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and he had to fight with himself to allow her that. His whole being screamed to take her to keep her close forever whether she understood or not whether she wanted it or not. But Deacon was not going to be ruled by his animal like instincts. He was a man of thought and reason and he would see to it that Haven saw reason in this. She walked back to where he stood.
    “So , I’m guessing that I’m your Serah? Is that correct? I’m also guessing that I have no choice or decision in this at all, do I? You show up spout off a bunch of mumbo jumbo about destiny and soul mates and I’m just supposed to believe it right? Give me one good reason why I should believe anything you have told me tonight.” Deacon walked up closer nearly touching her, but not quite. He watched as her breathing hitched and he could hear her heart rate double. “Do you deny that you became aroused when you fed from me? That is a sign. Once a couple has bonded the female feeds only from her male and it is very intimate. Have you felt this way with any other male that you have fed from?” Haven scowled up at him. “Well, maybe its because you’re a vamp too. It may not have anything to do with bonds at all, maybe it’s just a vamp thing.” She countered. “It’s not a vamp thing, Haven. It’s a Serah thing, and it’s sacred.” Haven shrugged walking away to put some space between them. “Well, Deacon old chap I have only your word for that being you’re the only vamp I have ever snacked on. In my mind there is only one way to absolutely prove your theory.”
    Deacon felt his fangs lengthen at the very thought o f what he knew she was proposing. “That would be very… unwise.” She shook her head at him again. “I think its pretty darn brilliant myself. A quick and easy way to find out for sure if what you’re telling me is true.”
    “We could just go talk to other vamps the y would tell you the same thing would that confirm it for you?” He suggested. She smiled again. “Not a chance.”

 
    ~Chapter Two~
     
    “Haven, I beg you again to reconsider this. You do not understand the peril that you put yourself and this other person with whom I have no quarrel.”
    Haven barely even notice he had spoken she was so desperate to prove that he was full of crap about this whole soul mate thing. She cruised the local vamp bar looking for someone who might be up for some action with a stone faced Deacon trailing behind her. But something was definitely up because she couldn’t get a single smile or come hither look from anyone!
    She stepped into the ladies room to check out her appearance. She stood in front of a mirror and checked out her reflection so thankful the old rumor about vamps and mirrors wasn’t true! When she was turned she became a pretty serious hottie herself. It would be a shame not to be able to at least ogle yourself from time to time. She stared into her eyes that always seemed to draw males from miles around. They were still as luminous as ever with long dark lashes that nearly curled up to her eyebrows. Her mouth was still deep dark pink with a full pouty lip on the bottom. Angie Jolie/Pitt had nothing on her.  She gathered up her curly dark blonde hair holding it up at the sides of her head turning her head this way and that way. Yup! She was fine as ever. She stepped back from the mirror and walked away looking back over her shoulder checking her rear-view. Nice high bootie encased in tight faded Levi’s, long legs made even longer in black knee high boots with a chunky four inch heel. Absolutely nothing wrong with that area! She turned to evaluate her front. She patted the expanse of flat toned tummy that was bared by the super low rise Levi’s and her short purple t-shirt that said, “Yes, I am! No, you can’t!” in neon pink across her ample breasts.
    S he sighed as she played with her dangling silver bellybutton ring. It was a crescent moon with three fallen stars. She knew if her momma saw her dressed in