Shadow

Ch.23 *Begging for Forgivness*

"Master seriously is taking me to dinner, again. And in this?" My voice raises as I look down at my outfit. I'm even more upset that Master wants me to come here with him after I already told him I didn't want to talk to him.

"Orders are orders. Come." Zayn bluntly says before waving his hand towards the front doors. I  stomp my feet towards the doors with crossed-arms to show my anger. The door swings open from my force and loud chattering fills my ears. The hostess notices me walk in and his dark eyes widen as he takes in my appearance. He studies my face for a second before showing a nasty grin on his face. The large amount of people waiting to be seated soon become quiet as they all notice me and I feel all there burning red eyes on me. I turn around and realize Zayn hasn't stepped in the restaurant yet and I realize they are probably all wondering why a human is here all by themselves. That or they want to attack me. I become extremely nervous when I see hungry looks upon all their faces and I jump back when I see a man jump from his chair and almost approach me.

"She's with me."

I'm almost relived when I hear Harry's familiar voice. My neck turns in the direction his voice came form and sure enough he is standing under an artery that leads to another part of the restaurant. His dark suit is nicely suited to his body as if it was sewn on him and his hair looks gelled by professionals. I looked down at my attire and back up to Harry before giving him a scowl. He notices my mean face and shoots my a warning glare before nodding at the hostess and gesturing to me to make my way over to his side. His hand grasps onto mine and he brings it to his mouth before planting a small kiss. I try to keep an emotionless face even though his touch sends chills down my spine. Even though I am very angry at him, I can't help the small feelings I have for him show.

He turns his body, still with my hand in his before pulling me with him towards tables set up where people are gathered. I can't help, but be confused when I don't see any party of people with food on their tables. They all only have fancy wine glasses with dark liquid inside. At first, I think that it's wine, but when I see how thick the liquid drips into one of the consumers mouth, I notice that it's blood. Obviously.

"We would like the 72 hour." My attention is gathered to a group of vampires taking to one of the waitress'. I keep my eyes on them as Harry still pulls me down to another hallway.

"Are you sure you don't want to try the fresh. It's a little more expensive, but it's worth it." The worker persuades them, but before I could hear the vampires answer, Harry pulls me into a back room where the lighting is dimmer. I notice it's more quiet back here and there is less people. Harry leads me to a small booth in a back corner and just as we sit down on opposite sides, a petite woman runs to our table.

"What would you like to order?" She asks almost nervously and I can tell she is intimidated by Harry by the way she is avoiding eye contact with him. She looks surprised when she makes eye contact with me and even though the lighting is dim, I can tell she can see that my eyes don't match everyone else's.

"Oh, will you be ordering actual food this meal?"

"I already ate." I spit while looking at Harry. I know that he is just trying to be nice and make up for what he did.

"We'll just take two glasses of wine." Harry states.

"No, blood for you, Sir?" She questions and Harry shakes his head no. She doesn't second question him and before I know it she's gone out of our sight. I keep my eye direction pointed at my hands, playing with napkin nicely folded on the table. Harry lets out a forced cough, but I don't look up from my sweating hands.

"Thank you for coming." His voice is low and I ignore how nice he sounds. A few moments occur of us being silent and I can hear his breathing grow heavy.