9 Caffé .09

Draven POV

I feel a hand shacking me, "Babe, wake up. Morgan is asking us if we wanna go to a caffé for, and I quote 'delineate a potential future together'."

I open my eyes, "What time is it?"

"Five."

This woman sure got some fiber in her, "Azazel kindly reply that we would be honored to take her wherever she wants to go."

"Cool. Now let's eat, Babe." Azazel replies instantly.

"I'll meet you in five, my precious." I kiss his mouth and go grab some clothing.

Morgan POV

I'm feeling ready to face the facts. I am dressed and even put some eyeliner for self-esteem reasons. Do not try to ask me why. It's five thirty in the afternoon and I know they're waiting for me or soon arriving.

"Dad, Mom. I'm going now. Don't forget I'm sleeping at Mia's house tonight."

"Okay, honey. Please try and use the face mask as much as you can." my dad replies.

Finally yesterday we were allowed to open some coffee shops and little stores with heavy cleaning measures and two meters of social distance.

I called my favorite caffé and they said we could come in but warned that the face mask is obligatory unless you are sitting and eating.

I'm taking two extra face masks because I know that the boys don't have one. Now that I think of it, they don't need one, do they? But I guess that is privileged information and no caffé owner or staff should know about that, we should pretend we are all humans.

They wouldn't let me wait up, so before they call or text I start to descend to the main floor.

My plotting has to work tonight. This is the first time I lie to my parents about my whereabouts. I hope it works and they let me stay at the Mansion, otherwise Mom and Dad will find it weird that I didn't sleep a Mia's after all.

I open the building's front door and see the Mercedes SUV stopping.

"Perfect timing."

I smile and get to the back seat.

"Hello boys!" I beam. Draven is driving and Z is getting out of the car, "Where is he going?"

"He missed you and wants to cuddle you." Draven states and smiles.

As he says this Z gets in the back seat and effectively hugs me, smelling my hair, "Hi babe. Did you rest well?"

I melt, "Yeah. Did you?" I say griping his biceps and kissing his neck.

"Kitten do not play with fire if you don't want to get burned. Now, tell me where is this caffé we are going to." Draven warned me.

I give him my cellphone so he can see it on google maps, "I already told them we are coming at 17:45. They close at 19:00, that should give us enough time to talk."

"Azazel comes to the front seat. I won't allow you to do what you want to do to her, right now. Come." Draven demands but do not take is eyes off the phone.

Z puffs but complies, reluctantly he gets into the from seat.

The car starts and Draven drives slowly.

"Babe, why do you smell so good today?" Z asks, turning around.

"She's horny Azazel. Why is that?" the question is for me.

"I'm sleeping with you at your house tonight. I guess that's why." I reply, trying to maintain a cool attitude.

"What?" I hear Z but he's fast shushed my Draven.

"And why would you say such a thing? Were you invited to said house tonight?"

"I won't need an invitation after the little chat we'll have."

The air is so heavy whenever the three of us are together. It feels like there is a storm coming but never hits and so the electricity just keeps building up and up. It is too much to handle sometimes, luckily Draven is always there to dissipate it.

"Alright Kitten. We will try to be as helpful to you as we can. Don't think I can't feel how nervous you are right now."

I gulp, "I'm anxious. I've got all these questions lined up and I'm anxious to know the answers to some of them."

Z turns around in his seat and smiles towards me, "Don't be, you can always hug me Babe."

I smile back. How come such a big guy can be such a teddy bear?

He literally could crush me in a millisecond, yet, he makes me feel that I'm the one that should take care of him. This person, that is thrice my age and thrice my size. Human brain is absurd.

"We're here Kitten." D says and I go through my bag to take out their face masks.

"Here, you have to pretend that you can get sick and have the same worries as any human being." I give them the masks.

"We are human, babe. We are not JUST human." Z replies whinny.

"Still have to wear them, legislation says so." I press.

"You know, legislation four hundred years ago validated slavery. Should we do that too? And the marriage of children too? Would you agree with that, Morgan?" Draven darkly says.

"Don't be an asshole. We're way beyond that. Put it on or else they won't let us in and we won't talk. I need a buffer and that caffé over there has at least 10 of those."

"Anything for you Babe." Draven sarcastically says as we all exit the car with face masks on.

We stand outside the caffé and I signal the waiter, she already knows me.

She opens the door and greet us, taking us to a private room out back, as requested.

"Babe, why didn't you tell me this was a cat caffé? I'm so happy." Z beams.

"I am glad you like it. Now let's talk." I start with trembling hands, petting the cat already on my lap.

Draven shifts in his chair, fingering nervously, "Let's talk." he agrees.

I take my list out of my bag. Breathe out and start asking, "First question. What do you eat?"

"We get blood bags from a contract we have with a private hospital and we eat human food when we feel like it. Which is more often than not." Draven says sincerely.

Well, that is one less problem. They can have meals with me, "We should order then." I say, smiling tightly.

The waiter comes to take our order when I press a button on the table and that gives me time to calm down and ask the next question, "Second question. How many people have you killed?" I shakily ask.

Z gasps, "What? I never killed anyone. What do you mean?"

I look directly to Draven and see his nostrils opening wider, "On purpose or by mistake?"

Z is gasping like a fish and I would laugh if the moment wasn't so tense, "What?"

Silence linger between us and the only sounds heard are the cats purring.

"On purpose." I finally say.

Draven has his jaw tense and I almost feel intimidated, "Thirteen."

Z is still baffled, I feel my jaw as tense and I see Draven's gulp, "Would you kill them again?"

He takes a deep breath and answers, "Yes, as many times as it would take."

I take time to let this sink. There must be a reason for him to phrase it like that.

"Would you kill to protect me?"

Both nod.

"Would you kill to protect me even if I was in the wrong?"

Z nods again.

"No. Of course not." Draven answers, chuckling.

I smile. Of course not.

The food arrives and we start nibbling.

I hear every bit of information that they gave me in the last fifteen minutes and begin to process that, this is real and actually happening. I'm getting involved with ancient people that are what folklore and blockbuster movies call Vampires.

None of the theories I read or heard before is remotely accurate. They are like humans, but pale and strong humans. They drink blood that is true, but are not exactly going on hunts to suck necks.

What really give them away is the red eyes, but if they wear sunglasses nobody will notice.

I know I made my decision days ago, almost at first sight. I also know that I have been lying to myself and worked hard to ignore the obvious. I am already in love. I'm in love with two vampires. For fucks sake, enter the creepy music now. My life turned into a movie!

"I want to go north next year, there's this course that I want to take, so I have to move near that specific University." I pause, "This is not a question. I'm just stating the facts and stating that even though I would animalistic and irrationally stay forever in your bed, I will get my degree and I want to build a career as an Environmental engineer. That has been my professional goal since I was, like, seven years old and I won't give that up."