The Good Way
THOMAS POV
"Class dismissed." I said to the night class that I taught in Pennsylvania. The boys in my class looked at me with disdain, as the few girls looked at me with lust in their eyes.
I smirked. I knew that I was handsome, and the Scottish accent didn't hurt either. I was a womanizer, and I didn't take no for an answer. Most of these girls would have been nice…."conquests" if they weren't my students.
But I loved my job, and I would do nothing to jeopardize it. That's why I made my home in the neighboring state of New York, where I could womanize as I please.
A petite blonde not much older than nineteen came up to me, leaned over and said, "Mr. Lennox, I don't know how to tell the difference between an innocent client and a guilty client in law….." Though I liked pretty girls, I could not stand dumb ones in the classroom. Maybe if she were at a bar…..
"Read the chapter, and maybe you will understand the terms, and also that it does not matter, because they are paying you," I concluded. She nodded and shimmied off. I sighed. I would never understand why father's sent their daughters to a university. They should stay at home and just cook, clean, and wait to be married.
I could never be married, and though it pained me, this was the price I had to pay, because I was a vampire. Sure, I've seen mated vampires, but it wasn't the same. They weren't legally married.
I gathered my things on that thought, and made my way outside. When I was sure that nobody was watching, I ran at vampire speed to New York. I had run for about half an hour, when I smelled the undeniable scent of vampire. Not just one, but two.
I followed the scent. Quietly of course. I heard a soft whispery voice say, "You could bewitch them into giving us jobs." Women, always trying to control men through their bodies. I was so annoyed that I forgot that I was being careful and I stepped behind them and in the process I also stepped on some unstable cobblestone.
They whirled around. "WHOA!" I shouted. The first thing I noticed was that they were both newborns. Whoever was their creator was breaking the law. Vampires are supposed to be responsible for their creations until the newborn year is up.
The tan one was positioning herself between me and the tall girl with the short red hair. The redheaded girl was staring at me in awe, obviously marveling at my god given looks. I smirked at her. She was pretty, and had a unique face. Big eyes, and high cheekbones.
The tan one tilted her head to look at her friend from her peripheral vision. "I mean you no harm. My name is Thomas." I winked at the redheaded one. She stopped breathing. The tan one kept tilting her head.
I was annoyed; that's when I really looked at her. She was gorgeous. That is not even the word to describe her looks. She had long hair down to her breast, and her eyes, though not large, were almond shaped, and placed perfectly on her face. The rest of her face was perfectly positioned.
She was maybe five foot five or maybe six. I couldn't tell with her leaning over. It was clear that God took his time making her. She suddenly gave me her full attention instead of the girl who was still not breathing.
She stood up straight, and looked at me like I was week old trash. It made me stand to my full length of six foot three. "What do you want?" she asked in a low whispery soprano voice.
Who did she think she was? "I live here. What do you want?" I meant for my voice to sound as menacing as hers', but it ended up sounding like I was being choked. I mentally cursed myself.
The redheaded girl was about to answer, when the yellow tan girl hissed at her. She became quiet. It was clear that the tan girl was pulling the strings here. "I asked you first." She said.
"Okay. Well I live here. My place is nearby, I was in the process of going there after work, when I caught your scent." I answered. Her eyes brightened, and her face became a little friendlier when I said work. It was amazing that becoming friendly could make her so much more attractive.
"You work?" she asked. "Where? And how did you find work, and-" I had to cut her off. She was asking so many questions. "Hold on there, doll, one question at a time!" I said with a smile. The redheaded one started giggling, and the tan one just smiled awkwardly.
Where were my manners? "I could answer any questions you have if you would like to accompany me to my home." I said. The tan one looked suspicious. "Perhaps we should get on first name basis." I said. I was getting annoyed of thing redhead and "the tan one." "I'm Jennifer. And this pretty girl here is Constance." She said.
Constance smiled at Jennifer, clearly forgiving her for hissing at her. "Okay, well if you would like to come, I could explain everything." I said to Jennifer. She stared long and hard at me. "If you try anything," She said. "You will be sorry." She finished. And I believed her.
CONSTANCE POV
Jennifer had agreed to go to Thomas's house. And I was grateful. We had no idea what to do now that we were here, and Thomas was kind of…..cute. He was definitely prejudiced, and over-confident with his looks, considering the way he smirked at me, when he caught me oogling at him like a fool.
We followed behind him, because Jennifer didn't trust him behind us. Every now and then, he would sneak a peek at Jennifer and then turn quickly around when Jennifer would catch him and glare at him.
Poor guy. I don't think that Jennifer liked….white men, well white people in general. With the exception of me of course! But Thomas was the kind of guy that could make any girl convert. He was tall, he had shaggy brown hair that almost looked black against his pale skin.
He had ginormous eyes, and thin full lips, if that was even possible. His nose was long and straight, and he had a decent build. Not too muscular, but not thin either. And his eye color was the weirdest shade of gold.
I looked at Jennifer. By the look on her face, she was probably thinking about the eye color. Thomas also looked a little older. Like late twenties.
We finally reached his "house." If you could call it that. It looked like a medieval castle, and it was in the countryside of New York. "Welcome to Castle Lennox." He said proudly.
