Hey guys! Another chapter, the story goes on… I just wanted to thank you all for reading by letting you in on a little secret: Aleandra is actually me when I'm in a really bad mood. But don't worry, I'm not quite as manipulative as she is.
Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself…
The main difference would probably be that she is a LOT more good looking than I am.
Chapter 6
I almost hated her for making me do this.
Almost? No, I did hate her, in a way. I felt like I was being controlled by an outside force, unable to resist. I despised it. For hundreds of years, I had been the one controlling my fate. Me, and no one else. I could do whatever I wanted, and no one ever tried to stop me. I was, and had always been, on of the oldest of our kind. The others, the ones who had walked this earth for as long as I had, did not do anything, either. They knew as well as I did that if any of the Old Ones started a fight with another, it would be a disaster.
Most of us Old Ones preferred loneliness, anyway, so it was never a problem.
But she… She had enchanted me. It was so powerful it felt sensual. It wasn't in any way painful, rather the contrary. I wanted to go to her, wanted her.
She had enchanted me, made me helpless and that made me furious.
So now, without being able to do anything about it, I was sitting in her windowsill again. Having climbed up the wall, again, not really caring if anyone saw me. Watching her sleep.
It was a strange feeling, the need to protect her and rip her throat out in the same time.
I knew I could not kill her. I was interested in this way of living. Living with the humans. It was easier than living in the wild. Here, I could get food without a fight. It didn't matter at all it was not human blood. The sole reason a lot of our kind preferred it was because of the hunt, not the blood. It didn't taste that different. No, it was the predator in us who enjoyed hunting the humans, seeing the terror in their eyes and smelling their fear. I enjoyed it, to, of course. But I had done it before. I had hunted them. And I had come to the conclusion that it wasn't worth it. Then I preferred being able to live among them.
It was, in short, more comfortable this way.
And now she made me risk it. Made me risk it all. That didn't mean much, I could start over, somewhere else. Now that I knew how it was done. But the mere fact that she had so much power over me was enough to contribute to my wrath.
She hadn't moved in about ten minutes. It seemed like the right time to do it.
I landed on the floor with a soft thump. Felt my body go stiff. No, it was okay – she didn't move. I walked the two meters to her bed, looked down on her.
She opened her eyes.
At first, I panicked. Stupid. Such a small thing should not even make me upset, but my body didn't care about that. It only lasted for about thirty seconds, and then I got mad. At myself. How could I not have noticed? Her breathing had been a little to fast, her smell not really that of a sleeping person. But I had been to wrapped up in my own thoughts.
"I knew it was you." Her voice wasn't angry, but calm. Like I had just confirmed what she had already known. Her body had stiffened, though; tense, ready. The part of her soul that was truly a vampire had taken charge.
"You have been awake the whole time, haven't you?" Even in my anger and frustration, I could admire her trick. She was intelligent, no question about it.
"Yes."
"How did you know I was coming?" She raised one eyebrow. Now she sat up, and I noticed something I had not noticed before; she was not wearing the big, white T-shirt. Instead she was wearing a tight, white top and a pair of knee long, black pants in some kind of soft material. Ergo, clothes she could easily move in, if a fight became necessary.
"You left a little souvenir last night. A hair. It certainly wasn't mine." Now I felt like laughing. She had actually drawn that conclusion from a single hair? And figured out it was me? Dear lord, she really was special.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" I knew she hadn't. If she had, she wouldn't have been prepared in the way she was.
"Why should I? This is no ones business but yours and mine. Now I'll let you explain why you are in my room in the middle of the night. And how you got here. Trust me, you better tell me the truth." The or else was definitely there. She didn't need to say it out loud.
"I'm here because you make me curious. You are not like the other mortals." It was clear my words was not what she had expected. Her eyes widened, ever so slightly. A human would not have noticed. She had a good deal of self control, this Aleandra.
"And how did you get here?" Her voice sharp.
"Through the window. But you already know that." She tossed her head.
"That is impossible." It was not a denial. It was a challenge.
I smiled, showing her my fangs.
"What are you?" she whispered. She wasn't scared, she was astonished. And, deep in of her eyes, I could see a slight trace of recognition.
"I'm what you would call a vampire. But, I suspect, that you know that to." She didn't confirm it, but she didn't deny it, either. She stood up. Her face looked very pale in the moonlight, her hair untidy after pretending to sleep. Maybe she had even ruffled her hair deliberately, in an attempt to make her act more realistic.
Alendra stared up in my face, fascinated. There was no fear at all in her face, in her movement. And then I realized it; she was just as attracted to me as I was to her.
"A vampire?" she whispered, her voice soft. Eyes wide open, studying my features.
I couldn't stand it.
I grabbed her neck and pressed my lips against hers. Not as much a kiss as a provocation. A mixture of hate, of anger and of intense physical attraction.
She didn't react as I had expected. Instead, she kissed me back, almost as furiously as I kissed her. Throwing her arms around my neck, pressing her body against mine.
It could just as well have been a fight. It was a war, a showdown. Who was he most powerful? Who had the upper hand?
I broke free, staring violently at her. She met my gaze without flinching.
I got out through the window. I didn't know what would happen if I stayed a minute longer.
It had ended in a draw.
For this time.
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Yours truly,
Mickasala)
