She could swear she saw him just walking on the roof of the boarding house she was living with her estranged uncle whom she never seen or heard before the incident. The incident of that her own parents accused her of killing her sister. The fact is, she never killed anyone and she never had a family to begin with.
Ferfaen Alesci, even she laughs at her own name. Her assumed parents, Frances and Victor Fillippe never even told her but she knew she was not their child. And not just because of the name, or their looks for that matter but for the simple reason of affection. Never once they touched her. Not even her hair. Soon, she became silent of any conversation. Invisible to the naked eye. Though not to her sister. Never by her sister.
Aveline Fillippe. Even her name was gracious. When she walks, it always seemed like she was flying, gliding through the air. Like an Aves, a bird. Her chipper voice would light up the whole house every time. But every time it would be dimmed again with the presence of Ferfaen.
"I saw you looking and lurking like a shadow every day." He said with his deep voice hissing in her ears. "Don't you think that people bound to see and catch you?" He asked as he appeared in front of her.
She took a cautious step back as she smiled. "Too close." She spoke. "No one will see, plus I didn't do anything against the law. Being in the library during lunch is barely considered as lurking around."
"You smell nice." The man said as he encircles her slowly. "You always do."
"Okay creep. Who are you?" She said angrily as the man came nearer and sniffing her. "You pervert." She shouted as she pushed him as hard as she could and walked towards the house. He just backed up a little and smirked.
He stepped behind her following her as she entered the hose but his feet would not go. "Oh come on." He cussed under his breath. Ferfaen stopped in her trail as she turned to see the agitated man standing at her door.
Ferfain walk towards the man and stopped not five feet from him. "Something stopping you? I didn't think something as transparent as a door sill would stop a man like you." She growled. He sighed as he begged for her to let him in. "Why would I? So you could sniff me like a mad dog again? Or that so that you can have free access to this hose whenever you want?" She spat.
"No wonder people don't come near you. You're not humane enough to be human." He shot back.
"At least humane enough not to sniff people like a dog." Ferfaen said as her hand reached for the door. There was something strange about this man that she want to know him. She wants just to continue to talk to him.
Instead of fighting he just turned and walked down the stairs from the house. Ferfain sighed. Anger boiled inside her for not being polite enough to a man that would talk to her but hints of fear and caution that surround her instinct as a person makes her to be just plain rude.
"Wait." Ferfain said as she stepped outside the door. "Don't sniff." She said as she cautiously took a step forward towards him just close enough to see his splashing blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." He said smiling at her. "I should not have done that in the first place. Somehow I got the feeling that you are not surprised to see me." He added.
"You were prancing like a cat on the roof of my room every night, I got used to it." Ferfain spoke as she calmly let her eyes away from the man's. "Why are you here? Why do you come to me?" She asked as she sat on the wet grass.
Her warm body against the wet grass just made the smell even stronger. "Just to make it clear, I was not sniffing you." He said suddenly as he sat down beside her. "You smell of vervain, but you are void of anything that could hold this amount of vervain. I was looking if you had anything hidden." He said truthfully. "I'm Damon Salvatore." He said with his pretty boy smirk.
Ferfaen just shook her head as she let her tied up wine red hair falls on her back. "You're a brave one Mr. Salvatore." She smiled sincerely for the first time in years. He held his hand in front of her in offer of truce. "Ferfaen Alesci." She said frowning. "Just don't laugh." She asked. Damon just shrugged his shoulder.
"Ferfaen. Beautiful." The words escaped his lips without his control. She had never seen him so open yet so fragile. Ferfaen shook her head sweltering with annoyance as she stood up. "Wait. What did I do?" He questioned her lost in the haze of the wonderful scent of beauty before him.
The girl sighed. She was so clear with emotion of others towards her. She was definite about other people's take on what she is, but this time she was unsure if he was really faking it or was he just acting for the sake of her companion.
Damon trailed the girl hypnotically as she paced her step carefully towards the wood. His usually fierce façade was very tame and timid. His animalistic instinct somehow drowns in the mist of the alluring scent escaping from her. "Why me?" She spoke suddenly stopping and stood still with her back facing him. Damon just shook his head.
He himself does not know what she was feeling. Yet it felt human. He felt humility, attraction, yet he felt shy and scared. A feeling he had forgotten for many years. "I don't know. I hope that you could tell me. I have not felt like this in many decades." He spoke as if barriers between him and humans do not exist.
Ferfaen slowly turned to face him; her hands trembled as she raised them to touch him. A human touch that she had lust for many years. Their skin barely touched as she jolted back. Warm liquid brimmed her eyes. She was certain she was void of human touch forever. "No." He cried a soft whisper. "Don't. Don't waste that tear for me." He turned away as he felt himself changing into the animal that he loathed he was.
"What are you?" She asked as she stepped nearer to him. "My god what have I done." She fell to her knees. "She was like you when she died. Her eyes. Her veins stuck out like wire against her soft skin." She trembled as she spoke.
She wrapped her arms around her knees as she rocked back and forth as tears bean to soak her already damped jeans. A swift wind blew past her and she knew he had gone. Gone like the rest of them. Leaving her there. Alone.