Sydney's POV:

When we finally arrived home, both of us was very tired and it was dinner time already. That day, time passed by quite fast. After we met the woman, who was apparently Olivier's stepmom, I dragged him into another four shops and bought so much things, that we had to call a cab to be able to bring them home. I also bought some simple things. Just the most necessary ones to live as a human. That meant a few video games, including Alice:Madness returns, a new phone, which I planned to give to Olivier as a present, but he didn't know it, and a few flower pots, because I went crazy and wanted to attempt gardening. It wasn't the first time, and it has always ended in a heap of dead plants.

Also, I made sure that my newest friend visited a hair salon, because he really needed a haircut, which he received. I didn't even have to nag him to much, because Olivier seemed quite happy to look like a human again. A very good looking human male at that. Mission accomplished. Now, I had to avoid looking at his face too often, because he looked like an Adonis, which left it's pedestal bare of it's statue to escape at night and blend in with human society. And vampire society. I always dreamed of a boyfriend with gorgeous green eyes and dark hair. Sadly, it was considered as a rebellion, because there weren't any vampires with green eyes. Their eyes were a bright red color, just as mine.

But returning to dark hair and green eyes, Olivier didn't resemble that woman at all.

"How could that be your mum?" I asked, not thinking too much. "She said that she doesn't know you."

In the plaza I didn't say a word, so Olivier clearly thought that I couldn't understand what he told me, well, he didn't really do that, so just what I read on his lips. However, he relaxed too early. I just waited until I had my laptop, a necessary tool for smoother conversation and playing Pac-Man, which was one of my favourite games since 1980. Just why is it, that other vampires can't understand the wonders of technology?! Except the credit cards, of course. When it came to money they could be quite modern. What do most humans like? Money and food. It's the same for us. And I count myself in. 

Hearing my words, Olivier's face didn't show any emotions, so basically, it had a boring as hell expression on it. What's wrong with all the males on the planet? Pretending that you are an emotionless rock is not cool at all. Hey, I know you have feelings inside! In reality, it wasn't their fault at all. It's just that I was too curious and started to think nonsense. Added to my very long list of bad habits.

'Stepmom playing that she doesn't know me.' he typed, not going into details. I noted to myself that Olivier can be very straightforward.

Also, what kind of stepmother does that? It was even more evil than the acts that Cinderella's one committed. She meets with his runaway stepson, and acts like they are total strangers? Definitely not the best family relationship. And this brought up other questions too...Stupid curiosity. Just die! Go away!

"Why did you leave home?" Apparently, my curiosity wasn't capable of a clean, fast death. It was a strange being with it's own will, using my mouth to ask every question that came to it's mind.

'Some personal stuff...' as I read the answer I pouted in disappointment. He didn't trust me at all, did he?

"Does it have any connection with your mom? Or you being mute?" I asked the two possible reasons I could think of, desperate to find out at least one little bit of truth. Olivier looked really surprised for a moment, breaking his poker face, answering my question without words. My little evil friend inside defeated it's little white winged companion, and did MY happy dance, making me feel bad for being satisfied. So I was right. It had something to do with his mother, and him losing his voice. Not like the situation concerned me in any way. I shook my head violently. Why couldn't I stop being so nosy?

"Yeah...." I read from Olivier's lips. There was a long moment of silence. 'I will tell you later, okay?' he wrote, sighing soundlessly. 'It's not like it's a big secret anyways. I just don't really like to talk about it. And I didn't really talk about it with anyone yet.' he pointed at his neck, showing me the reason why he didn't discuss this problems with a random passerby.

"Oh. Okay." was all I came up with as an answer. Creativeness overload! But it actually surprised me that he had agreed to tell something like that. I mean,the whole thing smelled like some huge family drama from those stupid TV series. Those stupid TV series that I enjoyed watching so much. Every kind of them. I watched melodramas, actions, romance comedies, fantasies, and Korean doramas, since they were hella good.  When I lived at my parents, sometimes I did a dorama marathon and watched one  all night long. My mum kind of freaked out, telling me, that I'm not normal, and I should go and kill a few werewolves instead. Because that's just so great a hobby. I'm sure humans do that, too. Really. But instead of breaking dogs' necks I enjoyed watching TV more, rooting for Edward to bite Bella, or breaking out in tears when in City Hunter the poor prosecutor died. Not that I didn't like the fights with the werewolves, it's just that they weren't much of a challenge.

So now, that I asked what I wanted to, we could eat our dinner. This time I had ingredients. And a frying pan, the ultimate weapon to save the world overnight. That would have been quite epic, but all I did was making fried eggs. But very delicious ones.

'That's all?' wrote Olivier on the notepad, raising his eyebrows, glaring at me with those perfect green eyes, possibly knowing about the charm of his good looks. Okay, that was a problem. Apparently, a human male ate much more than that, and I didn't know, because I have always bought food for the taste of it, not to fill my stomach, since only blood was capable of doing that. I could have figured it out when he said cereal is not a normal meal. He really did say that before, offending one of the sacred foods I worshipped. 

"Of course not." I said with confidence. "Since today is a special day, I ordered pizza." Great, but now I had to figure out, how to order one secretly. I didn't want to look stupid, getting caught. Maybe I could use some vampire speed and quickly visit a pizzeria...was what I thought, until I realized, that people could notice, call the police, or an animal research center, or some hospital, and all of them, plus the media, would chase after me.

'Why is today special?' asked Olivier. That was a good question. 

"Today is pizza day!" I made up some random explanation, smiling as widely as I could. "Don't tell me, that you don't have days like that. I have a cake day and a chocolate week, too."

