Date Night ~ Completed ~

[Veronica Call]

Veronica was drinking like she was regretting going on a date but rather wine and alcohol in general brought her comfort. It keeps her mind at bay and her body numb. Veronica eased up on drinking wine and switched to water. She saw him blush followed by a ridiculous silly grin that would have made other girls swoon. Veronica was so close slapping that grin away from his face. It was making her gag in her mind. It took forever for Veronica to realize what was happening. She was a game that he wanted to win. She had no idea why. He kept telling her that she’s not like other girls with blond hair, she has brains amongst other things. He doesn’t know her aside from how she looks like and how she says things without thinking. For some guys it’s a huge turn off but that doesn’t seem to be the case with Rafael.

Veronica almost caved in whatever Rafael might have been playing. If he wants to play, let’s play. She leaned closer to Rafael and whispered, “Once this is over, how about you and I go somewhere more quiet, dark and with candles?” Veronica winked at Rafael and smirked as she grabbed his tatted hand and lightly made circular motions on back of this hand. This whole dating world made no sense and any guys she gets close to end up leaving. In a way, she is trying to sabotage this date and what could have or would be of Rafael and Veronica. She lives in this fear that she may not find happiness in a man anymore. Axel was a man she had imprinted but he left and seeing Natasha and Catcher or Catcher and Candi, she dies a little each time.

”Love is not an adventure, it’s a weakness that destroys you. Darling, if only you knew who-“ Veronica stopped herself when flashes appeared one by one behind her. She let go of Rafael’s hand and look behind. Tuxedo man wasn’t alone anymore, there was Leah lookalike but much better looking, and another man who she couldn’t see clearly. Rafael talking about his tattoo caught her attention, she turned around to see his eyes lit up as he talked about his family and his blazer was gone and tight black t-shirt hugged body like a glove. That’s one thing she has always been envious about others, growing up with family and siblings. She tucked her small hair behind her ear and nodded. ”I got mine when I was drunk, pizza and moon with lotus. Nothing fancy like yours. I like the tribal shark on your left forearm,” Veronica touched the outline of the tribal tattoo and wondered how much pain he would have been. She remembered when she got hers, she wanted to cry and bite the artist. Later she realized it none other than Catcher’s friend so she had to behave.

Jess came to ask how they were doing and if they needed anything. ”I’m okay for right now,” she looked at her date to see if he needed anything. She got this weird craving for gelato or donuts. She became addicted to sugary stuff when she shouldn’t have. As Jess left, Veronica leaned in, staring right into his green eyes. She never noticed the color of his eyes; they change colors from green, to blue or grey depending on mood, weather and surrounding. ”This is going to sound crazy but, let’s ditch this place and go on a walk to find some gelato?” Her eyes got big as she thought about gelato. She was done with her food and gelato took over her mind and body.

[Cloud Crestfall]

Cloud had dashed straight into the restroom at Bella Italia. He didn’t even look at Claude or Rafael and Veronica, he just wanted to get in and out then he would be ready to party. It was an empty toilet and he was relieved but marveled at how clean and quiet it was; even the radio in there made it feel like an elevator. Coming out of the door, he glanced between people, poking his head around the corner to check if the couple were looking, having seen how crazy he looked in a place like this in the mirror. He shifted around some waiters and the bar to go to Claude; his black tuxedo the only one in the entire restaurant. The waiters were dressed in white and he contrasted so brightly with Seth and Catcher who had sandwiched the vampire. One was trying to watch and eat while the other was attempting to blend in with the food or merge into Claude. It looked like they were in a comedy, the drag queen a sunny disposition against the emo prince.

He watched them as he walked; ducking as much as possible, acting as though he was blocking everyone’s view at the cinema. His height working against him, he slid into a chair and slouched over the table peering upwards at his friends and then the dating pair.
”What’d I miss?” Asking, his fingers crept over to the plate of pasta that Claude had pushed over in front of Catcher and he picked up a fork to stab some noodles, carrying it into his mouth without looking at what he was really eating.

