(Mason)
I was already feeling anxious after dropping off Eva at her dorm room. I had wanted to walk her in, but she didn't want me to get mobbed by the coeds that were out celebrating their last night of freedom before classes started. I had kissed her until she started laughing and pulled away. Watching her walk away felt like a piece of my body was leaving with her. Her blonde hair reflected the light coming from the campus lights, making the gold in it flash brightly. And her ass as it swayed as she walked…she was perfect. I didn't know how I was going to make it through the rest of the tour. I usually lived for touring, but now it was the last thing I wanted to do. I looked out the window moodily as the city passed by silently.
The car pulled up in front of my building. I slipped out without waiting for the driver to open the door and hustled inside, pulling my hat down low. It wasn't uncommon for photographers to camp outside of our building trying to get a picture of Damon or I, and I didn't feel like dealing with them tonight. Luckily I didn't see anyone, and I was able to get through the lobby to our private elevator without any issues. I wiped a hand down my face. Fuck, I was exhausted. I hadn't slept at all the night before since I was so wired from the show and being around Eva. Sleeping down the hall from her when I could have had her in my arms had been pure torture. And now I wouldn't know what that felt like for months. Hopefully, I would just have to get to the Paris show I recited to myself, trying to ease my anxiety.
The elevator smoothly slid to a stop and opened to the penthouse. I walked in, eager to get to my bed, but stopped suddenly. The penthouse was destroyed. Our beautiful tv was laying in pieces on the ground in the living room, with a huge hole in the wall behind it. Glass was everywhere, and the sofa had been overturned. What the hell had happened?
I entered further into the room warily, listening for an intruder. All I could hear was the clinking of ice cubes on the outdoor balcony however. Fucking Damon. I bet this had a little something to do with seeing Eva on the TV with me at the show last night. He had told me he was going to watch. Of course at that point I didn't realize that anyone other than Courtney was going to be on my arm, and Damon was more apt to feel sorry for me about that situation than anything else.
I took a deep breath and cracked my neck, prepared for the shit show that was about to begin. I wondered if maybe I could just sneak back out and camp out on Lane's couch…
"Welcome home…," came a sarcastic voice from outside.
I walked out to where I could see Damon leaning over the balcony, several bottles from our liquor stash scattered on the ground around him.
"Have fun in California?" he continued, in the same annoyingly crass tone.
"As a matter of fact I did," I answered. "The best time actually."
He snorted but said nothing in return.
"Look, Damon…let's talk this over. I didn't know that you even knew her until I had already started falling for her," I said, deciding just to get this over with.
Damon said nothing. He turned back towards the skyline, staring intensely out, as if the city could provide answers to the situation.
"I haven't been truly happy in so long that I've begun to think that happiness was actually a myth that I had imagined. They ruin you, you know. That's the worst part about falling is that you once tasted paradise. And because you tasted paradise, it's impossible to be able to settle for anything else because you know what you are missing out on. But when I'm with her…that feeling that I've had for thousands of years, that feeling that I'm immeasurably lost, that I'm doomed…it disappears. I feel…complete. I didn't think that was possible for me."
He was silent for a moment as I absorbed his words. I didn't know what to say. I felt as intensely about Eva as Damon did, just in a different way. I had never held the same emptiness as he did, but I felt like Eva had been specially made for me. Besides how lovely she was inside and out, I didn't have to actively feed around her. I could just be normal, just a guy in love that didn't have to think about where my next fuck was going to come from, and if I would go too far and hurt whoever I fed from. It was a freeing feeling.
Damon might have thought that Eva was his redemption…but she was my redemption as well. As much as Damon and Beckham were the only people I had ever met that I considered family, I knew that Eva was on her way to becoming immeasurably more important to me.
"You know it ultimately isn't up to us," I said finally.
Damon glanced over to me.
"Eva gets to pick. She told me…" I took a breath, not wanting to admit it out loud. "She told me that she was falling for all of us."
"What do you mean all of us?" Damon asked, puzzled.
"She and Beckham connected on the trip," I admitted glumly. "Beckham is head over heels for her already as well. I saw him looking at the script of "Lucky Break," that movie that's being shot in New York that he had told us he wasn't going to take. Looks like he's going to take it now after all because of her."
"What the ever loving fuck," exclaimed Damon. "It's literally been two days."
He turned on me.
"Did you use your sex power on her?" he asked in an accusing tone.
I looked at him incredulously.
"You're shitting me right? I wouldn't do that to her."
Damon groaned.
"I know. It's just painful to know that I made less of an impression on her in a few weeks than you and Beckham did in less than 48 hours."
"I don't think it's like that," I said slowly. "As much as I don't want to admit it, I think it's eating her up inside that she cares about Beckham and I at all since she feels so strongly about you. But Damon, I told her I'm all in. I'm going to fight for her no matter what you say or how you feel."
Damon had turned his back on me again.
"Fair enough," he said. "But this isn't something I'm going to lose."
His giant charcoal wings flew out suddenly, tearing his shirt, and almost smacking me in the face. He was about to leap off the balcony when I decided to drop the even bigger news that had come out of the weekend.
"Eva knows what we are."
I watched amused as he tripped a little from shock. He looked at me angrily.
"Great job idiot. Is she terrified now and wants nothing to do with us?"
"She actually handled it really well," I answered. "She doesn't know what we are though. Beckham was kind enough to leave that part out."
He grinned all of a sudden, looking much more positive than he had looked before.
"I can't wait until she finds out you're an incubus," he said, practically giddy.
He leapt off the balcony without another word. I watched him with a sick feeling in my stomach as he sailed off into the night.