Not surprisingly, Olivier looked at me as if I was some kind of idiot, but only for a moment, than he smiled, and I swear that if someone used the brightness of his smile instead of electricity, it would have lasted for at least a month. He quietly leaned over the table and wrote.

' I had a yell yourself out day. To relieve the frustration. It was fun as hell. ' but then his expression suddenly darkened. 'But I guess I can't keep it this year.'

"That's stupid." I stated. " I will just shout it in your place. I'm sure that if he doesn't care about you losing your voice, he won't even budge when I cuss at him." Looking at the sky, I made my offer, fully knowing that it won't help much, but it felt beer than saying nothing and accepting that Olivier had bad luck. Apparently, it wasn't completely pointless to say that, because his face lit up again. But now, I really had to order that pizza.

Because I didn't have any good, supernaturally fantastic idea, I had to go for the lame, old human method. " I'm going to the bathroom." I really said that, the worst excuse ever, and not even looking at the effect of my words, I left the room.

I closed the bathroom door and pulled out my mobile phone of my pants' pocket. I dialed the number of a nearby pizzeria and ordered an XXL four cheese pizza. Just to be sure that it's not too small. After that, I was able to hang up, feeling slight satisfaction that I could pull it off. Well, only until I heard the knocking on the bathroom door. 

"Don't come in! I don't want to share my bathroom with any hormonal teenage boys." was what I said, my heart pounding in a fast pace. I had to be totally distracted for him to be able to come close without me hearing and scaring me like that. What happened with my vampire ears?

Another two knocks. What did he possibly want? Was it really that urgent? The fried eggs I made couldn't possibly cause indigestion, right? 

"Okay, sorry, sorry, wait a minute, I'm coming out." I said, opening the door. Olivier stood there, leaning against the door frame, a small grin on his face. In his hand, he held a tiny piece of paper, with something scribbled on it. 

'You know, just because I can't speak, I can hear it perfectly well when you order pizzas in the bathroom.'

I felt myself flushing in embarrassment. I didn't expect that to happen. I mean, he heard it from the kitchen and I didn't notice him coming? I didn't feel his sweet scent getting stronger? Maybe I caught some vampire illness or something. It was similar to dealing with werewolves, they always popped up out of nowhere, very silently, and I didn't notice their scent till they were very close.

Of course, just because I didn't notice it so soon, I was still able to win the fight every single time, the reason being that  I was much stronger than them. Well, it all had been in the past. Since my parents and the TripleB wolf,- that's how I called their pack leader (it means Big Bad Black Wolfie)- signed a treaty, the vampires and the dogs lived in peace. Okay, that's absolutely untrue, but at least it wasn't a compulsory part of my day to go and hunt them.

Somehow the situation in the bathroom reminded me of that, but maybe I just tried to find some excuse, because I didn't want to admit that I was actually distracted, and didn't pay enough attention to my surroundings. That day it was about the pizza, but maybe next time I would do that with my life on the line, so it was important to accept the existence of my own flaws.

"Do you have any problems with four cheese pizza?" I asked, raising my eyes to Olivier's face, realizing that he's actually very tall. 

He shook his head slightly. 

"Okay, since it's pizza day, and that's my favourite." I nodded, pretending that I didn't read that text at all. "Do you want to help me practice lip reading?" I asked, suddenly changing the topic, and he immediately nodded in agreement, the smirk still on his face.

'Yeah.' he said. Well, he didn't say it out loud, but it would be too difficult to explain that every time.

"Okay, than let's sit down." I said, avoiding him, and heading into the couches direction.

I practiced for a hour nonstop, trying to get the meaning of each of those small movements.

"It's your fault for not articulating enough." I pouted. "There's no way that I can't understand it after that much practice."

'.tzRB6kjhkjlk..etoueztt' Olivier said something but I couldn't understand any of it. I didn't expect it to be that hard. Seeing my expression, he repeated what he said and this time I could actually make out some words.

'It's a ..bom...bing...tour?' What does that mean? But actually it seemed I got it all wrong, because he shook his head violently and repeated it again.

"It was.." he nodded, encouraging me to continue. " It was the JUSTICE FOUR!" I shouted. That was it. I finally did it. O so I thought until Olivier ripped out a page of his notebook.

' It's It was just an hour!' he wrote. Oh, well, maybe I still needed some practice.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, and I went to pay for the delivery, since it had to be the pizza. But as I got closer and closer to the door, I noticed that something is wrong. It was a strange smell, like you inhaled the whole forest throughout your nose. Clean but rough at the same time.

As I arrived to my door, the bell didn't ring anymore, maybe the person on the other side could feel my scent, too. They said they can feel blood on us. Well, I was the vampire princess, so I wasn't scared at all. I opened the door, just to find a scared young boy on the other side. He had to be around fifteen, and I wondered how he got a part time job. Apparently, he was scared shitless and didn't know what to do. Maybe that was his first encounter with a real vampire, since the war ended approximately fourteen years ago, too.

"Look, give me my pizza and I will give you the money. After that, let's go home and forget everything." I made my proposition to the wolf boy. It didn't really get trough to him. Maybe he did it on purpose, or he was just too young and nervous, but he suddenly turned into a big, furry creature right there by my doorstep. 

I heard the steps behind my back as Olivier came to the door. As he saw the wolf, with an XXL pizza in it's mouth, his eyes widened in surprise and he suddenly jumped back, not really believing what he saw. He didn't have to talk for me to understand.

"That's quite the unusual delivery, right?" I asked, glancing in his direction, my lips curving into a little, frustrated smile.

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