When it entered his mouth, he chewed and then made a face that there was some odd texture like a string and he pulled it out slowly with his hand, almost gagging that it was a strand of brown hair. He looked back at Claude and Catcher then to Claude’s own disgusting plate of pasta, holding up the hair and inspecting it against Catcher’s head while he tried to slap his hands away, just staring at Veronica. For a moment he had wondered if they were served something this way but it couldn’t have been possible for the standard of this place. This was what wolf hair tasted like?! What happened if he ate it and ingested that DNA? He considered proposing this genetic mutation to Claude but decided against it since he had already been way too excited about Claude creating mutant baby versions of him and his best friend. Back then he had been so high he kept generating morphed images of everyone’s children and now he couldn’t forget all the made up faces. All the baby faces giving him nightmares.

”I wanna drink something…” As soon as he said that his eyes landed on Claude’s murky glass of liquid and almost grabbed it before seeing a fleck of something like green parsley floating around, which made his stomach turn. Now he really did want something he ordered, or anything basic; like the bread he grabbed out of the basket and stuffed into his mouth, discovering the butter afterwards and cutting a piece to just pop in like a cube of sugar to mesh with what was already being eaten.
Shortly after he had spoken, the waiter came to the table and placed two glasses in front of him and Catcher; he didn’t recognize either item but grabbed the darker coloured one and drank in a gulp that flushed his mouthful down. It was a burst of flavours and he choked, snorting and coughing while snatching the serviette to cover his entire face so he would make less sound and hide from the people next to them. The after taste was bitter and it tasted like how he thought he would smell, half delicious and half animal. ”What is this… why is everything I put in my mouth not what I thought it’d be?”

Asking as he felt the burn in his windpipe, his eyes were big and wide at Catcher and Claude, taking a glass of water from the side and crushing some ice as he drank to clear his palette. ”I’m eating this.” It was tiramisu, the freshly made dessert that had landed on the edge of the table, farthest from his friends who seemed to contaminate everything. He would work his way in from the outer circle just to be safe. There was nothing better than free gourmet food and he made the most of it while the others were preoccupied with something so stupid he just wanted it all to be over when I was done gorging himself.

”Claude, did you get anything good from their date?”
Cloud was curious because of Catcher’s intensifying stare and unbroken concentration; he knew that things must have been going pretty well over at the purple people’s table. Seth was even looking like he enjoyed his seat and was watching a hallmark movie so he wanted to join in on the drama, needing a catch up.

[Seth Rivers]

Seth had been enjoying the food so much he didn't care who saw him dressed up eating copious amounts of Italian food. At this point he was probably unrecognizable anyway. Attacking a second plate of food, Seth began swallowing down some rigatoni noodles with some sort of green sauce. Cloud had joined them at the table and automatically began to eat something and he stopped for a minute, not fully invested he kept enjoying his plate. Thirt started to nag him and he reached out for a glass of water hidden in the middle of the tables.

Gulping some down Seth instantly regretted it. It tasted like what he assumed vampire's bath water would taste. The taste was a mixture of what Seth presumed was hot moldy cheese, mixed with how dead a dead whale smelt rotting on the beach. Jumping up out of the seat quickly he knocked a bunch of plates off the table and they crashed to the floor breaking. He tried to leap over the mess but forgot about how tight the dress was and about the heels. He came crashing down on top of it all. He scrambled to his feet quickly,covering his mouth. A server came to see if he was okay but he pushed him out of the way.

"Move I'm gonna barf." He moved as quickly as he could passed everyone and ran into the men's room. Head over the toilet he brought up everyone he had just been eating.This was one of the worst nights of his life, he had swallowed the essence of the enemy, would his breath always smell like a vampire smoothie? What was worse, he still had to leave the restaurant at some point and now he looked like a stripper after a hard night of partying. He will never be able to live this down. Rinsing his mouth out with water, he almost wanted to clean his tongue with soap at the point it would taste better. He quickly walked back out of the bathroom and headed out the door of the restaurant there was no way he was going to go back in there.

[Catcher Reeves]

His eyes had briefly looked at Claude’s hand attempting to clear his fingers of something over the pasta that he pushed in front of him. The man was doing some spirit finger magic over the food. Studying it, he realised it was his hair and he looked upwards into the fringe edge wondering how all that hair rubbing had caused him to shed, pinching at his head in confused surprise.

