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Elora

I watched Eugene as he messed with a few things under the hood of his insanely old car. I guess it stopped starting and he's holding onto a sliver of hope that he can fix it.

We're in the garage with the door open. The sun warmed my arms and legs, exposed my the blouse and shorts I'm wearing. Eugene is looking delicious as ever with his blue jeans hung low on his hips and nothing else. His long blond hair was messily tied back, a few strands framing his face.

I'm truthfully only out here to watch him do his thing, that and I have nothing better to do.

Leaning forward against the open hood, I smirked at him, "Eugene, do you actually know how to fix this thing?" I asked.

He straightened, placing a dirty rag over his shoulder, "Do you think I'm pretending to fix it?"

I shrugged, "Maybe," I teased.

He tilted his head to the side, "And why would I do that?"

I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture of him... or 5. I held out my phone to him, showing him how handsome he looks fixing the car. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with how good you look," I giggled. Even if he is actually fixing it, he's definitely putting on a nice show. I gave him a pointed look, "I'm just saying, it's probably safer to do this with your shirt on," I called him out.

Eugene smirked, "This turns you on?" He twisted my words.

I gasped, grabbing the towel off his shoulder and slapping him with it, "Eugene," I warned.

He chuckled, going back to tinkering with the engine.

I leaned on my elbows, watching his bicep flex. I smirked, "Well, I'm not out here because I have a particular interest in cars," I flirted.

He smirked up at me, gently shaking his head with a chuckle.

A few more minutes passed by in a comfortable silence. Oldies music was quietly playing on the radio. I bit my lip, "Why are you so adamant on fixing this car anyways? You have three other cars that cost more than most peoples houses," I questioned. Rationally, he's never going to take this thing on the road ever again.

Eugene straightened, leaning against the car, a happy gleam in his eyes. "This was my first car," he said proudly. "I've fixed it a hundred times, and it's expiration date was years ago. But if you take care of things, they last," he smiled, as if he's giving me some life lesson.

I smiled, nodding. I get it, it's special to him.

...What'll happen when I get old.

A dreadful thought dawned on me and my whole body felt cold. They're going to stay young while I turn frail and gray. Their forever and mine are two different realities. I have eighty more years left, if I'm lucky, and they'll still be here long after I'm gone.

I'm a tiny blimp in their lives. They've been here for thousands of years and will continue to be here for longer after I'm in the ground. How will that work? They're not going to think I'm pretty when I need a cane to walk. They might always love me, but who wants to be with an old person, yuck.

As soon as the dreadful realization dawned on me, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I blinked up at Eugene, "I'm gonna get us some food," I announced, walking inside.

I passed by Lucifer and Quin in the living room. They're playing chess, both equally concentrated on winning.

Lucifers eyes slowly met mine, and I saw a sliver of concern behind his usual void expression.

He knows what I'm thinking, but clearly he doesn't know what to say either. None of us know what'll happen to us when I age. He looks like he wants to say something, but what could he possibly say? There's no solution to this. Humans age. Vampires don't.

I walked into the kitchen, Seeing Theo snacking on mangos. He smiled when he saw me, "Gracing me with your presence, princess-" he pushed his eyebrows together, "You look sad, what's wrong?" His attitude quickly changed.

I don't know how to answer that. I don't want to bum everyone out and bring it up- assuming I'm the first one to realize it. "I'm just hungry," I lied, giving him a small smile.

He pushed his head back, "I know your hungry face and I know your sad face. Want to try that again?" He gave me a pointed look.

I sighed, crossing my arms over my stomach, leaning my bottom against the counter as I looked up at him, "I was just thinking," I started. "What happens when I get old, Theo?" I asked, not knowing if I want to know his opinions myself.

Theo's shoulders dropped, and a his face suddenly looked dull. He stared at me, as the same realization fell upon him, too. He took a deep breath, lifting me up my my hips and sitting me on the counter. "I don't know," he said regretfully. He ran his hand through my hair, "But I do know that we're here, now, and that's all that matters," the corner of his lips lifted in a small smile.

I nodded, returning his smile. I rested my head against his shoulder, trying to push the intrusive thought out of my head. He's right, I'll worry about it when I get there. For now, everything's perfect.

