The Secrets

He did as she asked joining her as he lay on top of the blankets. This was obviously not the first time he done this as he normally lay on top do her blankets after all it was her bed and he was a gentleman when he needed to be. “You know you always have the good stuff.”

"I keep it in for you, mon cheri." She hummed, resting her head on his lap and reaching clumsily for one of his hands - bringing it to her chest. "Tell me stories of your time away. Tell me how many of the crew fell out of the boat drunk on this journey?"

He smiled. “Oh plenty, it was hilarious.” He told her. “The voyage itself with calm and pristine just like you want for ships first voyage, we had a few days of no wind so i watched the crew get very drunk very quickly.”

"What about beneath the waves? Did you see anything - anything that could allude to what has been taking those lost at sea over the past year?"

"Not really, just vast oceans, I don't even think I covered half of it."

"I am rather sure you didn't, I don't think you would be back so soon if you were trying to do that." She laughed, brushing her thumb against his knuckles. "I have seen one once, you know... a siren. I went on a boat trip with my parents when I was a child and she was on the rocks. Everyone waved me away, told me it was a mermaid but she had these teeth, all of them were pointed."

He nodded. "I didn't see any when I was out there." He told her playfully. "I remember the stories that my mother told us about Sirens when we were children."

He nodded. "I didn't see any when I was out there." He told her playfully. "I remember the stories that my mother told us about Sirens when we were children."

"What is your opinon on them?"

He shrugged. “I think that they do what they do to survive.” He told her. “They aren’t much different to me they sing to kill and survive I feed on blood to survive both of us end a life so that we can survive and try et day.” He shrugged.

"Like eating steak," She agreed quietly, tugging her dressing gown sleeve down to offer him her wrist. "Though, on the mention of feeding. Here.. "

He watched her and at seeing her wrist his eyes darkened and his fangs came out, this was a regular occurrence for them on their night time meetings. “You know you don’t have to keep doing this right?”

"You don't get enough fresh, from the vein. It helps keep your cravings stable, you know that. Help yourself, Evan."

He smiled softly. "Be careful or others will talk." He told her playfully, before he held her wrist and his fangs sank into her wrist, drinking from her.

Catalina took in a sharp breath through her nose as his fangs went in, leaning her head back to stare up at the ceiling. "No they won't. Even Ner is clueless."

He raised an eyebrow at the mention of his sister and he stopped drinking. "Be careful Nereus sees more than people know, she just turns a blind eye, and anyway she's 21, which one of us was sensible at that age."

"She doesn't see us, she thinks she does and it is easy to deflect that. She's gullible."

He shrugged. "So was my mother at her age, don't worry she'll wise up eventually." He told her. "But we never really made this official you know,"

"I know we haven't, that's what keeps it fun." She grinned, bringing her wrist back to her when he was done. Holding the wound to stem the bleeding. "You have never seemed interested in this being anymore than what it is, mon cher."

He looked to her. "Would you want to be tied down to someone like me for the rest of your life?" He asked her. It wasn't a secret to her that he always thought of himself as a curse to most living people, which was why before they had their thing, he slept around and fed on each girl until they died from blood loss or he got bore - much like his father did until he settled down.

Catalina sighed, sitting herself up enough to shuffle her weight and sprawl against him. Tangling her legs with his and resting one hand on his chest, the other lifting to touch his face lightly. Echoing quietly; "Someone like you..."

He watched her. "Not exactly answering my question here love." He told her before he moved a hand through her hair.

"You go away often. If you stayed around, maybe...."

He looked to her. "You could always come with me." He told her. "I'm sure someone could watch the bar for a month." He told her, he was being playful like he normally was, he knew that she would not let anyone manage her bar. "But I will stop going out as much, the money is starting to dry up and the winter is setting in."

"There are things you do not know, that would make you change your mind. Things you can not know - about me."