Frowning he had returned his focus to Rafael and Veronica, in time to see her move forward and touch the big man’s hand suggestively. She kept holding it and started drawing things with a finger, her eyes just fixated on Rafael, a kind of weird feminine seduction he had never seen her do. He grabbed a slim, hard breadstick and broke it with his teeth as he chewed on the dry, solid piece that may as well have been wood; semi glaring and glancing over to Claude’s notes, wondering if he was going to write down how she was ready to mate with this man.
The crunch in his mouth was giving his agitation some relief and he swallowed the pieces earlier than they should be which was scratching his throat; it was like watching a movie he didn’t choose but he couldn’t take his eyes off of because it was so bad. It was so bad, it was almost good, some kind of dark humour and all they needed was popcorn. If they had that, he might choke and willingly suffocate to death since he wouldn't want Claude doing a Heimlich on him and didn't want to see Veronica and Rafael anymore.

Catcher didn’t move when Cloud returned to join them and asked what was going on. He had no idea what was going on, he couldn’t believe what Veronica was doing and kept thinking the merman was about to bail with her. Whatever she was insinuating, it was atrocious; he was definitely biased and opinionated at this point, no bars withholding his thoughts. The plate before him slipped away and he heard the clang of metal to ceramic when Cloud forked the pasta into his mouth along with his hair. His passing gaze became a stupefied stare while his friend ate then fished out the strand from his tongue, making him slightly ill; it was unappetizing and that only got worse when he watched Cloud reach for a contaminated cup of stuff that belonged to Claude. An instant ago, he had briefly heard the remark about the liquor and he acknowledged the reaction as what he hoped it would be but didn't have time to care as much as intended.
He hadn’t stopped his friend as he went for the items but he was relieved Cloud opted for his own glass of water instead of whatever that concoction was. That didn’t last very long as Seth proceeded to take the murky drink that Cloud had passed on, to swallow it. Catcher opened his mouth to speak and almost smacked it out of his hand but ended up just closing his own in a fist and tapping the table seeing the nastiness go down Seth’s throat.

He dropped the remainder of the bark like breadstick onto his folded serviette which was still flat on the table and drank nearly half of his gin before covering his mouth trying not to gag as Seth flew out of the seat, spilling plates and fleeing into the men’s room. It was just a tumultuous disruption in the restaurant but nothing that couldn’t be ignored; only he felt like it was total pandemonium because of what they were here for. It was time to call it all off but that was really up to Claude. It was too late to do anything about the commotion and he was more concerned that Seth seemed more fucked up by the drink than he had been no matter what life threw him so he stopped bothering with the charade and got up. The crowding of servers trying to make sure Seth was unhurt and that things were back in order both attracted everyone’s prying eyes and distracted others who had no view to their table; people just wanted to watch something and he knew that if he moved right then it didn’t matter, nobody would notice him as they gasped over the food and broken china.

Rounding the wait staff picking up shards and cleaning, he hopped over the mess and just pushed out the door after his best friend, who was in disarray as he coughed and appeared sea sick; he sensed there was no way his partner in crime was going back inside but he wasn’t sure if it was from humiliation or that he was literally dying from what he had ingested in that liquid. Patting him on the back to ease his repulsion and clear the ‘yuck factor’, he stood to the side of Seth and supported him, almost a light hug. ”Don’t think about it.” That stuff that made him sick enough to throw up was probably so revolting if they talked about it they would both stay nauseated for the rest of the evening. Telling him not to was actually reminding Catcher exactly what else might have been in those drinks and food prior to their arrival; it was as though he was advising himself too.

“Just try not to... You’ll be ok, Seth.” Similarly, he was trying not to think that it was contents from Claude innards and chose to believe it was just some potion the vampire had brewed but it was hard to lie. All he could suggest was in sympathy; things they could never live down always happened around Claude, it should just be accepted. He bit his lip, eyes rolling as he suspired silently, relaxing that this was one way to get out of there; a sort of anti-climax where there was relief in leaving before Veronica found out. Having so many worries they created for themselves, he needed a reason to disperse his anxieties and this was it. They all had better excuses to be in there than he did so it was important he didn’t overstay the welcome, things were getting out of control.

[Veronica Call]

It was a romantic restaurant and every restaurant had it’s fair share of noise and commotion however the corner table was creating more commotion than any other table in the restaurant. Veronica listened carefully to the tuxedo man’s table while keeping her eyes on Rafael, smiling slightly. She was trying to block out other noises and pick up on who was talking and what they were talking. Something about anything good from their date and it was so faint that she couldn’t figure out who’s voice it was. Telling herself to fuck drinking water, she called her waiter over and ordered another bottle of wine. This night took a turn for either better or worse. She wasn’t sure which one yet but that all depends on who is going to get in her way.

