Nikola woke up in his bed, alone. There was a slight scent of a cologne which wasn't his on the pillow.
The only thing which calmed him down was the fact that he was in his pajamas and he couldn't smell any other scents apart from that cologne.
The Bulgarian went down the stairs, only to see the blonde vampire in the kitchen. The drapes were down. The lamps were the only source of light.
The eggs and sausages called to Nikola from the table. They were made in the form of a smiley face.
Nikola went to the kitchen table and sat down. He had no idea if this creature would sit by him and eat as well. The only thing he could think about was the fact that the breakfast was still warm.
"My name is Dimitri," the man said, as he took the milk off the stove and began to mix in the chocolate.
Nikola couldn't remember the last time he had eaten chocolate.
And yet, he felt like falling to old habits. The smell was too appetizing by far.
"My name is Nikola," the human said, before digging into his meal.
"Good. It suits you," Nikola wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean. After all, he had not done anything helpful last night.
Just let his blood be drunk by the vampire.
"Do you want to visit the fair tonight? I already made an anonymous tip to the police about the rogue vampire."
"That is fast," Nikola said, after he finished eating. "Does the sun really bother you?"
He didn't know why he was so civil towards the creature. After all, the man was a vampire. If there was one thing which Nikola knew for certain, it was that the man could kill him.
And yet, the strange vampire didn't seem to be in the mood for that.
No. The vampire was taking his time mixing in the chocolate in the milk. When he took out some whipped cream and then placed it on the counter, Nikola knew that he was about to drink the best hot chocolate he had ever drunk in his life.
And that was saying something, seeing as he had grown up on hot chocolate and cocoa milk after bringing a good mark at home.
"Not really," the vampire said, as he looked outside. "I can go out in the light just like any other person. I just need to have drunk some blood beforehand. But it is easier for me when the drapes are down."
Nikola nodded. He looked at his empty plate. Man, the vampire knew how to cook!
"We can go on a walk after you come back from work," the vampire offered afterward so, as if it was just an afterthought.
Nikola wanted to see into the man's world. He wanted to see if this man was the one for him.
Not that he had much of a choice. Once a vampire drunk from your blood, they imprinted on you. But the thought that he could have a soulmate who was going to be there until the end made Nikola giddy.
"By the way," Nikola began, as he looked at the clock. He had to leave for the candy factory in half an hour to get there on time.
It was summer. He didn't want to be faced with the harsh heat just yet.
"Can you please tell me more about yourself?" Nikola was keen to learn more about the vampires. He wanted to see behind their mysterious ways.
"There is nothing much to tell," the vampire said, as he poured the hot chocolate in a mug and layered the whipped cream over it. "I am just an artist whose only hobby is to cook."
Nikola blinked. To cook? But the vampire didn't need to eat.
"I know what you are thinking," the vampire said with a grin. "If he can't eat, then why does he waste his time cooking? Well, a hobby doesn't have to have rhyme or reason. It is just something one does for his soul."
The brunette couldn't argue with that. He took the hot chocolate when it was offered to him and took a sip from it.
"Have you seen much of the world?" The vampire had something of an accent. Nikola could not pinpoint it, but he was not from the states. Of that much, Nikola was certain.
"I am just 150 years old," which meant that the vampire had seen much, but not lived through the times of the Romans.
Nikola was a bit disappointed because of that, but he didn't show it.
"What do you work as to come home smelling of candy?" The vampire asked, as he took a bottle from the fridge and began to take sips from it.
Nikola knew it was blood. He made a mental note to be extra careful about the bottles in the fridge from then on. The last thing he wanted was to drink blood.
"I make candy," Nikola said, as he looked at the clock once more. There were just a couple more minutes left before he could make his way to the bus stop.
"Good," the vampire smiled at him, showing off his fangs. "And when do you have a day off?"
Nikola blinked. What did that have to do with anything? Did it mean that the vampire was there to stay?
The twenty-five-year old was not someone who thought much about his leisure time. It was just the factory and then home for him.
But if the vampire wanted to do something special, then Nikola was more than willing to be surprised.
"I don't have plans. I don't work on Sundays."
The vampire nodded, as he took the pamphlet on pastries he had been reading before and showed Nikola a fancy looking cake.
"Would you like this for dessert tonight?"
The cake looked so, as if someone had to toil away at it the entire day.
Nikola wouldn't be surprised if that really was the case.
"How about something simpler?" Nikola suggested. He remembered that the vampire liked to draw. Yet, there were no drawing tools in the whole house.
The brunette decided to surprise the man.
Even if it was with a sketchbook and a good quality pencil.