“Oh, God, my head!”
She sat up and then saw that she was back in her own room. She also realised, to her surprise, that she was alone in bed, and yet, Lestat had been here, she could sense his presence. Blinking, and rubbing her head, she rolled out of giường and onto the floor as her senses began to drift back to her. Ok, she was in her petticoat; where was her dress? Lifting her head she saw that it was draped neatly over the back of the chair. Slowly she managed to stumble to her feet, rubbing her eyes and then she threw her dressing áo choàng around herself. “Oh, God, my head!” she groaned, trying to pull herself together as she slipped on her slippers and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was sticking up all over the place. Seizing a brush, she ran it quickly through her hair and then the smell of coffee reached her nostrils. She frowned. Was Esme making coffee?
Feeling she could finally face going downstairs, she did so, and to her surprise, and immense pleasure, it was Lestat who handed her a cup of coffee. “Morning,” he smiled at her.
“How much did I have to drink last night?” Tiana asked, taking the cup from him.
“Enough so that you’d be pretty vulnerable to any ma cà rồng who were there last night, and I’m pretty sure there were quite a few at the Moulin Rouge,” Lestat replied, grinning.
“Oh, dear,” Tiana sighed, rubbing her forehead. “What was I thinking?”
“Relax; it was your first night in Paris.” Lestat touched her arm. “It’s natural that bạn went a little overboard.”
“Overboard?” Tiana looked up at him. “What happened last night? I don’t even remember.”
“Well, after about your fifteenth glass of champagne, bạn passed out,” Lestat replied. “I had to carry bạn home; not that I minded.”
“So...we didn’t..?”
Lestat smiled. “No. I just took your dress off and put bạn in bed.”
“Did bạn spend the night?” Tiana frowned at him. “I thought bạn needed someone to let bạn in?”
“Your sister’s boyfriend did.”
For some reason, Lestat looked slightly twitchy when he đã đưa ý kiến that. Tiana frowned, lowering her cup. “What? bạn look uneasy.”
“There’s something about that man I don’t trust,” Lestat replied, plain and simple.
“Really? He seems alright to me.”
“Trust me.” Lestat glanced at her. “A vampire knows these things. Be careful of him.”
Tiana smiled. “You can count on me.”
Lestat smiled. “Well, I’d better go and you’d better find a way of getting rid of your hangover.”
“I haven’t got a hangover.”
“Yes, bạn have.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, bạn have.”
Tiana grinned. “Ok, if you’re going to keep đọc my mind, then we have no future.”
“Sorry, force of habit.” Lestat replied, with a grin, and then he leaned forwards and kissed her. “Am I forgiven?”
She couldn’t help but nod. “You’re forgiven. How do bạn do that?”
Lestat smiled. “It comes naturally to me.”
Tiana followed him to the door. “Ok, so that’s another one off my list.”
“Two,” Lestat corrected her. “Donc, jusqu’a ce soir, ma beaute.”
“What does that mean?”
“So, until tonight, my beauty.” Lestat kissed her again, and then turned to go.
“Lestat!” Tiana cried. “Je t’aime!” That much she could remember from the night before.
Lestat gave her that loving look that made her tim, trái tim melt. “Je t’aime trop.”
She didn’t need to know a lot of French to know that he had just đã đưa ý kiến “I tình yêu bạn too.” Feeling very much loved, she quickly hurried back inside and phoned Belle.
She answered on the third ring, sounding like she had just got up herself. “Hello?”
“Belle, guess where Lestat took me last night?”
“Where did Lestat take bạn last night?” Belle asked with a yawn.
“Paris!”
“Seriously?” Now Belle sounded thêm awake. “Paris the city? In France?”
“Yes!”
“And are bạn still there now?”
“No, I’m back home.”
“So he took bạn there and back in the không gian of one night?”
“Yep!” Tiana giggled. “Oh, Belle, it was so incredible! We saw everything; the Eifel Tower, the Moulin Rouge, Notre Dame...oh, it was so incredible!”