She poured another glass of wine, finishing first bottle and chugged it like water. Setting her glass down she heard familiar voice saying I’m going to barf. As Jess came into view, other wait staff went to corner table to clean up whatever mess guest had created; she saw pink dress person running while covering their mouth followed by a man in semi formal attire. Jess placed wine bottle on the table and asked if they need anything else. Veronica asked if she can get them their check. Jess pulled out their check from her waitress apron, placed it on the table and left their table. She poured another glass of wine, she sipped her a little as she waited for everything to calm down before looking at the corner table. ”I’m so sorry for cutting this short, I am having fun but I will turn into a beast once the clock strikes 11.” She slurred a little and placed her right index finger on her lips and made shh sound. Her body started feeling all fuzzy, warm and her brain felt wine effects. Her head went from side to side, swaying a little and chuckled.

When commotion died down, in her buzzed state, she turned her body to the side and looked at the corner table. Tuxedo man sat without his pretty lady in pink with company of a man wearing casual attire. Her brain was gone from wine drinking that she thought she saw ass man. She got up from her chair, got bottle of wine and walked towards the corner table slowly. She was wearing heels and being buzzed, didn’t help her with balance. She took a sip from bottle and looked straight at blond haired man to see clearly. Ass man? Veronica seriously thought she was seeing things now but confirmed it when she looked at tuxedo man with his pen and note book. ”Is this a fuckin joke for you guys?” Veronica slurred and whispered at them. And there it was, nothing stays perfect for one night for her. She grabbed Cloud by his hoodie and dragged him towards the entrance. Cloud was tall and heavy in weight where as Veronica was 5’6 and around 130lbs; when she’s pissed she doesn’t care about prying eyes or her surrounding.

Whatever self control she had was gone. Now her body was filled with rage as she pushed the door of the restaurant open and looked around to where others might have been hiding. She saw pink dress again and semi formal attired man standing. She dragged Cloud where both people were standing and went in front of their face. Veronica did not pick up on their smell earlier but she did there. Wolves and more than that she knew who it was. Their smell is burned into her brain. For once she didn’t have her guard up and let things happen but who was she kidding? The moment she was uptight and put her foot down, this would have not happened. “Why is this so fuckin hard for you guys to let me have one night off? What was so fuckin important for you to be here? It’s bad enough that I have him chasing me and for your information I only agreed because I want to prove to myself I’m normal. But I’m not normal, I’m a wolf who doesn’t deserve to be in love.” Veronica glared at Catcher, Seth and Cloud. Cloud was new to the group and didn’t know any better but least other two could have done was give her space and let her make mistakes once in her life. She was far from perfect, she cannot control what comes out of her mouth nor what she thinks when she’s pissed.

”Tell Rafael I’m going home and I do not want to be bothered. And you, Mr. Hotshot...” Veronica looked dead into Catchers eyes, shook her head as there was no words that she can express towards Catcher and walked off. It had gotten little chilly and whatever buzz she was feeling had vanished. Cold never bothered her but she had goosebumps on her arms. Veronica realized that she had forgotten her clutch and phone inside the restaurant and groaned lightly. Her ride was Rafael and now she doesn’t want to face him nor she can call anyone to come by and pick her up. Nights like these and her friends, she wondered why she had come back when it was nothing but more heartache for herself.

[Claudius Galloway]

Claude was beginning to worry that Seth and Catcher would bring unneeded attention to his table. He had been doing a great job collecting quality information for his research notes on how supernatural creatures could date humans and look normal. He already knew things he couldn't do and eating was one of them so a restaurant wouldn't be his first choice if he ever found a girl who liked him more than just for his handsome face. He felt like this evening his mission was a success. His notebook was filled with notes he had made in multiple languages and fonts so if he ever lost a book the average human couldn't read it. Not any of his friends would be able to decipher it either if they wanted information they had to wait until he was ready to translate for them.

He moved over a bit in his seat as Cloud sat down, His presence was the most distracting. " What you missed is Rafael being the best thing about this place, I'm surprised she is not sucking his face yet." He watched as Cloud grabbed the plate with his friends' discarded hair and began eating. Claude just sat there smirking in his tux knowing what was about to happen. He knew the Ronaldo hair pasta would be a hit. He laughed slightly as he watched the hair being slurped up not long after being discovered. " Did it taste good?" He didn't need a response from Cloud, he just read the expression on his face and that was enough to scribble something small in the margins of the page.

