Alenia stood in the deserted library in silence, staring up at the bookcase during her revision break. Quietly stretching, she heard the study room door squeak open and closed noisily, but she was thankful she wasn't alone anymore. The only sound was the gentle beating of the rain against the windows, which made up the majority of the walls. It was slowly becoming rhythmic, but annoying all the same.
A crimson book caught her eye, the metallic gold writing glinting in the dull light. Reaching to pick it up, she jumped at a sudden voice, and her hand paused in mid air.
"Let me," a deep voice suggested, and a pale white hand broke into view. Taking the book from the shelf, they held it out to her in an instant. She took it, and followed the brown sleeved arm to find a face.
What she found left her breathless, and a light blush crept upon her cheeks without much notice.
"Thanks," she breathed, her voice trembling slightly, and the man smiled a half smile. "No problem," he replied, in a smooth southern accent. She felt herself blush further.
His honey blond hair held its own glow, clashed strangely with his skin, pale as marble, but not as flawless. Faded marks, slightly paler than the rest of his face and neck, climbed their way up, but not in any way hindering his handsome features. His golden eyes held a spark, like they were older than his youthful face.
"Japanese mythology," he observed, peering down at the book in interest, which had long since been forgotten.
"Yeah, study," she laughed, each word falling from her mouth sounding dumb to her cringing ears.
"Ditto," he said grudgingly, motioning to an area behind his shoulder. On the table behind, at the end of which were a couple of her own books and a laptop, a large, foot high pile of books stood, just about ready to topple over.
"No way," she stated, dumbfounded. "You poor thing."
He laughed self pityingly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well, you'd better get a move on," she suggested, and took one fleeting glance before they both sat at their places, Alenia trying to immerse herself back into her history revision.
Jasper stared at the words intensely, but didn't see a single meaning behind them. He took a look at the girl ahead, fast enough for any human to miss, but long enough to capture her image, her bowed head focused on the books anyway.
Looking at her, he was reminded of a person he hadn't thought of since the winter war. A person, he, when considering her, only thought of negativity. It was only fleeting, however, because the girl was nothing like her. While Victoria's hair was violent red, matching her blood eyes, this girl was...well, he didn't know. Her hair was golden, rich and weaved with only hints of red. Her amber eyes glistened with an innocence, and an intelligence Victoria couldn't understand. No, this girl was nothing like her, but her appearance did make him wonder.
Her pale skin was almost as white as his own, but he felt the heat radiating from her, enough to confirm her as human. As much as she was more beautiful that most vampires he had met, she was definitely, and gloriously, human.
Alenia glanced up at the end of the table upon realizing how alone she felt suddenly, and she was right. He was gone, without her even seeing him leave.