How sweet the Taste

With a world full of mysteries, secrets and lies, how certain are you that you aren't apart of something beautifully dangerous? Something incredibly supernatural? Anna was fairly certain from a young age that something just wasn't right.


21. Talents

The wide hallway was bright, small candles lining the hallway walls. Medium sized chandeliers hung from the ceiling, adding to the flickering light that made the expensive looking paintings on the wall come to life. One painting caught my eye, it was a group painting. The portrait amazed me but yet freaked me out.

It confirmed everything I’ve been going through. It told me that vampires were real and very much alive, even in todays world. That everything that I’ve come to know as normal was a complete cover up for the abnormal and supernatural. My entire life up until now had been nothing but a big, fat lie.

The fellows in the picture were all smiling, dressed a like but completely different at the same time. There was four of them. The blonde and the dark one were in the picture, as well as Harry. There was another dark headed boy that I have yet to meet standing beside Harry, his sweet looking face smiling innocently down at me. A shiver went down my spine as the candles flickered, sending me hurrying after the woman way ahead of me.

The large hallway came to an even bigger opening, the romantic but creepy glow of the candles brightening some. The open area had two different sets of stairs that lead down to the first floor, the stairs seeming to make a wide horse shoe shape as they went down, rounding towards each other. The maid stopped at the top of the stairs, slightly bowing to me before motioning me to look down.

My eyes followed the stairs down, resting on the three figures at the bottom of the stairs looking up at me. All three boys were dressed in black suits, the styles from from about the same time period as my own dress. Their hair was slicked back or styled to perfection, their smooth faces shaven and bare. I took a deep breath, or well, tried to before I started to walk down the stairs. My stomach turned and my heart beat fast as I slowly made my way down, my mind telling me to stop and run away.

I stopped on the last stair, silently noting that even with the stair and my heels I was still shorter than each boy. I sighed and stepped down onto the marble floor, looking up at the men before me. I had to admit, they looked good. The dark headed one that was rude to me earlier leaned forward, bent at the waist, bowing before me for a few seconds before coming back up, meeting my gaze.

“Good evening, my lady. I’m Zayn, it’s a pleasure to have you over for dinner.” He said, his golden eyes never leaving mine as he took my hand and pressed a kiss onto the back of it.

I felt my cheeks redden at the gesture, my stomach going from flips to butterflies in point three seconds. Hm, I wonder what his power is. Maybe it’s seduction with just his eyes or maybe something a little more special and um, private.

My cheeks went scarlet at my thoughts as I realized they could probably read my mind if they wanted to, like Harry had. Zayn grinned at me, his right eye dropping me a wink as he confirmed my worries. Completely mortified, I moved on to watch the blonde one do much the same as Zayn.

“I’m Niall, again. I trust that you slept well, Anna.” He said, smirking up at me before kissing the back of my hand. I wanted to be a smart ass but I swallowed the urge, smiling at him.

“I did, thank you for asking.” Was my response. He just smirked again and nodded, stepping back for the third boy to have a turn.

This boy had wavy brown hair with dark brown eyes, a sweet smile playing on his pink lips as grinned at me. He bowed and took my hand, kissing my knuckles. His lips lingered a little more than the others, the intimate gesture sending a chill down my spine.

“I’m Liam. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Anna.” Liam nearly purred, his voice silky smooth. He kissed my hand again, his eyes never leaving mine as the action was carried out.

I heard his voice in my ear the very next second, telling me the things he wanted from me and the things he wanted to give me. My insides tingled and my face flushed as my vision changed from the scene in front of me to one that he wanted me to see. A light sweat broke out over my forehead and the back of my neck as my mind processed the image.

It was dark at first until my eyes adjusted to the dim light of just a fireplace, the heat radiating off of the glowing embers that held a small fire, barely putting off any light.

I could feel the heat in my face grow, following my neck downwards and then up to the top of my ears as my face reddened. I blinked rapidly, trying to get back to reality but it was no use. He wanted me to see this, needed me to want it.