Claude placed the pen in his mouth,biting the end of the pen a bit too hard and ink began to run down his face. He didn't notice this because he was too busy watching what was happening over at the daters table. He could see Veronica was making advice and it made him fist bump the air a little, knowing the evening was going positive for his large friend. The thought didn't last long. The next moment Seth was on the floor covered in food and there would be no way for him to hide anymore so he sat at the table and just watched it all play out. Seth and Catcher were scribbling around like ants in a rainstorm so he placed down his hiding menu and watched everything unfold. It didn't take long for Veronica to come stomping over to the table " A joke, no but valuable information from my archives yes." He placed his hand to his face feeling it on his chin and he smeared it a bit. Leaving a big blue blotch. He watched Veronica grab Cloud and drag him away. Claude just sat there looking over at Raf. He half heartedly waved in his direction. He got out of his seat and walked over to the table where Raf hadn't moved." My friends messed up the end of your date. I'll pay you dinner."

[Cloud Crestfall]

Cloud was happily eating the dessert to overlook the hair pasta experience but as soon as he was about to move on to the panacotta, Seth spat out some mix of Vampire and wolf, making him wretch. A second later, he stood up and pulled a bunch of plates off the table, shattering them and Cloud just managed to save the little pudding in the nick of time. He had grabbed it so fast with two hands, he thought he was psychic. As the drag queen ran to the bathroom then out of the restaurant, everybody serving coalesced around the table to clean, or ask if they needed anything, courteous about what had happened so he just watched Claude ignore them. Taking a little spoon, he started scooping the wobbly custard into his mouth and saw Catcher get up and move around to exit after Seth; he predicted this too, was he more gifted than Feather now?

When he had arrived at the table, Claude was gracious enough to fill in some details. While he also added in a taunt about the hair, Cloud knew his face had said it all and wanted to stick the saliva ridden hair strands on Claude but he had already shaken it off his fingers into oblivion. It sounded like things were heating up for Rafael and Veronica and he was shocked about the ‘sucking face’ comment, it made a huge smile break out on his face like he had found something new to tease her about. Rafael was definitely her type in terms of looks and that was all he really knew from the time she said she liked big, football, wrestler muscular men. It left him totally disturbed because whoever she ended up with was probably a meat head and as he thought this he just watched Catcher in curious revelation, wondering how on earth he managed to be an exception.Cloud didn’t even know what she was hesitating about if she didn’t want love and this could just be a fling thing to make herself happy. She was always going on about self love and to him, part of it was getting with people who made that possible, projecting their admiration or adoration onto her.

The commotion was definitely the end of their spying but he was pretty sure they saw all they needed to. The date had gone relatively smoothly or well, and he thought the next time text chat popped up it was going to be lovey dovey for the new couple. There was even a possibility this was the beginning of many dates and it could just about diminish Veronica’s temperamental side.

There was one small bite left but like a tornado, Veronica came over and grabbed him by the hood. It felt like being grasped at the nape, the way a mother cat would drag its kitten and he made a pained face, dropping the dessert back to the table, chewing and swallowing what was left in his mouth in haste to eat as much as he could as she pulled him outside. He didn’t expect she would make a scene, but it was normal in a way, she finally noticed them; they had been very ostentatious. They just weren’t well acquainted enough for him to understand why she would give up her date, grab him of all people instead of Claude because it was obviously his idea and come out so uncouth. It was like she didn’t care at all but he could smell the wine on her and he knew she wasn’t completely in control so for the instant, he let her make him her scapegoat. He was the most innocent one there so he had no qualms and he knew he wouldn’t have done anything differently today, but in the back of his mind he wanted to tell her Seth was more of a victim since he felt bad seeing him yack.

