She too enjoyed the silence between them, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was if enjoying post coital bliss in the state of euphoria. Victoria inhaled deeply just as Vail began to speak. She listened to him suggest his idea, to which she nodded. “I can certainly do that. I was thinking about distracting him with my blood so he wouldn’t smell the silver. But the question is just how much of my blood does he need to smell…? And if he tries to feed on me, will he drain me before you can even get to him?” She worriedly expressed, he would hear the concern in her voice. She’d never fought a vampire before either except when she slashed Vail’s leg to get him off her.

“Either way there is great risk to both of us, we need to plan this out carefully to the very last detail. We cannot fail on the first attempt otherwise, there will be no second chance. And we will both be hunted to the end of days.” Victoria sighed as she contemplated the consequences of their failure. She could see why he nearly whispered, who knows who lurked out in the dark. Surely Vail would have smelled them though and disposed of them or kept hidden or quiet. Especially if Spencer was lurking.

Feeling the confidence to move, she applied her hand to her wound, taking over from Vail’s hand. She pushed herself up from the chaise lounge, as she rose, her hair brushed against the side of his face. She cleared her throat and removed her legs from his lap and placed her feet on the floor. She now sat next to him on the cushioned seat, she covered her legs over with her long skirt so she wouldn’t feel cold. “We need to decide when to make our move…the timing must be right.” She explained. Time was always of the essence in these things. “You can always back out you know….we don’t have to continue the bargain.” She didn’t hold him to a contract, it was entirely his choice. “You can walk away at any time.” She turned her face to look at him, or what she could see in the dark. But she knew he was there, and he could see better in the dark than she could. He would see her melancholic eyes glinting in what little light there was reflected from them. Other than her blood, she couldn’t see him sticking around for anything more. It just depended on how addicted he was to it. Once her blood would be compromised in any way, she’d never see him again.