Her Scent

It was hard to focus on his work when all he could smell was Becca’s scent all over him. He was cursing his vampire senses for the past five hours. He wondered if she liked the clothes he had Morgan pick out for her. Once again, the only thing on his mind was her. That’s when his best friend and business partner Coyer Vanderwal came walking in and sat down on the couch.
     “Man, who is your new human?” Coyer laughed.
      “You can smell her too?”
      “The whole fucking meeting. Hopefully, she tastes as delicious as she smells.”
      “I’m not feeding off her, you know I feed from blood bags that I pay good money for.”
Coyer shook his head as he waved his finger at his best friend. He never understood why Ethan spent so god damn much on blood bags when he could just feed on a human and get it over with. Ethan looked up rolling his eyes before he scowled.
      “Don’t you have fucking work to do?” Ethan hissed.
      “Why don’t you feed off humans? It’s thrilling and gives you this sense of power and dominance.”
      “Killing innocent people, you mean?”
      “What is killing me is smelling that human’s scent you have all over you.” Coyer groaned.
      “You avoided my question.”
Coyer chuckled and laid his head back. Breathing in Becca’s scent imagining what she looked like and how sweet she must taste. Ethan growled as he picked up a golf ball from his desk and chucked it at his friend. Hitting the other vampire right in the temple.
      “Son of a bitch!” Coyer growled rubbing his head.
      “Rebecca is mine. Leave her the fuck alone.”
      “What the hell are you doing with her? Torturing yourself?”
      “She’s a seventeen-year-old who is getting beaten by her parents who own strip clubs and let men buy their daughter for sex. I found her in an alley last night.” Ethan explained.
“Rebecca. That’s a pretty name. So, how come you smell like the girl?”
“She is staying with me until her knee heals. The bastard that attacked her tore her muscles and hyperextended it.”
Coyer stood up and walked over to the desk staring at his friend. They had been friends since they were in fifth grade. Shortly after Ethan was turned, Coyer had been dying of cancer. He begged for Ethan to change him because he was too afraid to die. After three days of consistent persuasion, Ethan had finally given into his pleas. Now Coyer feeds on any attractive female or stripper he damn well pleases.
      “You already have feelings for her.” Coyer hissed.
      “It’s better than you. Sleeping with any girl that’s a size two.”
      “Are you going to change her or are you going to let her die when it’s her time?”
      “We aren’t a fucking couple Coyer! Get out and fucking do your job! Becca is my business not yours.” Ethan yelled.
      “Don’t get so pissed Ethan. I was just fucking with you. You know I respect that she is yours.”
      “Coyer, I’m serious leave Becca alone.”
      “I think it would be a good idea to do so.”
      “Go back to work and find who’s stealing our money. That’s a good idea.”
Coyer chuckled and walked out the door shutting it behind him. Ethan would stake Coyer himself if he hurts Becca.