Page 5 of The Vampire and the Tattooist (The Vampire and Series Book 4)
Annie, Thomaz, and Willard had been busy. Willard had brought all the red balloons he could find, as well as red streamers, and had made the sign that he and Stefan were just hanging up.
“I don’t think I had a ‘I killed my first-person party,’” Stefan said, looking around the ballroom at all the decorations.
“I bet you weren’t as upset as Gavin though, were you?”
Stefan shook his head. “No, the first person I killed was attacking a woman and her daughter. I felt no remorse for killing him. If I remember rightly, I went home, changed, and then went to the local tavern with my friends.”
“So you did have a party then,” Willard points out.
Stefan laughed. “You’re right, I did. Did you ever imagine, even in your wildest dreams, you’d ever be throwing this type of party for a vampire?”
Willard laughed. “I can honestly say it never even crossed my mind. But then, neither did staying in a vampire coven.”
“Don’t you mean living?”
Willard sighed. “I know we joke with Davy about leaving, but this is his home. He can’t be wanting his parents living with him. The same as I’m sure at some point you’ll need to go back to the palace.”
“Between you and me, it’s much more fun here. Seeing how happy David and your Dave are, and Giovanni and Seth, and all the events that have happened since we arrived… yeah, much more fun than a boring palace.”
“I vote we stay here then until the boys kick us out,” Willard said with a massive grin.
“I think that would be wise; otherwise, can you imagine what Annie or Louise would do if we even suggested leaving?”
“Especially if it’s before they’ve been and played with the wolf cubs,” Willard said. “I might even go with them.”
“I might, as well. I think it’s time I met the wolf king.”
“How come you’ve never met him before?” Willard asked curiously while taking a step back and looking at the banner to make sure it was straight.
“Until your Dave came along, different paranormal groups didn’t really mix. Our sons have done a lot in changing that.”
“Our boys are smart cookies,” Willard said, grinning.
“They really are.”
* * *
The front doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” David shouted out as he was walking down the stairs.
He opened the door and was shocked to see a food courier standing there.
“Hi, I have a delivery for Gavin Stone,” the smiling driver said. “It’s all been paid for,” he said, handing the bag over to David.
“Oh, thank you,” David said, taking the bag and shutting the door. He was halfway up the stairs when he realised he should probably have tipped the driver. Oh well, it was too late now. The smells coming from the bag were amazing, and he wondered who had sent food to Gavin.
He knocked on Gavin’s door and walked in, laughing when he saw Dave and Gavin playing catch with Bruno.
“Gavin, you have a delivery,” David said, holding out the bag to him.
Gavin jumped up and took the bag, looking inside with confusion written on his face. He plopped down on his bed and pulled out the container and a spoon. He looked for a note, but there wasn’t one. He looked at the others.
“Okay, so there’s obviously no note in that bag. Hunter messaged me earlier, concerned that you weren’t feeling well, so he ordered you some chicken soup,” Dave told him. “He hoped that the chicken soup would make you feel better.”
“Damn, I’m going to have to like the guy now,” Raz said begrudgingly.
Gavin smiled and nodded, opening the container and sniffing before crossing his legs on the bed and eating the soup.
Dave looked at Raz. “I told you Hunter was a decent person. He’ll treat Gavin right.”
“I guess,” Raz grumped out.
Gavin happily ignored them, eating the hot chicken soup that tasted amazing and was so thoughtful. He knew he wasn’t sick, but the soup was making him feel better, anyway.