I pushed my eyebrows together, "You smell like mangos," I pulled away, giving him a funny look, trying to brighten the mood.

Theo looked excited as he stepped away from me, "I got the weirdest craving for mangos last night, anyways-" he opened the fridge and there were easily 20 containers full of sliced mangos.

I opened my mouth, laughing. Why would he do that? He filled Quins fridge, that he's very particular about... with mangos. "You know Quins gonna kill you, right?"

Theo shrugged, closing it and taking a bite out of another one, "I've been killed before," he dismissed like it was nothing.

"Theo, what the hell did you do?!" Quin called from the other room.

I pressed my lips together, hopping off the counter.

Theo smirked, "I got groceries!" He called back. I mean... he's not lying.

I grabbed one of the many containers of mangos and began to walk out of the kitchen, remembering Eugene outside.

Theo made a sound, "Elora?" He sounded offended.

I turned, pushing my eyebrows together. I gasped, "Greedy! You have like a hundred, one isn't going to hurt."

"No, but you leaving without letting me stick my tongue down your throat is unacceptable."

I huffed out a small laugh, placing my hand on my hip. He's lucky he's gorgeous and adorable. I set the container down on the counter and walked over to him.

A huge grin made small wrinkles appear next to his eyes. "That's right, come to daddy," he smirked, holding his arms out.

Well I wasn't expecting that. Lucifer and Felix, I get, because they're more... daddyish and it suits them. But Theo's soft and sweet. "You too?" I asked.

He chuckled, hugging his long arms around my waist, "No, it was a joke," he looked amused. "I shouldn't joke about that though, because you're totally into it you little freak," he smirked, giving me a look that made me blush.

What's wrong with calling them daddy? They all call me cute pet names all day long, and there's nothing wrong with that? It's probably just Theo being Theo and messing with me.

I cocked my eyebrow at him, "Yeah well, I'm your little freak, so be nice to me."

He smiled, slowly getting closer to my lips. "But it's so easy to embarrass you, you get the cutest little blush," his nose touched mine. "I'm starting to think you have a humiliation kink, you always get so wet-"

I kissed him, not wanting him to finish that sentence. I definitely don't like being embarrassed, especially not in a sexy way. He's mistaken, surely.

Theo snaked his hands up my back until they held the back of my neck, his thumbs on my cheeks. His lips moved gracefully against mine, making my head spin. I parted my lips for him, loving when they take control.

He reacted instantly, his tongue teasing my own with soft licks that had me clenching my thighs together.

After a few minutes, I knew if I didn't leave now, I'd probably walk around with a limp again like I was yesterday. I placed my hands on his pecs, gently pushing him away.

He groaned, looking down at me with red eyes, but his expression was soft and desperate. "Do you have to go back to Eugene?" He asked. He patted the counter, "The counter's the perfect fucking height, wanna take it for a spin?" He gave me a hopeful look.

That does sound good... but I don't think I could have sexy time on the kitchen counter. First of all, Quin would be mad. And second, "That sounds unsanitary."

Theo smirked, a rare evilness I've only seen a few times gleaming in his eyes. "I'll have you lick up any mess we make," he said casually.

Oh my god! I quickly grabbed the mangos and started for the door, "Theo!" I whispered over my shoulder, in disbelief that he actually said that. I was crimson red at the suggestion, but mostly because now I can't stop imagining it.

I quickly walked past Lucifer and Quin, who were smirking at me. Oh god.

I opened the garage door, the cool outside air was refreshing. I leaned my hip against the old car, waiting for Eugene to acknowledge me.

He smiled up at me, "What did you bring?" He asked.

I held out the container of mango, "Fruit."

He straightened, looking between me and the mangos, a look on his face that I can't read. He closed the hood, seemingly done with fixing the engine. He turned, washing his hands in the garage sink, getting any grime or oil off. He looks so good all dirty and fixing things.

I held out the mangos to him, but he just grabbed them and set them down on the hood of the car. I pushed my eyebrows together, "You don't like them?" I asked.

