We are now on Fred's POV. Originally, I was going to make it ten chapters but seeing as the chapters are long, I may just cut those chapters in half. However, if you guys want ten chapters then I'll give you ten chapters but they may be shorter, hopefully at least. If you guys want half of that and already want Fred to meet Imelda, well it's up to you guys really. Hope you enjoy!
Three days. Three long, painful days where he had no contact from Imelda whatsoever and she promised him she was going to call.
"Dude, relax. She's a human. She needs to recharge and she sleeps and eat."
"I know." Fred answered grumpily to Diego's casual talk of her. He was annoyed that Diego was just sitting in a tree, looking around as Fred paced back and forth which involved him walking through the trees, splintering them into pieces and he didn't even feel it.
He was feeling something about Imelda's lack of contact. She hadn't called him, texted him or anything and he didn't like it. Not one bit. She would say that he was worried or anxious and maybe he was. But he didn't care about analyzing his feelings right now.
He cared about one thing and that was Imelda. Diego jumped to another tree, the branches creaking as he held onto it, scaring a few birds that flew up into the sky cawing in fear. "Bree's coming."
Fred noted how Diego's voice seemed to warm and change whenever he talked about Bree. Fred didn't understand how that could happen but he heard it in Imelda's voice whenever she talked about Fred or when she was in the apartment and thought he wasn't near, he could hear her clearly writing down on paper, sighing his name before laughing quietly.
He didn't understand why she did that if it was just his name but he still liked how she said his name. He liked how his name on her tongue sounded different than the way Diego and Bree said his name. It wasn't the same, he knew that and could not find the logical fact as to why that was.
Bree told him it was love but Fred couldn't completely understand why love had to change everything, even the way Imelda said his name but that didn't mean he didn't like it.
Because he did. He liked it a lot.
"Hey," He heard Bree say, appearing next to Diego, who was smiling at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world and kissed her, their lips scraping across each other. Fred felt something stir in his body, something he didn't like.
He didn't have a name for this feeling but he did not like seeing Diego kiss Bree while he couldn't even kiss Imelda because she was away on a trip.
"So, did you guys go hunting?" She asked, pulling away from Diego before jumping down from the tree and landing on the ground with a crouch before standing up.
"I tried but Mr. Grumpy here wouldn't stay still. Kept scaring away the game with that power of his."
"I am not Grumpy." Fred said and instinctively used his power to force Diego away. Diego gagged and jumped to the roof of the house that they had found, gagging. Bree winced before jumping up onto the roof next to Diego and Fred pulled back his power.
"Told you." Diego mumbled.
"Leave him alone. His mate's been gone for a while." Bree said before smiling down at Fred, her eyes red from having just fed.
Fred felt irritated that they were talking about him like he wasn't there and decided to leave. In one second, he was already at the apartment building, standing in front of it as the wind flew past him from having moved so fast.
He vaguely could hear Bree and Diego talking but ignored them. He wanted to be alone and to think. He missed Imelda. He knew he did and he was itching to go after her scent and track her down to where she was and watch over her.
He could do it, too. He knew that. She was a human and he was a vampire. She would never know he was there unless he used his power, which made it seem like she knew he was doing it but wasn't repulsed by it. In fact, she was attracted by it even more.
He could not find one logical explanation for it and it annoyed him. He liked things direct and with facts to back up his words. But since meeting Imelda, he was changing. He wasn't so quick to say things or view things in a scientific way like before. He was learning to trust his emotions.
All because of her.
He could feel a smile forming on his face and his body tingling with the thought of her name. He didn't know why he had these physical reactions to her but he did and at first, it used to terrify him but now, he liked it. He actually was expecting these reactions whenever he thought about her.
He could view her face so clearly, those aqua eyes that had so many emotions in them that it left him confused and fearful of them but the more he stared into those eyes, the easier it got to associate the emotions, give them a name and realize it was he who brought out those emotions in her eyes.
She had said it was just him but he didn't believe. Not completely but deep down he knew it was because of him. He looked up at her window, taking in a breath to tease out her scent and got it, faint but enough for him to know some part of her was still here.
He could still remember the first day he heard her. He wouldn't lie and say he didn't already heard her coming before she came into view. Because he had. Because the wind has moved and brought a scent that perked up his interest, one that made the fire in his throat burn.
He was hungry, looking for the right person to feed and was using his power to push away people so he could concentrate. But that scent was distracting him. It was appealing to him but not enough for him want to follow that scent that belonged to a person and drink his blood. It wasn't a scent that would make him want to lose control.
But it did attract him for some reason. Because behind the scent was a whiff of fear and worry. One that a human wouldn't normally have unless he was about to drink their blood.
The closer the person who carried that scent, the girl because her scent was more feminine than the male one, the more she had begun to relax and Fred had found that confusing. Her body was relaxing, he could hear the blood flow diminishing, her heart slowing down the closer she got to the park.
