Because Now I Want A Kiss! (Book 5)

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Chapter 9

Rebecca giggled at his words.

Felix opened one eye to look at her as he asked, “What?”

“You are so cute,” Rebecca said at the same time as her tummy growled. “Um, perhaps we should take Bruno up on that offer of dinner and...” she paused, her eyes widening. “Oh, I need to call my mom. She wanted me to let her know if I’d be home for dinner.”

“You should call her so we can go down and eat,” Felix said as he sat up.

So, jumping off his bed, Rebecca found her phone and quickly called her mom. After she’d hung up, she stood in the middle of his room for a moment in silence.

“Rebecca? Is everything okay?” Felix called out questioningly.

Rebecca turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face. Huffing slightly, she asked, “How do I tell my mom that the guy I just met is my soulmate, boyfriend, husband? What do I tell her you are when I’m not sure what to call you right now?”

Felix stood up to stand in front of her. “I honestly don’t know, Kitten. What I do know is that you can’t tell her I’m a vampire. However, you could start by saying you now have a boyfriend. In the two weeks until your birthday, she can get to know me and so can you. Then... well, we’ll figure out the rest okay.”

“Yeah, okay,” Rebecca agreed.

“Come on, let’s go eat before Bruno eats it all,” Felix suggested.

They each took a moment to put their shirts on. Then Felix took her hand and led her downstairs to the kitchen.

“I was beginning to think you two weren’t coming,” Bruno said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Bruno, behave yourself,” Veronica scolded lightly as she gently smacked his arm. She then turned to look at Rebecca as she said, “Hello, I’m Veronica, this goofball’s wife.”

“Hi, I’m Rebecca. I met Bruno at the shop earlier, and you’re right. He is a goofball,” Rebecca said.

Bruno poked his lip out in a pout, and Veronica laughed as they all sat down to eat.

“So, Rebecca, you look young... err, younger than Felix. If you don’t mind my asking, exactly how old are you?” Veronica asked.

“Yeah, I guess I am younger than Felix since I’m only eighteen,” Rebecca agreed. “Although I’ll be nineteen in a couple of weeks.”

Veronica gave Felix a wide-eyed look and cleared her throat. “I see.”

Bruno just laughed.

Ja, just like the rest of us. Robbing the cradle and making our Vater proud,” Bruno said, wiping a fake tear.

Felix hissed at Bruno, but he just laughed again.

Rebecca looked from one to the other before turning to Veronica and asking, “Are they always like this?”

“Sadly, yes,” Veronica answered with a sigh.

Rebecca turned to look at Felix as she said, “Wait, you told me you were twenty-four. Although, you didn’t sound too sure so...”

Felix cleared his throat and told her, “That is my human age.”

“Human age? By how many years exactly are you robbing-the-cradle then Felix?” Rebecca asked.

“I’m eighty-five,” Felix told her and watched as she swallowed hard.

“That’s... that’s... sixty-seven years difference, Felix,” Rebecca stuttered, looking a bit pale.

“I know. As vampires, we can stop our aging,” Felix explained.

Rebecca turned to Bruno then. “Then how old are you?”

“One hundred, seventy-six, although I stopped aging at thirty-seven,” Bruno replied.

“What about Tobias?” Rebecca whispered that question.

Felix sighed but answered, “He’s one hundred and fifty-nine.”

“Oh, boy,” Rebecca whispered as she sat back in her chair. “Um—so, you said you stopped your aging. Does that mean when you humans get bitten, the process of aging stops?”

“Kitten, I wasn’t bitten by a vampire. I was born a vampire. Both of my parents were also born vampires,” Felix told her.

“Now that I have found meine Geliebte, she has chosen to become as I am after we have a babe or two,” Bruno added as Veronica nodded in agreement.

“So, vampires can be born and can turn their Beloveds into one also? I seriously need to stop reading fiction. It really didn’t prepare me very well for the truth!” Rebecca murmured.

Veronica must have thought Rebecca had enough to digest at that point and changed the subject. She started by asking, “So, are you still in high school?”

