Love? Love a nomad? How stupid was I! Surely it wasn't true! I mean, surely he wouldn't love me for who I am? I mean I was a succubi for goodness sake! Surely he wouldn't be any different.

"And who are you?" I heard his voice ask from behind.

I turned to see him standing there, hands in pockets. I hadn't even realized that Reneesme had showed them her...own version of the human centipede. His grin was melting me like butter, which had never happened before.

"I'm Kate..." I smiled

"Nice to meet ya Kate...I'm Garrett" He nodded slightly smiling.

Our eyes locked for a second, his ruby red eyes staring into my golden ones. It wasn't long before the connection was broken by two nomads calling his name. Glancing over my shoulder I watched him walk over to his friends. Damn...was the back of him as hot as the front?...WAIT what was I thinking? I must be going crazy. Maybe it was lack of blood that was doing my head in. I walked out the house and into the woods. I broke into a light jog once I reached the woods. A thousand thoughts swum through my head, when I bumped into something. I gasped getting immediately into a protective position sending a hundred volts of electricity over my body. I relaxed when I realized it was Charlotte. She was really small, even more up close. I had to look down, just to make eye contact with her brilliant red eyes.

"Oh!" Charlotte said with shock stepping back slightly "I didn't see you there! Sorry!"

"It's okay..." I smiled

"Your the Denali girl...the sister of Irina aren't you?" she asked

"It's Kate..."

"Nice to meet you Kate" she grinned "I'm Charlotte"

I looked down at her "How old are Charlotte?"
"Vampire wise uh.." she began thinking

"No..I mean age..."

"19..."

She was older than me yet she was so small. She seemed almost bird like...like a chicken...hah...chicken. I laughed to myself.

"Well...I guess I'll see you later Kate..." She turned to leave

I paused for a moment "...Charlotte"

"Hm?" she returned to face me

"How did you know..."

"Know what?" she frowned

"How did you know your mate was the one..."

"Who Peter...well..."

She paused to think before going on with her story.

"It all began in the summer of 1879, when I was returning from market. I passed a alleyway, and out the corner of my eye I saw something. I turned and saw him. For the first time in my life. And I was breath taken. He looked like he was carved from marble by god himself. He was watching me. And when our eyes locked, it felt like 100 butterflies where trapped inside me bursting to get out. I then approached him slowly, and we talked for a few moments before he was whisked away by Maria and Jasper. Later that month, barely 2 weeks after my first encounter with the man named Peter was I changed. You see I almost drowned in an attempt to douse the flames that where burning my home. After I had changed into what I am now, I some what hated Peter for a while, barely making him an acquaintance. We both thought as Maria's little soldiers, and I was consumed in hatred and I was blinded by hurt. When it came to my year mark, I barely remembered my feelings for him. Then he told me to run, I was confused the first time round but on the second run I listened and did so. Later that evening he confessed his love for me...I didn't know what to say so..."

We where both so lost in the story that neither of us had noticed Peter come up behind her so he took us both by surprise.

"SO..." he continued the story for her "you walked out...but you soon realized..."

"That you thought I was beautiful...and that you'd seen through my scars both mental and physical...and I saw through yours..." Charlotte grinned turning to face her mate intertwining her fingers with his.

"You don't know how beautiful you looked in that moonlight..." he whispered to her

For some reason all this lovey dovey rubbish didn't make me want to gag, like I usually did. It made me sad, I sighed slightly. I felt alone in this world. Even the two vampires with a rubbish begging found each other in the end. Even though Charlotte didn't have the best arms or neck ever Peter still told her she looked beautiful. Which if it was possible, would have bought me to tears.