She's Different
Roman's Point of View
I was met with the most dazzling pair of amethyst eyes. This young creature still had her eyes closed, so I took the opportunity to turn my eyes to the floor. I'd already had enough of scaring people by trying to look at them and I felt there was no need to scare such a beautiful vampire. My hands still held her petite shoulders and I felt a crowd begin to gather. Most likely to have a silent laugh at my expense when they saw the girl stare into my eyes and run of screaming for her life. Even though I was the Prince of Agard, there were some things that were beyond my control. Such as, people's thoughts of me. Although, I could manipulate them. From my harsh dealings with criminals to my non-existent sympathy when attending meetings with other clans to discuss their problems, I developed a reputation as a cold hearted, deadly vampire. This was a reputation I could live with, as it made sure others kept their distance, which I needed (although, would never admit out loud).
The young woman seemed quite frightened of me, which was expected for I had been holding her for a good 30 seconds yet she did not make a sound. I was beginning to feel my cold exterior crumble into the true awkwardness a 21 year old vampire possessed so decided to make the first move. 'Are you okay, Madam?', I asked in the most neutral voice possible. After a few seconds of her most likely deliberating whether or not to reply and my undead heart threatening to start beating again out of fear she replied, 'Yes, Mr...', followed by a long silence. I believe she was trying to figure out my name, which was surprising in itself as I would have thought everyone in the vampire realm knew of me, partly due to my exaggerated reputation. Thinking of how to extract myself out of this awkward situation the young woman did something no-one except those close to me had ever done. She cupped my cheek and forced my eyes to meet hers
2 seconds had passed, then 3. Yet no scream erupted from her plump lips. Her fingers on my cheek felt normal, as if my body was used to her touch. Yet, they still caused warmth to erupt within my body almost as if it was making up for the absence of her touch from me. Her long, luscious white hair still remained stuck under my fingers, feeling like silk, whilst she continued to make no attempt to leave. Her amethyst eyes seemed to be analysing me, glittering with the intensity of a star. Yet instead of feeling annoyed, I felt something akin to want. I wanted her to try and find out more about me. I wanted her to try and help me. I wanted her to try and understand me.
But nostalgia flooded me. Alexandria. This girl reminded me of a young girl I once used to know; Sophia. Seeing a face, similar to my past and Alexandria was causing me to lose control. I had to leave now. A blur later, I was now standing on top of the balcony. Air flooded my lungs and I felt the closest to being alive as possible. Who was this girl?- was the question on my mind. Forcing myself to relax, I knew I had to keep away from this girl. If I got to close to her, everything would unravel. I could not let that happen. For if I did, then the mystery of the people involved in the fire which killed the Queen of Perusa would unravel. I, as the Prince of Agard, vowed to not let that secret out. Not until I regained my beloved Alexandria atleast.
