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Shape Or Form...
-Eli's P.O.V-
"So, you wanted to talk?" I asked. I knew this was coming. And she knew that I knew that she knew. If that makes any sense at all. I'd been purposely avoiding her all week. Either she didn't get the hint or she just didn't care. My money's on the 2nd one. But I couldn't avoid her now. She was here, at my doorstep, and highly upset I might add. Her eyebrows were furrowed over her ocean blue eyes and lips tightly pursed. Her arms were crossed over her chest and there was the wrinkle over her nose that appears everytime she gets upset or frustrated. She couldn't have been any cuter at that moment. I can never tell what she's thinking or what's going to come out her mouth next but it doesn't take a genius to know that she was pissed.
"Yeah, what's your problem?" She started."I mean, okay you don't like me,
so what! I'll get over it but that doesn't mean we can't still be friends. And even if you don't want to be friends, you still can't avoid me forever Eli. We're English partners, remember? So what problem you have get over it because I refuse to fail this course due to your stupidity!" She huffed. Her face was beet red and her cheecks were puffed out. She took a few deep breathes to calm herself down then her face turned back to it's normal color. She returned her gaze to her feet and played with the hem of her skirt before I finally said something. I think it's about time I tell her the truth.
"Done?" I ask. She nodded her head and placed a fallen curl behind her ear. "Good, now would you like to come in?" I asked while stepping aside to clear the doorway. She walked in and I motioned for her to take a seat on the couch. I sat down next to her and cleared my throat.
"I have something to show you but you have to promise not tell anyone, okay?"
"Is this the part where you show me the dead body in your basement?" She asked sarcastically. I smirked. I reached under the coffee table and grabbed the chest that I placed there preparing for her arrival. It was old and worn, chestnut brown with black straps. It had a thin layer of dust on it as well. I placed on top of the table in front of Clare. She inched towards it, stopped and looked at me for assurance. I nodded as if to say "It's okay, I'm sure" and she continued to open the small chest. She pulled out an old faded family portrait that sat behind a broken glass in a small picture frame. It was a picture of my family, my real family. My beautiful mother and strong-willed father standing behind me, their only son. I loved my parents dearly and miss them alot. But they died long ago, along with the rest of my family and friends. I watched as she leaned in closer to the small family portrait.
"Eli, this is a picture of you but...this photo's like 100yrs old." She reasoned.
"Somewhat." I smirked.
"Eli, that's not possible." She said in disbelief. She stared at the photo in her hands with a look of disbelief, curiousity, and...amazement. I reached into the trunk and then pulled out a document holding proof of life from the year 1918, Paris, France. Her eyes widened even more if possible.
"I'm an immortal. Or in other words, a vampire."
"Vampire? Like the Cullens and..."
"No, not that Twilight garbage that you love so much." I cut her off. She attempted to glare at me but couldn't help but laugh.
"I can not believe you'd compare me to some sparkly, dolled up, joke of a vampire. That hurts, Edwards." She continued to laugh while I feigned hurt.
"So what's the difference?" She asked after pulling herself together.
"Well, I don't change when I step into the sunlight. I'm just like you, as far as you can tell."
"What about blood?"
"I do drink blood but I've never killed anyone. Don't believe everything you see in the movies,
Blue Eyes. In real life, we don't need to kill people just to quench our thirst. We take what we need from them to get by, and they don't even know we were there. As for the bites, we have the choice of which emotion you feel when we sink our teeth in. A sort of gift that every vampire has. If we want you relaxed, you'll have no worries at all. If we want you scared, you'd be terrified out of your mind. And if we want you to feel pleasure, you'll be overcome by desire."
I explained, my voice unintentionally getting huskier with every word. All the while staring into her deep ocean blue eyes as they began to get darker. She blinked a few times and turned away from my gaze. I could smell the blood rushing to her face and feel the warmth radiating of her cheeks.
"I get it Eli! You can stop demonstrating on me." I laughed and broke the hold I had placed on her.
"So, what about special powers?" She asked changing the subject.
"Yeah that part's true. Vampires are able to obtain special powers from their transformation. Some do, most don't."
"What about you?" She asked and I couldn't help but smirk.
"Yeah, my gift is rather..." I searched for the right word "...unique." I finished. She tilted her head in curiousity.
"How so?" She asked and my smirk grew bigger.
"It's hard to explain. I think it's better if I show you."