Midnight Scribbler: Stella and Aubrey had a fling, yes. I'll be doing a lot of jumping around, so if you ever have ANY questions, just ask.
MellowyelloW2007: Stella is a character of mine. This story is set before Demon in my View, but after A Forest In the Night.
Draco-and-Hermione22: Thanks a lot. :')
A/N: This is my first fan fiction of AAR's work, so bear with me. The third chapter is coming. I'd really like it if I got some reviews. Hehe, I feel so left out. I'm sorry for this super short chapter. Aubrey is mega OOC in this one for the first few chapters. But, I think its sweet.
Disclaimer: Amelia Atwater-Rhodes is a genius. I am not. She owns every character in this chapter except for Stella, who is my own gal. The plot is mine, though it is still in the developing stage.
My breath was shallow as I pressed my back against the wall. Chest rising and falling, the skin of my shoulders prickled with goose bumps from the cold bricks. "Come out of there, you little brat. I just want to play a little game of sorts." "Yeah, right," I hollered back to him. A quiet snicker echoed down the alleyway he stood in front of, twin pistols gripped in his palms and held at his waist. "Aubrey, I never meant to hurt you. So, don't you dare hurt me." I let my eyes fall closed as I leaned my head against the wall behind me. He was after me like a cat after a mouse. From Milan to Paris, and back to New York again, he trailed one step behind me, waiting for me to mess up before he'd pounce.
"Don't play innocent with me. It won't work. This is what your get for breaking my heart, you cold bitch."
My heart dropped. So that's what he was after me for? A simple broken heart? He was going to kill me because of a fling that I'd thrown aside? "That's what I plan on doing." "Shit." "What? Forgot I who I was?" My shoulders slumped forward, and my chin fell against my chest. Yes, Aubrey was stronger than myself, but I'd forgotten exactly how much stronger. I could feel him, right around the corner, his back against the same building as mine. "I told you that I was sorry. Can't you hear?" My voice was edged with frustration, and my hands were shaking. They could barely even hold the knives that I had my fingers wrapped around.
"I can hear you," he started, pushing his hair out of his eyes and tucking it behind one of his ears. A smile melted across his face- sardonic. "And I understand you. But, I don't think you understand me. What we had was perfect, and then you vanished. You were stupid to think you could run away from me. Stupid." He spit out the last word, his black hair falling into his face again. The dark locks contrasted with his nearly translucent skin, like day and night. A tear fell off of his face, landing on the concrete beneath him. His knuckles gleamed white as he tightened his grip around two pistols, his index fingers twitching on the trigger.
A gasp flew out of my mouth as he slipped into my view; his nose almost touched my own. Those eyes of his stared straight into mine, and I watched my reflection shrink back. My eyes slammed shut as I felt the pads of his fingers, tenderly, trace along the skin my cheek. I backed up, only to be met by him getting closer, and the heels of my boots hit the building behind me. An animal like him shouldn't be capable of such a soft touch. Aubrey pressed his lips to both of my closed eyes, passing his thumbs over them. "I think I might have loved you," his breath cascaded over my face and I shuddered at his words. I had to wet my lips before I could speak. M y voice still cracked. "You think? I didn't think a vampire had reason,"
"And I never thought I could love, either. Clearly, you changed a lot of things in me."
"You didn't love me, Aubrey. Maybe it was lust. I know you're capable of that." He hissed through his two rows of bleach-white teeth, turning away from me as if he'd been slapped. I couldn't help but let a smile surface onto my lips. My palms were damp with sweat from the close encounter, making it hard for me to keep a hold onto the knives. I wiped them both on the sides of my black jeans and glanced towards Aubrey. He stood a few feet away, his arms wrapped around his stomach and the twin guns in their own holsters. "How dare you speak to me that way? HOW DARE YOU?" I watched him pace, his eyes hooked to the ground, not noticing the threat that stood before him.
"Kinsley Ash, witch extraordinaire, who would have thought I could actually say that I loved you? We met that night in Chicago, remember? You danced against me, ignoring that feeling that I know all witches get around me. There was something 'in my eyes' wasn't there? You thought you could change me. You thought that you could change my ways. But, no, you saw me the next day, my lips at the throat of a tourist. Did you want me all to yourself? Was that it? I should have sucked you dry the night I met you!"
Before I could fall into a ready stance, he had me at the throat. I felt him raise me from the ground, and I choked, pushing myself against the wall. A drip of sweat slipped down my back. My stomach clenched as I heard him unholster one of the two guns, and my entire world faded to black.