Then he saw her out of the corner of his eyes. She was in a big, burly black coat that looked like it was going to swallow her whole, carrying that book bag on her shoulders. She had almost a soft smile on her face that made Fred's insides do something that he did not like.
It wasn't thirst even though his throat was burning with so many scents and hearts pumping blood.
It was something else and he did not like it.
She stepped into the park, opening her eyes as she continued to walk. Walking straight towards him while everyone else was avoiding him like the plague. She closed her eyes, her feet never stumbling and he thought that a human would always stumble with eyes closed unless they knew by heart where they were going and even then, it wouldn't be long before they would start to trip because their eyes weren't helping them with their balance.
But this girl whose scent was stronger now was still walking towards and she wasn't running away. He frowned and something stirred in him as he saw her body towards him, something that made him wary. He increased his power, wondering if she wasn't close enough to feel it.
She faltered and Fred started to relax because he knew now that she was going to run away now, smelling a stench that would make her sick. But when her eyes opened, he heard her heart slow down very fast, in shock before picking up speed, faster now and he could smell the fear coming off of her as she stood there.
He didn't know what to make of this. It was almost as if she couldn't feel his power but that was impossible. Everyone could feel it. Even Bree and Diego and they also had trouble resisting it. He saw her eyes skitter away before he saw her body turn away as if getting ready to leave and he felt something inside grip his chest, something scary and he didn't like it.
He pushed this unknown emotion away, focusing on the girl. He was confused and intrigued when she stopped and frowned, looking at people moving away from him, making a big circle to not smell him and he knew she was looking at them but he didn't know why.
She was supposed to be running away, not looking around, frowning, as if she couldn't smell his stench, which was actually his power, and not be affected by it. He heard her heart race and could smell the sweat gathering in her palms, and heard the heat rising in her body as her fear rose high and he could not understand why she was like this.
His mind began to race with hypothesis and calculations. Perhaps she was one of those human who could sense that he was not really human, maybe on a subconscious level she knew he was not normal and her body was reacting it, letting her know in an effort to get her away from the danger.
Maybe she was sensing he was not normal, her body was reacting and making her leave.
But what threw him off even more was that instead of leaving or running away, she had turned and was walking towards him. He could see her body tensing, her heart racing, her breaths coming fast until he heard her take in deep breaths in an effort to calm herself down. He saw her reach into the coat pocket, reaching in to touch something that was metallic and with harsh chemicals.
Pepper spray, he thought.
Her heart did slow down but not enough. He could hear it pounding away like a freight train and he could not understand why. He was using his power and yet she was not running to the hills or gagging at the smell. What were the statistics of a human resisting him when his coven mates could not even ignore his power?
One in a billion, maybe.
He saw her get closer and freeze momentarily before jerking her head back and moving to seat at the bench. The bench he was sitting in. He saw her sit at the far end of the bench, her heart pounding away. She was still tense as she placed the bag she was carrying between her legs, taking a very worn book and he could see so many scratches on it, the words on the page nearly worn through like water having run down the ink.
She didn't seem to mind it though and he knew his eyesight was better than a human's. Humans' eye sight were poor, like a blind person and his sight was that of a hawk. He could see everything. Even the scratches on the windows of the cars and on glasses that seemed clean and perfect in a humans' eyes. It was annoying.
He frowned at her, trying to figure out the equation that was sitting in front of him. She was a problem and he had to find a solution, an answer as to why she was not running away from him and yet her fear was still coating her scent heavily like a blanket.
He was frustrated and yet curious about her. Then, she did something that really threw him off. She offered a small smile before turning back to that book she was holding in her hands, her face filling with blood as her heart raced again.
That smile did something to his insides, making it flip and twist and he hated it. He did not like it nor did he know what to do with this thing going on and with the girl sitting next to him. He saw her reach into her pocket for the pepper spray and he immediately could smell the fear leaving like the waves from the sands. Her heart had slowed down and her blood cooled down considerably, keeping her warm.
She was no longer tensing and he realized that the pepper spray she had in her pocket made her feel safe and he knew that humans usually had some kind of object that kept them feeling safe and comforted. But for this girl, it was the pepper spray and he found it odd.
But then again, humans were always odd even when he was human and in Stanford. He didn't like people and hated being their attention. He was a loner. He liked being alone.
His throat flared up and he caught a scent, coated with drugs and he hated tasting the drugs in the blood but he was thirsty and he had to feed. Giving one more glance at the girl, he found he was reluctant to leave but forced himself away and found the scent, grabbed the human into an empty alley, draining his body of blood, the fire in his throat cooling down until it was just a dull ache, dumped the body in the water and he went back to park, hiding in a tree.
Only a few seconds had passed and when he was back, her phone had beeped and she jumped, heart jumping in fright before she recovered herself. She was looking back at the bench, frowning and her scent no longer burned his throat but it reminded him of the ache in his throat, reminding him of his recent hunt.