So, the evening went on until time for Rebecca to head home.


The following day Rebecca slowly awakened, as was her habit. She slowly stretched out in her big bed and worked all the night-time kinks out. Then she gave a big yawn before stretching out her senses.

She heard the birds singing and the soft sounds of her mom fixing coffee. She also listened to her brother singing in the shower, well, more like croaking!

Suddenly she frowned.

Blinking her eyes open, she looked around her room. Something was missing, but what? She sat up, continuing to think about what was missing as she moved her hand up to rub her neck. It just felt as if something were missing this morning, but no matter how hard she thought about what it could be, she couldn’t figure out what that something was.

So, she gave a defeated sigh, shaking the feeling off as she got out of bed. Quickly finding clothes to wear, she headed for the bathroom. Once there, she quickly showered and dried before dressing. Running a towel through her hair, she pushed it back and noticed something on her neck.

Stepping closer to the mirror, she gave a shocked gasp, Felix’s mark! Felix had told her it was there, but she hadn’t looked at it until now. It was truly lovely.

Rebecca had expected it to be a black outline of a falcon, but it wasn’t. Instead, it looked like a real falcon with one bright green eye showing that seemed to follow her every move in the mirror. On a short branch, a falcon was perched with Felix’s initials written underneath it in lovely red cursive letters.

Reaching up, she rubbed it gently and smiled as she thought, Ah Felix. I already have such a strong feeling for you. After seeing the mark, you gave me; it makes me want to see you.

Yanking a comb through her hair, she left the bathroom and pulled on some shoes before racing down the stairs.

“Morning, Mom! Morning, Ben!” Rebecca said as she grabbed herself some juice.

“Morning, Becks,” Ben said.

“Good morning, Rebecca. How did you sleep? You came in pretty late last night,” Mom said, turning from the stove with a plate. She set it down in front of Ben before turning to fill another plate, placing it in front of Rebecca.

Rebecca felt her face flush, and she said, “Um, yeah, about that, Mom. I met this guy yesterday when I went to get my tire fixed.”

“Oh, you did, did you? Well then, let me hear about him and this flat tire,” Mom said as she sat down with her coffee.

“Okay. On my way to school yesterday, I ran over a board with a nail in it, so I had to change the tire. Only I found I have no spare!” Rebecca exclaimed, waving her fork around. “Anyway, then I walked about three blocks to that new place, Vogel’s Parts and Tire Repair.”

“Why didn’t you have a spare?” Ben asked.

Rebecca shrugged and said, “I don’t really know, but I’ll be getting one. Be reassured, Ben, that will be happening soon.”

“So, the young man?” Mom asked.

“His name is Felix Vogel, and his family own’s the place,” Rebecca told her. “He’s a really nice guy, Mom, and cute. Oh, and he’s German.”

“With a name like Vogel, that isn’t really surprising,” Mom stated with a nod. “So, do you know how old he is?”

Rebecca cleared her throat. “Yeah, he’s twenty-four.”

Ben snickered.

Rebecca turned to glare at him.

“Got yourself an old man, did you? Tired of little boys?” Ben asked.

Rebecca smacked his arm, but he continued to laugh. Continuing to glare, she muttered, “You and his brother Bruno would get along great. He accused Felix of robbing the cradle.”

“Now, Ben, it isn’t that bad. Your sister will be nineteen in a couple of weeks, and it’s only six years’ difference. Your father was eight years older than me, of course, I was twenty-two when we met, but still,” Mom said as she stared into space.

Ben looked down, and Rebecca concentrated on eating because they knew Mom was lost in her thoughts of Dad.

When mom finally shook her head and began to eat, Rebecca continued, “Anyway, Mom, Felix asked if I’d like to do something later, and I said yes. I hope that was alright.”

“It’s fine, Rebecca. You can’t get to know a boy if you don’t spend time with him. I want to meet him soon, though.”

“Thanks, Mom, and you will,” Rebecca agreed before getting serious about eating her breakfast.

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