”It was… funny though. You’re both funny. Stop freaking out…” He was saying to her as she tugged but she didn’t respond since she was overriding everything with a raised voice, completely furious and he was walking along, easily able to disable her but allowing her to vent. Things were often a joke for him and he loved pranks; people around him who were friends grew accustomed to this or they didn’t have to be his friends but she was a female wolf, on a rampage, about to eat them all so he sighed and shrugged. As she let go of him and directed her attention to Seth and Catcher, he stared with eyes becoming so huge he thought he lost his eyelids. She was mad, mad and it didn’t seem like there was anything that would calm her. This was going to be a pain. He felt like a little kid being chewed out by his mom for getting into trouble with other kids. She left him no time to see if Seth was alright either, and just couldn’t meet her in the eyes. The others looked like they were in the same boat, except Seth was still slightly green from his sickness, reeling in his head and probably couldn’t hear a thing she yelled. All he kept picking up was a bunch of swear words and something about deserving love which confused the hell out of him because she was screaming at the one who loved her most, to his knowledge; Catcher was standing right in front of her taking it and his face was evolving from compassion for Seth to shock and irate disbelief, he was the only one staring back at her.

”What did Beach man do to you… we thought it was going well?” It was a futile reminder of what he had assumed but he genuinely felt bad for the big guy now. He spoke like a skeptic and knew it was rhetorical since she was in no mood to communicate. Cloud was readying for another pointless comment since she wasn’t listening to him and he was the last person she trusted, when he shut his mouth and just started patting himself down for his lighter. Eventually finding it, he had been looking around to the ground while she raged; he pulled out a smoke and just inhaled heavily, desperate to mellow down from the drama. Veronica was adamant about her ways and whatever misconception she believed but she was technically only addressing Catcher, so he sat this one out to see what would happen; thinking of laying down right there in the street so he could dissolve.

When she started to walk away he basically rolled his eyes; she was stomping off and left them instructions to deliver to the Beach man which he didn’t intend to do. It wasn’t really their problem, she could just continue with her date but she didn’t want to in the first place; that was telling to Cloud, it revealed that the date didn’t go as well as it looked. Just like a smile, things could be hidden so easily and he was pretty sure now was some sort of climatic moment as he eyed Catcher then Seth.

[Rafael Wolfe]

Raphael had thought the evening was great, he was opening up to Veronica and all she seemed like she was enjoying herself because she was really enjoying the wine.Maybe the liquid courage was kicking because she moved closer to whisper in his ear and took his hand in hers "We could go anywhere you like, a stroll down the boardwalk sounds nicer don't you think?" He was glad that she wanted to continue the evening but in a dark room with candles? He didn't know her well enough to take her up on that offer. He felt her dainty finger tracing circles around the back of his hand , was she trying to reel him in like a fish on a line. Whatever her game was he would play along.

Shaking his head Raf didn't agree that love wasn't an adventure and all it did was destroy. One good thing he got out of her was she called him darling. It wouldn't be a nickname he gave himself but he would take it from her. If she would just let Raf show her how her falling in love could be an adventure he would take her anywhere and they could travel the world experiencing new things together. He would teach her how to surf, take her on starlit walks on the beach. He would spend any moment he could get with her and make it his goal to keep seeing her smile. Whatever she wanted to do he would try to make it special for her. she was something of a jewel and he couldn't understand why she couldn't see it herself.

Veronica began to talk about her tattoos and it made him smile. She had a pizza tattoo and a moon with a lotus. She mentioned she got them when she was drunk but they still must have some meaning behind them. She traced his sharktooth tat and he felt heat coming off her finger. He hadn't really noticed before but her skin felt warm against his, it was probably just the wine making her warm. As he was staring back at her, Jess had returned and he was so lost in Veronica's eyes he almost didn't notice her at all. V mentioned Gelato and it sparked his attention, he didn't like it much but if it would extend the evening he would eat buckets full.

Suddenly there was a commotion over at the corner table,just as he was about to agree to gelato there was a change in her demeanor. Maybe she just had too much to drink and was ready to go didn't she forget that he was her ride back home? He watched her stand up a little unsteady and grab the wine bottle. He was about to get up to follow her but he was waiting on the bill. What he saw next shocked him. Veronica was yelling at someone he was sure was Claude and one of her friends. He watched her drag the guy who he thought was Cloud out of the restaurant. It made him smirk slightly but the whole situation was disappointing. All he wanted was to spend an evening with Veronica but it seemed Claude and his friend had different plans.

Rafael was waiting for Jess to return to the table to pay by credit card but she seems to be taking her time. He wanted to get to Veronica  just to ask her what as wrong. He already put the most pieces together. Her friends were suppose to back off and give her space for a evening but instead they were at the restaurant spying on their date and Cluade seemed to be the ringleader.As he waited Claude applied the table and apologized for ruining the evening and offer to pay for their meal." Here  I thought you were all supportive of V. You better have your rat out of my  place before do home or  I'm chucking it out a window. "Scooping up his jacket and Veronica belongings he headed irritatedly towards the door and outside.

