She hasn't yet noticed me. She's not aware of me. If she was, her heart would at least speed up like it always did.
Caelan sat on rooftop of 'Bespoke Tailor's' watching her through the skylight on the roof. He knew it was wrong – what he was doing; watching her, never taking his eyes off her only giving her privacy when it was necessary. She's right in thinking me as a stalker, a creepy vampire who ought to be watched out for. He thought to himself glumly.
Valkyrie Cain sat on a stool beside the shop counter, sipping from a mug of tea. The Skeleton detective and his friends had once again burrowed themselves into an 'end of the world' situation, and were now discussing their next move.
Caelan could hear them chatting, one good thing about being a vampire was having super-hearing sense, but he would trade that for Valkyrie, he'd die for Valkyrie, that is how much he loved her. He simply fancied her before – but after he tasted that single drop of blood his loved burned deep into his heart, and will stay there forever.
Caelan taught himself to suppress the love, the antidote he had found in Ken speckle's laboratory was helping him with that – and stopping him from turning into a monster. Caelan decided to stay away from Valkyrie, avoid meeting her. He knows it'll just make her uncomfortable, and he knows there was a 70% chance that the Renn boy with the stupid hair being there beside her. Caelan didn't know what she saw in that boy. Cocky, self-absorbed, goofy – never thought that was her type. But no doubt if he did run into the boy he would rip his throat out.
Caelan's mind flashed back to the small amount of space where he had attacked the boy in Kenspeckle's medical facility. The boy was possessed by a remnant and was hurting Valkyrie, Caelan had injured him slightly but done no more, he knew Valkyrie would absolutely despise him for if he had killed the boy, even if she already hated him.
Caelan watched as Ghastly Bespoke and Pleasant shifted into the backroom. Another man was there in the Bespoke shop. He had brown hair and was quite tall. Caelan remembered someone calling him Erskine Ravel. Ravel followed after Bespoke and Pleasant, and for a while it was just Valkyrie sipping her tea. Caelan sighed, what was it that compelled him to watch her. Was it those sultry brown eyes and her charming brunette hair? Was it her thin yet curvy figure? Or was it just the passionate, kind nature of hers that she cloaked under all her professionalism and maturity, something that Caelan thought he only knew about.
Caelan saw a shadow; the person it belonged too was approaching Valkyrie. Caelan clenched his fist. Fletcher. Caelan squeezed his eyes shut, and inhaled. He relaxed and opened his eyes to see the boy come and sit beside Valkyrie. Caelan could hear them talking, as if he were right beside them.
'Hey baby' Fletcher greeted,
'Don't call me that' Valkyrie said good-naturedly, and leaned forward to kiss him, Caelan's heart drowned when the two's lips met. Fletcher held her hand.
'You drinking tea...' he stated,
'Yeah, you want some?' Valkyrie asked.
'No, I'm good...you okay?' he asked
'Yeah, absolutely – why wouldn't I be?' Valkyrie asked, turning round fully to face him. She put her elbow on the counter surface and rested her head on her hand.
'You know, it's not been long since Tanith...uh...'
'Oh' Valkyrie said, her mood dropping, 'Almost got that out of my mind...thanks' she said sadly.
'I'm sorry' Fletcher apologised.
'Don't, it wasn't your fault – if anything it was mine'
'No, it was nobodies fault. Hey come on lets get some fresh air' he said and they disappeared.
Caelan dropped off the skylight and shuffled for cover being a concrete thing. Valkyrie and Fletcher appeared just against the edge of the rooftop, holding hands. Caelan's heart sunk even deeper.
'Moon looks pretty' Fletcher mumbled.
'Yeah...it's beautiful' Valkyrie smiled.
There was silence for a while.
'Remember what you told me in Australia...a couple of weeks ago...?' Fletcher asked turning to Val.
'Not really' Valkyrie admitted, the cool breeze played through her hair.
'Oh...' Fletcher said
'Why?'
'Oh...because...you – uh...never mind' Fletcher stuttered.
'Oh now I remember' Valkyrie said, 'I told you to forget I ever said it'
Caelan listened closely.
'Yeah well...Still creeps into my thoughts whenever I'm thinking about you'
'...do you think about me often?' she asked, her tone of voice changing, Caelan realized that she was also quite slyly changing the subject.
'Uh...yeah frequently I...find myself thinking...'
Val's smiled broader.
'Do you think about me?' Fletcher asked,
Val looked at him and arched an elegant eyebrow.
He smiled, 'you know, how could you not find yourself thinking how does he get his hair to be so amazingly cool? Oraren't I the luckiest girl in the world to have a boyfriend like Fletcheror did he just get MORE gorgeous? Come on – you do think that stuff at times, come on admit it'
'the only times I think of you is when I'm worried you might get hurt, or I'm thinking about what you might be thinking – which doesn't happen much. And if I do think about you I think – why oh why is my boyfriend have to be SO annoying!' she said in a teasing tone. Fletcher pretended to be hurt.
'Ouch' he muttered, then smiled and threw an arm over her shoulders, 'But you've got to admit my hair is amazing.' he said grinning. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.
Caelan silently sighed, why had he ever decided to come? He was just getting hurt by their display of affection.
Caelan glanced at them once more and caught them kissing, he stifled a groan. He got up. I love you Valkyrie he thought and silently made his escape.