I’d probably injure myself or someone else in those stilettos.
“It’s a club for the supernatural. Perhaps I’ll take you to HFC and you can see for yourself,” Arie said with a faint smile.
Suddenly, he reached across the yellow cedar table, cupping my chin in his palm. I felt him try to dazzle me and I resisted with all the effort I could manage. “Holly, my world is more dangerous than you could possibly imagine. Ask me to stay away? I don’t know if I can, but ask me anyway,” he said in voice that practically begged. Yet he looked like what he really wanted to do was tear my clothes off.
I dropped my fork and it clanked into my plate. I thought my heart might just stop beating right then and there. It was impossible to deny the hypnotic pull whenever he got too close. I had an overwhelming urge to lean forward and kiss him. The idea was not without consequences. This whole dinner was a convoluted mess, and if I ever told Trina, or anyone for that matter, they’d never believe me anyway.
“Look, I don’t know if I should laugh, but sometimes I think all of this is a ridiculous delusion from my own overactive imagination.”
I had to say something to avoid either me kissing him or him kissing me. I wanted him to, but not after he’d just tried to dazzle me. And if not for the wine I’d feel more than a little embarrassed that I’d mentioned wanting him to do things to me.
“Didn’t anyone ever warn you that the things you imagine can become quite real?” he asked with a smile, perhaps to lighten the mood or break the tension.
I wasn’t sure which.
“You know they throw people in the loony bin for saying things like that.”
Arie laughed. “Then you and I might just be in the company of people who really know how to use their imagination.”
I smiled. “Thank you for dinner. I’ve never had anything quite like it.”
“I’m glad that you like it. I’ll make sure your Beetle is taken care of before you have to go to work tomorrow. You do have to go to work?”
“Yes, but that’s really not necessary. I can call Trina and have her pick me up. I’m sure she won’t mind. Or I could always take the bus.”
-She won’t mind, but I will.- He touched my mind with telepathic communication.
“What is that? What did you just do?”
Arie flashed a brilliant lopsided grin. “Telepathy is a clever little trick of mine. Fun, isn’t it?”
“No, not fun. Can you read my mind?” Please tell me he can’t.
“If I could read your mind there would be no need for conversation. But it might be fun to know what you were thinking every time you blush.”
“Well, I don’t like your little parlor trick. Don’t do it again. Is there anything else that you can do?”
Arie grinned. I felt drawn into eyes that seemed to be laughing at me. “I can do lots of things.”
I ignored his innuendo. “Like?”
“It’s different for all of us. As I said,
we can scan auras. Some of us can control things, like the weather, or shapeshift. I suppose it all depends on strength and age.”
I thought about the ominous threat and the clouds morphing. But I didn’t want to say anything that might make him worry. Except now I wondered if he knew, and that’s why he showed up when he did. Was he trying to protect me? If so, what was he trying to protect me from?
“I suppose that makes sense. Not everyone is good at the same thing.”
Arie raised an eyebrow.
“Humans. Not all humans are good at the same things,” I said, clarifying perhaps unnecessarily, but the wine was getting to me.
Arie smiled. “So how long have you worked at the Coffee Grind?”
“I’ve been there a little over a year. It’s okay, I guess, and it’s quiet, which is…good for me.”
“Why?”
“It’s not easy. The Sight isn’t predictable. Sometimes it comes in a waking vision and other times it comes as a dream. I can’t control when or what I see. And the less contact I have with other people the better.”
Arie’s eyes hardened infinitesimally.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
He sipped his wine and it seemed like his thoughts took him somewhere else. I didn’t want to intrude and waited for him to continue.
“Holly, the Sight is something that usually runs in families. Didn’t anyone teach you how to control it? It’s rare, but I’ve seen it before. I wouldn’t be able to tell you how to use it, though. You’d be better off asking someone else with your gift.”
“I never knew my parents. My mother had me when she was sixteen and died giving birth to me. My father was eighteen, and went off to college. I guess my grandmother couldn’t take me in, but I don’t really know all the details. I grew up in the foster-care system. No one adopted me when I was a baby since I was premature and had RSV. I had to be on a ventilator in the NICU and parents don’t want babies with health problems. If you’re paying that much money, you want a perfectly healthy baby. And when I got older people were afraid of me until I learned to keep my mouth shut about the visions. Then I got lucky when I met the Ellis family. They adopted me.”
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