I yipped when he suddenly picked me up and sat me on the hood of the car. His large body stood between my legs. Eugene stared at me, a loving flicker in his eyes. I smiled up at him, "What?" I questioned in a soft voice.

"You're beautiful; am I not allowed to look at you, love?"

I raised my eyebrows, taken back by his sudden romantics. My heart fluttered and I smiled, "You're allowed," I responded shyly, feeling small under his intense look.

Eugene pulled my thighs, and I jolted forward. I sat on the edge of the hood, my hands resting against his chest. "Every blink is a sin," he whispered, his eyes slowly roaming my face.

I parted my lips, instantly turning to mush in his arms. Who gave him the right to be this perfect? I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to me, kissing him hard.

Eugene's hands moved to my ass, palming it's through my shorts. My hands fell to the waistband of his jeans, playing with the button.

My stomach kept clenching over and over again, and I was desperate for any kind of relief. None of them have touched me since yesterday morning, I feel deprived.

Eugene grabbed my hand and placed it over his bulge. I moaned against his lips, gently rubbing it, not wanting to hurt him. He's hard, and I can feel how hot he is on my hand.

I moaned as he rubbed me through my shorts, firmly pressing on my clit. My undies served no purpose, my arousal drenching them.

I can't take this anymore.

I broke away from the kiss, looking down and undoing his pants. I pulled them just below his butt, resting on his thighs.

As if the same need was surging through him, he quickly undid my button and zipper. He wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting just enough over the car so he could pull my shorts down my legs.

My shorts hung around one of my ankles as he sat me back down.

He pushed my undies to the side and pushed a finger into me. I moaned, resting my body weight on my hands behind my back, propping myself up.

He pumped his finger in me a few times, which I loved. But I just want him inside me... "Eugene," I panted out, giving him a pleasing look.

Clearly just as desperate as I am, all he did was nod, sliding his finger out of me. He sucked his finger quickly, and I whimpered at the sight of it. Heaven help me...

He pulled his boxers down, revealing his dick, thick and veiny. My mouth watered as I pondered if I'd rather have it down my throat or pussy.

Eugene pulled me closer to the edge, so my booty was hanging oof the hood of the car. He gently touched the backs of my thighs, "Over my shoulders, love," he instructed. I lifted my legs, but they weren't quite long enough to reach, so my ankles ended up next to his head. He smirked down at me, "So tiny."

He grabbed the base of his dick, moaning as he rubbed it on my pussy, my juices coating his tip. With the anticipation killing me, and my girly parts a throbbing mess, I whined, "Please, Eugene."

Both of us let out deep moans, as he slowly pushed into me. The stretching feeling was there, and it was mildly uncomfortable. It doesn't hurt this time, though! He still gave me a few seconds to get used to him, but there was no tenderness.

When they said it would get easier, I honestly didn't believe them. To be fair, with Duke it was my first time, and Felix was pretty rough. Eugene is being gentle and sweet. I prefer both. Honestly, any kind of attention they give me, sexual or not, I love.

Eugene thrusted into me a few times, each time sending millions of little sparks through me. This position is new, and it feels amazing. He's not giving me his entire length, which I'm grateful for, he's already pretty deep in me. Any more and it might be uncomfortable.

Eugene watched me closely, his eyes burning a hole through me as he used my thighs as handles to fuck into me.

He suddenly stopped, looking away from me, clearly annoyed.

My blood ran cold, wondering what I did. "Eugene?" I questioned quickly.

He groaned, but it sounded painful. He pushed into me slowly, "Fuck," he cursed, sounding incredibly upset.

I moaned, but my concern didn't falter.

He looked pained as he pulled out of me, and I shuddered. I laid there, feeling empty and unsatisfied. "Eugene wha-"

He gave me a soft look, but his eyes were bright red, "Your human friends are driving down the driveway..." he explained.

I widened my eyes. My who are what?! That's impossible, no one knows where I live.

Eugene pulled his pants back into place, despite the massive painful looking boner he has. He picked me up and stood me up straight, "I'm sorry, love. What fucking horrible timing," he said the last part through his teeth.

