Was I being compelled? I ask because there was no possible way I have double standards. No, I'm not Nicklaus. I began to ponder as I sat at the park bench in the dead of night.
Humans were off limits. It truly was pointless to have feelings for them.
So why did I feel this attraction for this one?
Humans were worthless—only good for a bite to eat. Never have I felt the necessity to act on modern day clichés by falling for a human girl. Yet, here I was, watching her walk along the sidewalk coming my way as she made her way home. I mean, there was really nothing special about her—dark hair, blue eyes, weak, and most likely flavorful. B+ I'd guess, but I wouldn't truly know until I tapped her vein.
I'd sensed the vervain on her the moment she stepped into my smelling distance, but I was able to single it down to the tasteless bracelet wrapped around her wrist. April, I believe her name was. I'd heard of her—dead, crazy preacher father who blew himself and eleven others clear into the next dimension and a deceased mother. It was a dastardly deed—to leave a child all alone in the world. I mean, that's what happened to Elena and now she's cavorting about with vampires, and even one herself. That's what this girl has done as well—associating with Rebekah. Surely she must know that our kind and her kind mixing always leads to something horrid, sometimes as a fate worse than death, such as vampirism.
It's not all that bad, though. Speed, strength, the almost immortality, especially for my siblings and I, is great. Notice the "almost", though. Death is very much possible. Finn was a great example, and so was Henrik, although the latter boy was a young human when he died.
Death is by far the worst—caring about those whose lives were so fragile and could be ended so easily. It wasn't fun—the pain felt after they've gone. I'd screwed up once with that. I had a little secret fling while I was human, and after my mother made me immortal, I had to live with the fact that the woman I'd loved aged and sickened while I didn't. I came close to killing her—bloodlust is a killer, literally. I didn't, though. I'd found her again after I'd became experienced, and she was older. I would've said late thirties, but then again, most people didn't live to forty in those days. Scarlet fever got her, and the pain I bared was excruciating for an Original with enhanced everything.
I guess that was the real reason humans were off limits to me, and the fact that they got really boring and mundane.
I hadn't noticed how close she'd come, and it was obvious that she hadn't seen or heard me due to the gasp she gave when I made a movement.
"I didn't see you there," she said as I listened to her rapidly-beating heart. "Hey, I know you."
"Hello, April," I smiled. "My name is Kol."