I recognized the two wine glasses beside the fireplace, the low light reflecting off of the clear glass. Grapes were on a priceless looking plate beside the two glasses, half of them missing from the group. My eyes caught movement and followed, a small gasp escaping my mouth as I took in the scene.

The girls dark hair was a mess, sprawled out above and beside her head light a dark halo. The boy above her was completely obvious. Liam kissed along her jaw line before reaching over and grabbing a grape. He placed the round fruit between his teeth gently before kissing the girl, giving it to her in silent exchange. She hummed in response, a low chuckle coming from her small frame.

Liam let out a low moan as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him down again her. Her small hands tugged the sheet up around Liam’s bum, barely covering it as he began to move against her. His hand traveled up her arm, interlocking their fingers and pinning her arm above her head.

I wanted to turn away, to not watch my I stood paralyzed, unable to tear my eyes away from the couple. The girls head rolled over, making my jaw drop as I recognized her. She opened her eyes and looked directly at me, her right eye winking at me before gong back to the task at hand. I just winked at myself.

I blinked a few more times and it all went back to normal, Liam releasing my hand and stepping back into his original spot with an all knowing smile on his face. I averted my eyes away from him,seeing Zayn and done much the same thing. My eyes settled on Niall, smiling shyly as he watched me with an almost interested expression.

“If Harry finds out you did that, he’s going to rip your throat out.” He said, never breaking eye contact with me. I thought her was talking to me and was about to ask what the hell he was talking about before Liam laughed.

“Ah, then don’t tell him, yeah?” Liam said, laughing again. I could feel his eyes on me but I refused to meet them, now knowing how well I could handle the second round.

“If he asks, I won’t lie. Anyway, dinner is ready. Right this way.” Niall said, holding out his arm for me to take.

I eyed him then his arm, trying to think of anything that he could do to me through this kind of touch. He kissed my forehead just hours ago and I passed out. He chuckled, shaking his head a little before looking back at me.

“I can only do that when I want to, and I don’t want to at the moment. You need to eat. Give me a little trust?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me before offering me his arm again.

I hesitated before looping my arm through his and letting him lead me through the large house. This had to be a mansion or an old plantation, the house was huge. We can to a set of wide oak double doors, not getting within ten feet of it before they opened, revealing a large table with plates, silverware, and several different glasses set out. Niall lead me around the table to the center, unhooking his arm from mine to pull the chair out. I gather my skirts and nodded once at him as I sat down, saying a quite thank you.

Niall sat beside me and the other two scattered around, covering each side where a door was located. They must think I’m going to run. I ignore a certain pair of eyes as I take my napkin and spread it out over my lap, just in case I drop anything so it won’t get on the dress.

I jumped a little bit as a bell was rang followed by one door opening a few seconds later. Waiter looking guys came out and placed a plate of food in front of each body, pouring wine into one glass and water in the second glass in front of me. I glance around and notice that the other three were getting a different kind of treatment, their second glass holding a reddish liquid.

“So, how do you know Bonny?” Zayn asked, taking my attention away from Niall’s second wine glass.

“I don’t know Bonny. Who is she?” I asked, ignoring Liam’s small attempts to get my attention.

“She’s the blonde that is trying to steal Harry away from you.” Niall said, taking a bite out of the food in front of him.

“Harry isn’t mine and I am not his. There is no coupling or anything like that between us.” I say though a small bit of sadness nestled into my chest. Hm....

“So, you and Harry are not together?” Liam asked, leaning forward on his elbows. I shook my head at him, looking at his shoulder instead of his face. It was innocent but completely dangerous.

“Interesting.” he said, sounding like he was talking to himself than to the rest of us.

“Anyway, back to Bonny. How do you know her?” Niall asked this time, looking directly at me.

“Um, I don’t know her personally. I danced with her one night and ended up kinda making out with her. A few hours later she kidnapped me, beat the crap out of me and then sent me back home after telling me to stay away from Harry. That’s how I know Bonny.” I reply, summing it all up. Well, I wasn’t lying about it.

“Oh, so you prefer both sexualities?” Liam said, obviously hearing just the beginning. I ignored his question, feeling my cheeks turn red. This is going to be a long night.    
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