Vampires Don't Give Love Bites

Part Four

"Elena," Lily started, her voice low and warning. "Don't do anything rash."

Caspian's fingers tightened slightly on her back. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more private," he suggested, his voice smooth as silk but with an underlying edge.

Lily's heart raced. The sensible part of her knew Elena was right to be wary. But another part, a wilder, more reckless part, wanted to follow Caspian anywhere he led.

Lily inhaled deeply, the scent of whiskey and Caspian's intoxicating cologne mingling in her senses. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to clear her head. When she opened them, she caught Elena's gaze - a mixture of concern and frustration evident in her friend's dark eyes.

"Elena's right," Lily sighed, her voice tinged with reluctance. "It's getting late. We have to be up early."

She turned to face Caspian, acutely aware of how close they were standing. His silver eyes seemed to pierce right through her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry, but I should go," Lily said, hating how breathless she sounded.

A flicker of disappointment crossed Caspian's face, quickly replaced by a charming smile. "Of course," he replied smoothly. "I wouldn't want to keep you from your responsibilities."

Lily's heart hammered in her chest as Caspian gently took her hand in his. His skin was cool to the touch, but it sent a wave of heat through her body. She watched, transfixed, as he brought her hand to his lips.

"I hope the fates align so I'll see you again soon, Lily," Caspian murmured against her skin, his breath sending shivers down her spine.

As he released her hand, Lily felt a mixture of relief and longing. She glanced at Elena, whose expression was unreadable. The air between them all felt charged with unspoken tension.

"Goodnight, Caspian," Lily managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lily felt a tug on each of her hands as Elena and Fern gently but firmly began to lead her away. The pulsing music of the bar seemed to fade into a distant throb, replaced by the sound of her own racing heartbeat.

"Come on, Lil," Fern said softly, her warm brown eyes filled with concern. "Let's get you home."

As they made their way through the crowded dance floor, Lily couldn't help but cast one last glance over her shoulder. Caspian stood exactly where they'd left him, his silver gaze following her every move. A shiver ran down her spine, equal parts excitement and trepidation.

Elena's grip on Lily's hand tightened. "Eyes forward," she hissed, her voice low and sharp. "Don't give him the satisfaction."

Lily swallowed hard, forcing herself to face ahead as they pushed through the throng of bodies. The air grew cooler as they approached the exit, the scent of smoke and sweat giving way to the crisp night air.

"I don't understand," Lily murmured, more to herself than her friends. "Why didn't my magic react the way it should have?"

Fern squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We'll figure it out, sweetie. But not here, not now."

As they stepped out into the night, the neon lights of the bar cast an eerie glow on the wet pavement. Lily took a deep breath, trying to clear her head of the fog of alcohol and confusion.

"I need answers," she said, her voice stronger now. "This isn't normal, is it?"

Elena's dark eyes flashed with an emotion Lily couldn't quite place. "No," she replied tersely. "It's not normal at all."

The trio walked in tense silence for a few moments, their heels clicking against the pavement in an uneven rhythm. Lily's mind raced, replaying the encounter with Caspian over and over.

Elena broke the silence, her voice cutting through the night air. "You need to talk to your mother about this in the morning, Lily. There's no getting around it."

Lily let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Oh, that's going to be a delightful conversation." She ran a hand through her fiery hair, feeling the residual heat from the bar still clinging to her skin. "Hey, Mum, guess what? Your daughter didn't feel like murdering a vampire on sight. Surprise!"

Elena's lips tightened into a thin line. "This isn't a joke, Lilith. You know the history between our kinds."

"Of course I do," Lily snapped, frustration bubbling up inside her. She could feel her magic prickling beneath her skin, responding to her agitation. "But that's just it, Elena. I know the history, I know what I should have felt, but I didn't. It was... different."

The memory of Caspian's touch ghosted across her skin, and Lily shivered despite the warm night air. She could still feel the weight of his gaze, the inexplicable pull she'd felt towards him.

"It's going to be rough on two levels," Lily continued, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "One, she's the High Priestess, and one of her witches isn't having the natural response to a vampire. And two, that witch happens to be her daughter."

The gravity of the situation settled over them like a heavy cloak. Lily's stomach churned, a mix of lingering alcohol and mounting dread.

"Whatever this is," Elena said, her tone softening slightly, "we'll figure it out together. But your mother needs to know. She might have answers we don't."

Lily nodded, unable to shake the feeling that her world was about to change irrevocably. As they continued their walk home, the night seemed to press in around them, full of unseen eyes and whispered secrets.