[Seth Rivers]

His stomach still in knots Seth stood outside the restaurant trying to regain some composure. Catcher had joined him, he now looked like a hooker who got into a food fight and lost. Originally after he showed up he was told he didn't even have to be there, he kind of wished he would have turned around and left. If he had this disastrous ending to V's date or the cutting short Claude's research would have never happened. He would remember from now never to eat food that Claude may have touched. He wishes he had a bottle of mouthwash but even that wouldn't clear the taste of vampire juices out of his mouth.

It didn't take long for V to storm out dragging Cloud with her. She wasn't happy Seth, stood there looking at the ground as Veronica laid into them. Out of everything that went down he was the victim, he barely even looked over at the table where she and the hulking hawian were sitting. He was more interested in the food, next time he used his eyes more." I was just invited to eat food, sorry, but drinking the essence of Claude almost made me puke all over the restaurant. Love is overrated anyway, it just makes girls stupid. I'm not taking this shit I'm going home." Seth moved away from Catcher. " Why are you hung up on V when you could have any girl you want?" Seth threw his arms up in the air, gave everyone middle fingers, walking backwards across the road and off to his truck.

[Catcher Reeves]

For an instant, he was about to disappear with Seth, fed up and receiving all the middle fingers, biting his tongue, emotions overrun. The saddening comments loudly ringing as he tried to hide it all away but Cloud had looked at him the entire time they were berated. When he met his stare, he saw it all in his reflection, finally listening to the words Seth had uttered instead of merely hearing them.

It had taken him so much time but no one could predict what he was doing, not even himself. The universes opened and his undying love was slaughtered. Out of the corner of his eye, Rafael had come outside forgotten as quickly as he came. In stride, running; what was another endless chase for her as she left the entrance, he circled in front of her.

He stood in her way, bearing a mixture of irritation and shock from her accusations that shifted like the turn of a wheel. She was lost in the drink, he was lost in the death of his aspirations. She was a danger to herself and he was too far out, in too deep. She had been glaring at him, and he had done the same until she turned on her heel in one disarming motion. Maybe there was hunger in his blood; he was post traumatic, going full speed at it.
She was a blitz raining hell from the skies as she laid bare everything she was feeling and he swallowed his pride. The error of what he could have done or said before it would implode them playing their tune again. Their Everest of disagreements could start a wildfire and he flooded it in a tidal wave, leaving his inhibitions, his reasoning and his friends behind, putting it out.

No one else mattered; he was about to watch her walk away, her silhouette becoming a shadow. But he couldn’t let himself do that again; be paralysed. She was the reason he had believed in love, a reason for living, a scar he couldn’t erase. He had loved her more than he loved himself and his heart broke with every beat. This was the last time to be so close to someone so distant. She was the mistake he would never make again and he was doing what was needed to feel complete. Nothing was the way it used to be and whatever happened to their dream was a shadow of its former glory.
It was a feeding frenzy in his brain that he had been hopeful every day, believing they were still young enough to not be afraid. But he truly saw her now, they were wolves born free, born to run, finding their wings and they would get out of here; he would get her out of here so they would have a new thereafter. They would make it chasing that wind if it took them all night long. His heart was beating faster and he knew what he was after. Everything he thought about earlier was discarded; the denial to his electrifying impulses shed, falling like pieces of broken armour.

Every being faded into nothing, everyone into nowhere, as he saw the mistakes of his ups and downs. He saw Veronica’s expressions, her hesitations and her counterproductive actions; in that beauty this was still him at his worst and her at her best. She only behaved the way she did because of them, because of what he had done. He had created a calamity. All there was to care was what he should do. Somewhere in a place he finally found a way to talk to her from the heart even if he said nothing at all.

The whispers in his head were howls that wouldn’t stop; if only she could read all about it. He had burnt out the light in himself and couldn’t fight the feelings that he had lost but the darkest nights or the longest days would spark with just her touch. It was time for them to get the airplay in their version of events and she could shout until her words dried out.