Belle laughed. “Well, it sounds like someone had a good night!”
“I did...until we got onto the champagne.”
“Ok, am I talking to Tiana now hoặc Meg?”
“It’s not funny, Belle. I have a hangover the size of Venus.”
“Well, a good breakfast will fix that,” Belle advised her.
“Oh, and he’s teaching me French. Bonjour!”
“So, I’m guessing this is really getting serious, then? bạn and him?”
Realising that she hadn’t yet told Belle hoặc Meg about the gần đây turn of events, Tiana took a deep breath. “He’s agreed to turn me into a...” she looked around in case John hoặc Esme was around and then hissed “You know what.”
“Seriously?” That came out as a squeak from Belle.
“Yeah, I know, I know, there’s a lot of negatives we drew up together, but Belle, if it was Adam, you’d want to do anything to be with him, even this?”
“Well, yes, I would, you’re right.”
“That’s how I feel about Lestat.”
“I know.” Belle took a deep breath. “Ok, well if you’re happy then we’re happy for you. When’s he going to do it?”
“Well, he wanted me to draw up a danh sách of things to do before I’m twenty and we’re going through them now. When we’ve done them all...”
“Hello, vampire Tiana,” Belle finished, “or, should I say “Bonjour, vampire Tiana?”
Tiana giggled. “Thanks, Belle.”
“That’s ok. So, what’s next, then?”
“I have no idea,” Tiana smiled. “Being with him is like being on a roller coaster you’ve never ridden before; bạn don’t know what’s coming tiếp theo but bạn tình yêu it. Anyway, I’ve got to go; Esme’s back and staying with me.”
“Esme’s back?” Belle whistled. “Good luck!”
“Thanks, I’ll need it. I’ll see bạn tomorrow, ok?”
“Ok, see you. Oh, does Esme know about Lestat?”
“She’s met him.”
“But does she know he’s a vampire?”
“Not yet. I don’t know how to tell her.” Tiana bit her lip. “Oh, I’ll figure something out.”
“Call us if bạn need any help, ok?”
“Will do. See you, Belle.”
“Bye.”
Tiana hung up and set about making breakfast. Then, hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to see John stepping into the kitchen. “Hi,” she smiled, politely.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” John asked.
“Gone, but I’ll be seeing him later,” Tiana replied, pouring coffee.
“Hm.” John nodded. “That is interesting.”
Tiana barely heard him. “So, did bạn have a good night last night? Is Esme still asleep?”
“Yeah; kinda like your boyfriend ought to be right now.”
Tiana froze. “Wha-what do bạn mean?”
“I know your secret.” John smirked. “You’re dating a vampire.”
Tiana almost dropped the coffee pot in shock as she whirled to face him. His eyes told that he wasn’t teasing and she swallowed hard. “How do bạn know that?” she whispered, her mouth dry.
“Because I’m a professional vampire hunter and I can recognise one a mile off.”
Tiana trembled. “Have bạn told Esme that?”
“No point in frightening her,” John replied. “But if I were you, I’d be frightened. bạn think that dating a vampire is glamorous and romantic? That he’ll always protect bạn from danger? Wrong! He’ll suck bạn dry. They’re nothing but monsters.”
“That’s a lie!” Tiana snapped. “They’re just different! And bạn have no right to hunt them!”
“Just like they’ve got no right to kill people?”
“Vampires need to feed; like wolves!”
“And will bạn still feel this way when he feeds on you?”
“Lestat would never do that to me!”
John folded his arms. “Really? bạn trust him?”
“With all my heart!” Tiana replied, defiantly. “And if bạn come near him I will kill you, and don’t think I won’t!”
John scowled at her, even though his mouth twitched in another smirk, and Tiana felt frightened. Oh, God, what if he killed Lestat? What then? She had to warn him.
“We’ll see,” John smirked.
Dropping her phòng bếp, nhà bếp utensils, Tiana shot from the house. Whatever happened, she just had to find Lestat and warn him that his life, that both their lives, really, were in danger...
“I know your secret. You're dating a vampire."