Both of us straightened ourselves out, trying to look like we weren't just doing it on the hood of a car. This better be worth it- who am I kidding, there's not a single person who would come down that driveway that would make this worth it.

I didn't want to stop, and clearly Eugene feels the same way. This is pure torture.

Just as I finished buttoning my shorts, a car pulled into the driveway. I watched Willow and Jason step out of the car, looking up at the manor in shock.

"No way, this can't be the right address?" Jason said.

Willow slowly nodded, "Well there's one way to find out," she looked toward the front door. "Go knock."

Jason looked taken back, "Fuck that, I'm not getting possessed, this place is haunted as a motherf-"

I stepped out of the garage, "Willow, Jason, what are you doing here?" I asked.

Willow turned and smiled at me, walking up to me and wrapping me in a hug, "I thought you were dead!" She expressed, pulling away from me, holding me my my shoulders. "I called, texted, I even sent you an email. You never miss school, even when you're sick, and you missed a whole week," she vented.

She suddenly glared at me, "Oh you're gonna wish you were dead when I'm done with you! I've had to take over all your duties since you left! I gave you all the hard stuff I didn't want to do on purpose, you know. You totally left me hanging and you're clearly heathy as a horse! You better have a good reason for ditching me," she crossed her arms.

I swallowed nervously, "I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to make anyone worry, or make your life harder," I folded my hands in front of me, guilt filling me. I didn't even think about that... "I dropped my phone, and got a new one, so I wasn't purposely ignoring you," I explained.

I saw Jason inching towards us, "Guys," he whispered. "Please tell me you know those guys, smalls," he looked scared as he glanced at the house.

I followed his gaze to all my guys, stood in the garage, watching. I pressed my lips together, knowing they don't like guests. I'm not a big fan of people being over, either. I like our space. I sighed, "Of course," I answered.

Jason let out a breath, "Whew, I thought I was seeing ghosts," he tried to joke, but I can see the fear in his eyes. He waved at my guys, "Hi! I'm Jason!" He called.

Lucifer turned around and walked inside, a disgusted look on his face.

"What's with the mansion, Elora?" Willow asked. "We've known each other for years and you've never mentioned your house looking like this," she expressed.

I bit my lip, "I never thought it was important?" Why would I want people to know that I basically live in a castle.

She shrugged, "Whatever, that's not what I'm here about," she blinked a few times. "Are you okay? I really thought you were on your death bed," she pushed her eyebrows together.

My heart pounded, knowing I suck at lying. How can I explain this to her? She knows how I am about school. "Well-"

"I apologize," Duke smiled, walking up to us. My shoulders relaxed. "It's my fault she missed the past week of school. Our family celebrates a religious holiday once every five years," he lied flawlessly.

Willow cocked her eyebrow, slowly nodding. "And what religion is that?" She asked, clearly skeptical.

"Willow," Jason gave her a pointed look.

She sighed, "Sorry, I'm just- I'm honestly shocked. This is all very weird," she admitted. "Are you being kidnapped? Do you need to come back with us?" She whispered to me.

I laughed, "No, I'm adopted, remember," I explained. I guess it might be weird for her, seeing me in a scary looking mansion with seven strange men. "How did you get my address anyways?" I asked.

She smirked, "School personal records," she answered.

I should have known.

I watched as Jason, being the social butterfly himbo he is, walk over and try to start a conversation with the rest of my guys. Quin, Felix, and Dane all went inside, leaving Theo and Eugene to deal with Jason.

Duke smiled politely at Willow, "You should stay for dinner, it's not often we get to meet Eloras friends."

"Duke," I mumbled under my breath, feeling embarrassed. He didn't have to call me out like that. I know what he's doing, he's totally checking up on mh social life.

Willow smiled at him, "Oh, we're going to have to take a raincheck on that," she declined. She looked at me, "But I've never been in a castle before, show me your room!" She grabbed my hands, pulling me towards the front door.

I giggled at how excited she is. Her house is really big, but in a modern 'her parents are both lawyers' way.

Jason looked up at us, saying bye to Theo, who looked happy with himself. They would get along... Jason ran, catching up with us. "If I get like, possessed or a ghost tries to touch my wiener, I'm suing," he joked.