JENNIFER POV
I was agitated, because Thomas kept glancing at me with his strange yellow eyes. It unnerved me the way he looked at me. It reminded me of the way the overseers had looked at me, before they violated me; intense and longing.
It took all the control I could muster not to disintegrate him right where he stood. As we casually ran, I noticed that we were not in the city anymore, but the countryside of New York.
It was beautiful, but I tried to keep my composure, unlike a few minutes ago when I asked a million questions at a time. We finally got to this huge looking castle that only existed in the made up stories. "Welcome Castle Lennox." Thomas said a little too pleased with himself.
But I couldn't hide my amazement. It was a grand home. Constance started bouncing on her feet. She was happy, and it brought me joy to know that she was happy. "Shall we?" Thomas said, extending his arm in front of him. "Show us the way," I answered, not willing to have him behind us.
He nodded and walked in front of us. The inside of the house was amazing. It had double staircase like the main house at Lowell's Plantation, and the windows were wide. There were candles that lit up the halls, and the floor was made of marble. The entire house was white, but it didn't feel cold. It was cozy and warm. It felt like a real home.
I looked to Thomas to show us the way. He was staring at me to make sure I was impressed. And by the smug look on his face, I would say that by my expression he was satisfied. I was annoyed. "Are you going to show us around, or are you just going to stand there," I said rudely, even for me.
He looked taken aback, and then quickly hid his shock by saying, "Of course, right this way." Constance stifled a laugh at us. I don't know what she thought was funny.
After he finished the tour, he showed us up to his library.
"Your questions?' He asked. I sat down at his desk and asked away. Like he was the servant and I was the one in charge. He raised an eyebrow.
"Where do you work?" I asked. He nodded and said, "Easy. I work at the University of Pennsylvania as a teacher of Law." He answered. Constance tilted her head. "Isn't that university in Pennsylvania? Why do you live in New York?" She asked. Good question.
He hesitated before answering, "I like to get away from it all." I didn't care. "How did you get the job?" I asked. He looked at me like I was stupid, which made me angry. "I applied..?" He answered with applied curving up like a question.
"How did you apply?" I asked. When I asked that question, he seemed to realize that my pale yellow skin meant that I was previously a colored person in my human life. It was my turn to raise my eyebrow. "I will help you in any way I know how to, Jennifer….And Constance." He finished.
He was looking at me intensely, and though I knew he meant me no harm, it still made me skittish. Like he was the overseer and I was the helpless slave girl again. "Thank you," I said, because I knew he was sincere. My magic could tell me that much.
"One more question," I said.
"Just one more?" He asked Constance seemed to know what I would ask because she asked for me. "Why are your eyes that strange color?"
He smiled. "I feed on the blood of animals. It makes me feel less like a murderer." I rolled my eyes. What did he know about murder? "Hey now," He said to me, "Maybe you should try it first. Animal blood isn't that bad." He finished. "And if you are to live with me until I can get you a job, you will need to feed on animal blood."
I've had animal blood before, those poor horses, but it wasn't the same as human blood. Oh well, whatever it takes to get a respectable job. I nodded, and young pretty Constance clapped her hands.
"I'll show you to your rooms." He said, his eyes never leaving mine. Again, this made me nervous and standoffish. I just didn't like the way he looked at me. I glared.
Constance room was across mine. It was a very girlish room, like the one a princess would have. It was all white like the rest of the house, but it had furs, and fluffy decorations throughout. Constance squealed. And we all laughed.
My room was all white, but for some reason, I wasn't really feeling that color in my personal space. I channeled the magic in my veins, and willed the room to turn orange. My favorite color. The furniture remained white, but the walls slowly began darkening to a sunset color.
Thomas gasped. "You are gifted," He said. I ignored him, one because it was obvious, and two, because I didn't want to meet his intense gaze. I hated to admit I, but it frightened me.
Instead I focused on the now lively room. "Well I suppose we should all call it a night." I said. I will see you two tomorrow when we go hunt. Good night. I gave Constance a hug, which she gladly returned, and then shut the door behind me.
THOMAS POV
I said good night as Jennifer slammed the door in my face. Constance looked at me apologetically, and then closed her door.
As I walked to my office, I thought about Jennifer, and all the difficulty she must have endured as a slave. I have never been one for slavery, I have always thought it wrong. This revelation made me want her all the more. And more than just the physical.
She was also gifted. She changed the walls of her room, and I had a feeling she could do more than that. I was certain of one thing though, I was head over heels in love with Ms. Jennifer. And I was going to make sure that this Job hunting process would take an extremely long time. Long enough to make her fall in love with me too.
A/N: Yay! Constance and Jennifer now have a home. Thomas who thought would never love, has indeed fallen in love with Jennifer. Jennifer is creeped out by Thomas and his endless staring….See what happens next. I will probably introduce some new characters, and a love interest for Constance. Maria will be in the next chapter to try and get Jennifer to come back. So there will also be some action in the next chapter. YAY. So stay tuned please, and I enjoy your reviews and ideas, so please do review. I appreciate it. Thank you.