"I can explain." Chase immediately offered, coughing midway through the sentence at the dryness of his throat. 

Eva chuckled and tossed him a water bottle, the action causing her scent to weave around him momentarily. Sweet and comforting at the same time, like vanilla and bonfires in the fall. 

"No need," she started, "You look like you need some time to recuperate, anyways."

Chase caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror and almost gagged. His usually short hair had grown shaggy, stubble all over his face and a mix of blood and dust crusted onto his skin. 

He muttered a few displeased words in between gulps of water, leaning back in satisfaction when it was drained completely. A few moments passed before his throat felt somewhat more up to the task of talking, which he spent taking a tissue from a box by his feet and using the small amount of water left to clean up a bit.

"How did you find me?" he finally said, clearing his throat.

Eva's slender fingers shifted the steering wheel so that the truck changed lanes, her golden eyes looking up at him and near-melting his soul into a puddle of ooze. She was so hot that Chase half-expected her to spontaneously burst into flames.

"I didn't," she said honestly, "Just got lucky and found you here."

Chase zoned out a moment, imagining other ways one could 'get lucky' in the immediate vicinity of Eva Nicholson. There were many, many ways. 

"Uh, Chase, you alive?"

He jerked out of his daydreams abruptly, offering a generic noise of agreement.

"Yeah, just, um thinking...about something."

Eva shot him a curious look.

"Really? What's that?"

"You." he blurted, before burrowing his head into his hands with embarrassment. 

Emerging from an underground prison while being chased by an otherworldly creature didn't leave you in the best condition to flirt. It made it hard enough to talk without feeling funny.

Eva, however, burst out into laughter at his predicament, clutching a stitch in her side.

"God, Chase you are...absolutely hilarious..."she managed between laughs, before growing somewhat serious.

"Wh-what happened to that vampire, Dina? I...I'd assumed you were long-lost lovers or something."

Chase raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly, still disoriented somewhat.

"No, I didn't know her before the day of the hunt. She just had this control over me, I don't know how to describe it..."

Eva took his lie easily, thinking a moment.

"Compulsion? I think it's some kind of vampiric hypnosis."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's got to be it."


Within a half-hour the pickup truck was pulling into the driveway of a cozy-looking bungalow, painted a creamy white on the outside with flowers in the windows. Eva undid her seatbelt and grabbed a box from the floor beside her, opening the door and hopping out.

"This is my house, if you're wondering." she said as Chase got out of the truck and stood beside her, looking the property over.

It was rather endearing, a perfect lawn with a manicured hedge and even a few gnomes, not to mention a small flamingo perched in the corner.

The front door opened and someone came out, walking over to Eva and handing her a single rose with a flourish. 

Chase and the stranger locked gazes, surprise evident on both sides. 

Eva cleared her throat sheepishly, fiddling with the flower in her hands.

"And this...this is my boyfriend, if you're wondering." 



The End

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