Page 6 of Loving A Vampire Is Total Chaos

“Celine.” Grabbing my hands, she pleads, “You are an intelligent, gorgeous, single woman who deserves to have some excitement in her life. Let’s go out, dance, drink, and have a good time! Maybe have a one-night stand?” She shimmies and I sigh seeing her scan the shop for any potential partners for me. “You, not me, of course. I have Spencer.”

The other patrons are mostly elderly people and college students working on papers and projects. I swat at Ava when she catches the eye of a male student and winks at him, motioning toward me with an over emphasized head jerk in my direction. His eyes shift to me when she does, and he smiles softly, causing me to shield my face away from him.

I’m no virgin, but I fear my lady bits are covered in cobwebs at this point, and I have no interest in changing that any time soon.

Work and my dad come first.

It’s not that I don’t like the idea of finding a boyfriend, but you have to put in effort, whether that’s by going out, or hopping on a dating app. And frankly, men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.

Luna walks over with our lattes saving me from more embarrassment. I tilt my head at her in a silent thank you, both for the coffee and the save. Ava glances over with disapproval like she knows what I just wormed my way out of.

“Any exciting cases on the rise ladies?” Luna asks with a twinkle in her eye. She’s close to Ava and I’s age, and has already managed to start her own business. Bean Hive is successful, too. The place often has a line out the door in the early morning hours. It’s inspiring what she’s done with this once dilapidated space.

I mime zipping my lips and Luna pouts, making Ava laugh into her coffee cup.

“Are you following the sex trafficking ring?” she asks it so blatantly I can’t help but look around and make sure no other patrons have overheard.

“What?” I lower my voice. “Sex trafficking ring?” I hadn’t been briefed on one but that wasn’t out of the ordinary. There are too many cases for me to know everything that goes on.

Leaning in, Luna whispers, “Word on the street is that the new night club, Vex, opening up is a front for them to nab women. Absolutely awful if it’s true.”

“Where did you get that information?” I balk at the accusation and Ava looks at me with wide eyes.

“I have my resources. Oh, just one minute, Z!” Luna calls to a waiting customer with red hair and glasses. He smiles in ourdirection, but I ignore it. I have more important things to do than to smile at a cute guy.

Turning to Ava with a smile I say, “You know what? I’m down for going out now.”

Ava’s body heaves with the weight of her sigh. “Why am I not surprised this is what gets you to go out? But hey”—she leans back, hands up— “if it gets you out, I’ll take what I can get.”

CHAPTER 4

ZAVIER

Celine Brennan.

My obsession and she doesn’t even know it yet.

The one I’m killing a man for. Slowly, of course. I do so love it when they suffer.

“Why are you doing this?” The man in question squeaks at me from against the wall in the abandoned alleyway I dragged him into. His stomach is steadily dripping blood from the slices I made in his flesh, the dirty concrete beneath him drinks up the liquid within its cracks.

Can a plant survive being watered with blood? Might have to test that.

Sighing, I steel my patience. “I’m getting deja vu. Why do humans always ask the same questions?” Rolling my knife between my fingers I squat in front of him. "Fight back. Run away. Give me a show. Dosomething.You’re all so fucking boring.”

Humans think they want to live forever, but being immortal can be so fucking tiresome.

“What are you talking about?” A lone tear rolls down his cheek and I sneer before quickly stabbing the source of it, his left eyeball. He screams and lifts his hands up like I’m going for thenext eye, but I don’t. He needs to see for what’s going to happen next.

I grab his hands and hear the rapid pounding of his heartbeat accelerating. A frightened rabbit in my trap, just how I like it.

“Are you a coffee or tea kind of guy?” Seeing the confusion in his good eye I continue, “I can’t stand either. Never could.”

When silence greets me, I squeeze his hands so the bones grind, causing him to yelp and stutter out, “C-Coffee.”

I wonder what he’d think if he knew I was holding back. That I could shatter him without much thought.

“That was my guess!” I use his hands to applaud myself. “Actually, I don’t like to cheat, but I have to be truthful and tell you I already knew the answer.”

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