Veronica: Caspian

Caspian seems the type that he doesn’t open up much, so I want to enjoy talking with him as much as I can. I am drawn to his words, what he has to say.

“Yeah, that looked like a fun century. Too bad I was born in the nineteen-hundreds,” he chuckles.

“What were you like as a human?”

“Honestly?”

“Always.” I turn my body to face him.

He looks at me, looking into my eyes before looking ahead of him. “I was shy.”

I giggle. “I can sense that.”

He chuckles. “I liked to keep to myself; I was such a momma’s boy.”

“You must have had the pick of ladies though.”

He shakes his head. “No, women didn’t look my way since we didn’t have much money. I worked hard, but women were never on my radar.”

“Why did you change? How did you turn into a vampire?”

He looks at me. His mouth opens when Zeke sits next to us, handing us each a bottle of beer. “I think your friend is getting angry with Rush; you probably want to save her.” I look over at Emz, and Rush is pressing his body against her, saying something to her.

I completely forgot about her. I am such a shitty friend. I was so engrossed with Caspian and hearing the things in his life, I left my best friend to fend for herself.

“I swear that boy is going to get a slap.” I stand up. “Talk later?” I ask Caspian, but it seems like he’s closed himself off again; he just shrugs. I walk over to Emz, wearing a look of relief when she spots me. “Rush, back off.”

“What? We were just talking.”

“He is trying to get dirt on you. Wanted to know where we grew up, about our parents, friends, boyfriends. He thought he was being clever and charming, but he failed,” Emz confesses.

“You really know how to put a damper on things.” He downs the rest of his beer.

“Like I would cough up information because you say a few sweet nothings. Yeah, you’re hot, but Ivory is my best friend.”

“Rush, leave my friend alone. Go and find yourself a floozy. Try and use your charm on her without any vampire powers. Do you have the ability to get a girl on your own merits?”

He stands in front of me, his body pressed against mine. “Trust me; I can get a woman without using any help. I know what a woman wants,” he says so smoothly that his voice feels like a blanket over me.

“Oh really?” I murmur softly.

“Yes.” He leans in, his mouth near my ear. “I know where to touch, where to lick, where to bite.” I then feel his fanged tooth scrape along my neck. “I bet you would taste so sweet, and I do not mean your blood.” His words send shocks between my legs. “If you ever want to play, you know where to find me.” He then steps back, and my body is vibrating with electric currents.

He winks at me before walking away, and my body feels like it weighs a ton.

“Holy crap girl, that looked hot. What was he saying?”

How can I even repeat what he said? “He was using his clever words to tell me how he can please a woman.”

“It seemed like you were enjoying it. You were pressed right up against him like a cat in heat.”

“No, he was pressed against me,” I argue defensively.

“At first, then he started slowly moving back, and you followed him.” We look at where Rush went. “You are stuck with them for two months. Are you going to be on the same bus they are?”

“No, like hell I would be on the same bus with them. I would go mad. I need my space and knowing Rush, I wouldn’t be able to sleep with him around.” I know he couldn’t hurt me, but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t leave my personal space alone.

“But the positive would be seeing them half-naked, or even fully naked if you were on their bus. I swear if any one of them is ever shirtless, film it. Snapchat it. Get evidence okay.”

“You know I won’t do that. I am sure I could get fired for that type of thing.” I laugh at her.

“That sucks.”

“What sucks?” Slate interrupts. I jump at him coming out of nowhere. “You should be careful when you say that word.” He laughs. “What are you girls talking about?”

I blush. “Just girl stuff.”

“Us then.” He laughs. “Trust me; after a few days being with us, you will think we are like any other guy. We are slobs, pigs, whatever word you want to use.”

“Great,” I say sarcastically.

“Are you a tidy person?” he asks me.

“I am; I like things in their place. I’m not a neat freak, but I couldn’t live where clothes are all over the floor and bed and you can’t tell what’s clean or dirty.”

“That’s the joy of it, the surprise if what you picked up is clean or not. It’s like a game.”

“You’re gross,” I laugh.

“You’ll get used to it. Come on, let’s go dance.” He grabs hold of my hand, and I quickly take hold of Emz’s hand dragging her along with me. If I’m going to dance, she is coming with me.

“Ivory,” she whines.

“If I’m going down, you are going down with me.” I stick my tongue out at her.

We are on the VIP dance floor; it’s hardly crowded. “If you want to request a song, go ask, they normally play it straight away,” Slate tells me.

I smile, heading to the DJ box and requesting a song that will get me jumping around. The DJ tells me that my song will be next.

“What song did you pick?” Emz asks.

“You will see.”

The song ends and mine comes up, and Emz shrieks with joy. I am hoping the band will appreciate it as it’s their style, rock-pop. Andrew W.K. “Party Hard” is a song you have to dance to.

It’s not normally my cup of tea, but it’s so catchy.

Emz and I know most of the words so when the guy starts singing, we sing along. When the chorus comes on, we shake our hair, moving our hips to the beat. I look at Slate, and he is watching us in shock before he starts to join us.

Zeke and Caspian soon join in; we all sing the words, the guys moshing during the chorus, playing with invisible guitars and drums. At certain parts of the song, you have to fist the air, and we all do it in sync. I am smiling so big, moving my body to the music; when the song ends, I wish it hadn’t. It was so much fun.

“Who knew our girl here could dance like this?” Zeke exclaims, and it’s strange to explain, but hearing the word ‘our girl’ makes me warm, but I shake the thought away.

“Okay, I’m going to request a song.” Emz jumps up heads to the DJ box.

“Oh no.” I know she is going to put on something really poppy.

“She not have good taste?” Zeke asks, looking at Emz.

“She has very girly taste,” I reply.