His hand clasped around her wrist; a gentle pull would draw her to him. The momentum she had to get in a cab or keep walking was all that was stopping her in her tracks. Whatever she was thinking, their eyes met and he was searching for the faintest flicker of a flame inside her; a heart to start. They had fallen from grace, little pieces still fitting perfectly if they would leave this place. Their memories had seemed to turn to coal, blackened and dimmed, so cold; but all this did was blow so the embers would glow. They could make fire out of dust. A celestial wind was stoking the flames as it passed, cosmic through him. ”Leave with me…”

Without her he had been a disaster and he needed to know her answer. With her gone, everything had been wrong; the seas had turned to sand. In that moment, it was like nothing could come between them. He wanted her to take the chance, find her voice and help him sing this.
He wanted her to choose even when where they were in life was far apart, all she had to do was run with him. There was room to come around and he was waiting for her to meet in the middle. As if he was stuck in a first, she was the first; she was everything he had wanted even if this was all he could have. He was saying all there was to it right where they were.

In a different time they could see each other, they had never tried like they could; they didn’t have to be like everyone else. They would never be together but she would be saying she had loved him too. He wanted her to see the good in him so it had meant something to give her the best of his heart. He was the curse or the angel and it was all in how she loved him.

The yellow streetlights shone warmly, flickering string lights adorning the surroundings; it was Paris at nightlight. It was the eternal city of Rome in the springtime. It was their elusive paradise dawning in a velvet sky. They could take that midnight train to anywhere. Whatever they wanted to make of it, wherever they wanted to be he held onto that feeling; for her, it was more than what tender hours they had spent seconds ago, separated. He would never be able to do this again, to see it the way he could tonight. For tonight he knew, they were etched in stone but spread to the farthest corners of the earth; never to be united.

He had never wanted to let their light burn out. It was a dream, a scene from an old fashioned movie; they were their own meaning of forever. They were black and white, inked in their souls, what they did in life echoing in eternity. In that instant, it felt like they could get out of Time’s reverse, everything laid bare was unrehearsed. This city was always where they could start even if every start had to end. No one needed to understand except them; not even the gods above. Whatever she chose tomorrow, they would make it until the end. His fingers laced between hers as it slipped past her wrist and he took a few steps back, leading her away from her logical path.

Just one more time, they would experience a destiny for another life. They could pretend to be strangers, the way they had met; both living just to find emotion. It was insurmountable passion, invincible. They were in those minutes, mirrors of the future instead of their past; they were star-crossed once more in a short eclipse.
They could’ve built a dynasty that never would break, a dynasty like nothing ever made.

Her soft hair wound in waves in his hands as he had let go of her delicate fingers, steadying her. Her face, he held as the most precious to ever grace his grasp; she was his raw aggression and pained suppression as he embraced her, tightly wound to hold her so he wouldn’t kiss her. They looked like a picture while their world healed. They were so close he needed the restraint, the pounding in his chest muted by hers; all he had seen in her eyes was how strong his love had been for her over every winter. An emotional caress of her darling spirit within his heart; she had softened enough he could sense her willingness to go with him. In the flow he took her hand, a sweeping temptation that dragged her toward him as he turned them to dash any chance she had of escaping their elopement. A smile bloomed as he gazed at her, an intensity sparkling in their eyes unmatched by the endearing expression.

The nights changed fast and the moon was breaking through the strands of her locks, an ethereal storm coming his way for what he had done; he thought he would never give up on her, that all he had to do was always set her free but it was only justifying their suffering. The truth was forbidden so he was breaking all the rules, no longer afraid.
Hastened, the bike started and he watched her daringly, willing her not to let go yet. As she was poised, he braced that she would follow.

In the loneliness, he had always seen her, tears devouring them. In the poetry of holding her, tracing her skin, a fog lifted between them. She would understand what he was thinking. She would remember him as he would never forget her. It was telepathic, and this was just for her; for this once so she would know what could have been of their love. The sun would come up and they would feel alive again, he could feel his love coming back before it was gone. He was always on her side if she didn’t want to know where the road leads; they were in this thing together. Her life should have been beautiful, and he could see what she saw with their eyes closed, they would drive the night until somewhere in her heart she found some kind of hope. She was not alone and they would find a place to run with miles to go, back to where they belonged.

The revving engine he spurred, sounding the symphony to his heist; their speed into the darkness of a desolate highway would be the credits carrying her off into the twilight and he threw all his cards into her hand. His heart was right with her and his blood was red adrenaline; his pure intentions to steal her now, a crime that would make the angels cry and they blessed the sky to weep over the Sahara; a rain in the fable that was what had been them.