He used his power and saw her falter, looking around before she continued walking away and he followed her, hiding in the trees, his curiosity overriding his logical side for once and he saw her reach a building. Immediately, her heart raced and fear flooded her veins until she reached into her pocket and held the pepper spray.
She had calmed down as she went in. He heard her footsteps walking up the stairs to the top floor, heard the jangle of keys as she placed it in the lock, the lock clicking loud like a gun shot as she went it, closed the door and heard her lock everything around her apartment. Her footsteps were muffled on the carpet as she double checked before he heard her arms move down to her shirt and began tugging it off.
He felt his body go into shock and get warm before he was already running away, no longer hearing her taking off her clothes which made his mind race and offer images he had no interest of looking at. He ignored it all as he reached to the house.
Bree's and Diego's scent were hours old and he knew they had gone hunting and Fred had stayed on top of the house, calculating and wondering on how to solve this problem, on how to figure out who the girl was and why she could resist him.
But mostly, he was curious and wanted to see her again. Soon enough, the more times she saw her, the harder it was for him to concentrate on what he was supposed to do than what he wanted to do. He didn't know when he stopped looking at her like she was scientific problem but as a person. As a human being.
As a woman.
He couldn't help explain why his brain was always giving him images of her and him together, holding each other, kissing each other. He tried his damnedest to separate his urges from what he needed but she somehow had gotten under his skin and changed everything. She had accepted him when he couldn't even accept himself as a vampire. Maybe it was because she was the only human to have fought against his power and succeeded, maybe she was the only one who could understand his need to be alone and away from people, maybe it was because she was like a breath of fresh air whenever he saw her and he had begun to relax around her.
Maybe it was their first kiss. A kiss he had no hope of understanding but only know that her lips looked so full and plump that he just wanted to know how she tasted and how it would feel against his own.
Whatever it was, he had fallen in love and he didn't care.
"On breaking news, reports state that they have found a smashed blue Honda wrapped around a tree with no visible survivors on lane 81 near Hemingway Road. It appears the car has not been noticed for three day until a civilian had decided to use the forest to take a bathroom break and found the car."
Fred frowned. Imelda had been riding a blue Honda car and she was heading that way but it couldn't be her. She promised him she would be okay. "Here we have the owner of the car who apparently lent this car to his employee and said his employee never responded to his calls or messages."
Something inside of Fred made him freeze with dread before he was already flying down the entire 6 blocks and up into a tree in a quarter of a second that was sitting near a house where the news was coming from. The owner had drugs in his system and it reeked in his entire house. It didn't help that the woman was drugged up and had her scent of arousal thickening in the house.
Fred held his breath, ignoring the scents as he listened in on the T.V, the crackling following the words that humans could never pick up on.
"I was worried when she hadn't replied back. I make it a strict policy to ensure the safety of my employee, especially when going on a business for me. The first day she hadn't answered, I wasn't too worried because I assumed she was resting. It would have been a long ride if she wanted to get there on time. But by the second day, she still hadn't answered and unfortunately, I didn't think too much of it but I was already calling her but she never answered."
Don't let it be. Don't let it be true.
"Police on scene have found no evidence of someone around the vicinity of the car. However, they did find a ripped piece of cloth, presumably from the victim."
Fred's body was tensing up, his mind racing with possibilities that had his heart refusing it.
"Results are inconclusive at the moment and there are no signs of survivors. Was it an ill-fated accident? Was it murder? Was it suicide? Nothing can be determined but the girl who is now considered missing is called Imelda Sanchez, age eighteen, she has aqua colored eyes..."
Fred was gone, already running to Bree and Diego. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't. Imelda was safe and sound. She was running late, that was all.
But why hadn't she answered her phone? Why hadn't she called you?
Fred's scientific mind was already telling him that it was her, because she was the one driving the blue Honda car, she was going onto that highway, she was the one who hadn't contacted him for three days. Logically, he knew it was Imelda but emotionally, he didn't want to accept it, he didn't want to believe.
The logic and emotion in him were crashing, rolling over each other.
"Whoa, where's the fire?" Diego said as Fred jumped onto the roof where he and Bree were. Bree frowned as she looked at him.
"What's wrong?" She asked him, frowning at him and he did not want to tell her. He did not want to believe.
"Dude you look like you saw a ghost or something. "Diego replied as he stood next to Fred.
Ghosts aren't real. It is a myth.
He wanted to say but found his throat burning and not because of his thirst.
"Fred, is everything okay?" Bree asked stepping closer but he had moved away.
"Imelda. She's gone. They found her things." He choked out, dread and terror filling his bones. It couldn't be true. It couldn't.
"Shit." Diego said and Fred had started to choke out his emotions. He wished he could cry but he couldn't. He was a vampire.
Imelda was gone and he had no clue if she was alive or dead.
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