Part 7
(Catalina)
The jolt of electricity that struck me when I grabbed Devin's bare wrist was totally unprepared for. I was routed to the spot, kneeling on top of him.
Something very strange was happening. It was more of a mental sensation than a physical one. Some sort of channel was opening up between us, trying to link us together.
Devin had somehow managed to sit up. He was staring at me, as much in shock as I was. He didn't understand anymore than I did. What the hell was *happening*?
Devin raised his hand fingers splayed out like a starfish. Without knowing what I was doing I mirrored his movements. When our hands touched something silver flared brightly, wrapping around our intertwined fingers.
~What is this?~ It was Devin's thought, but it was inside my mind.
I shook my head, fascinated and frightened at the same time. We were in our own little word and nothing else mattered anymore. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this.
Devin leaned forward, taking me in his strong, muscular arms. I let him hold me and buried my face in his shoulders.
His arms were so warm and protective. I'd never felt peace like this before. I raised my head to look at him. I could see wonder and amazement in his eyes.
There was a word for this kind of connection. I had heard it described before, but had never really believed it existed. Until now.
"Soulmates," I whispered.
I moved forward to kiss him, but at that moment Devin shoved me away roughly. The connection was broken. Devin scrambled to his feet.
Slowly I stood up. "What?" I asked.
He was shaking his head, his expression a mixture of hunger and disbelief. "No," he spat. "*No*!"
I was confused. One minute he was hot, the next he was cold. "No *what*?" I snapped, getting annoyed.
"You're a *vampire*," he snarled at me.
I stared at him for several minutes. Then reality hit me like a ton of bricks. He was a vampire hunter. I was a vampire. We were soulmates. But could never be together.
"Of course," I said harshly. "You've got *Marcie*. What more could a man want?"
If he was smart he wouldn't tell Marcie what had gone on between us, would he?
Devin shook his head. "That's not it. You're - and I'm - "
I spread my arms wide for the second time that night. "Kill me then."
He stared at me and shook his head. "I'll let you go this time. Next time I won't be so generous." He turned his back on me. "Go away, Catalina. Run."
I turned away, angry and hurt. I didn't run, I just walked away, leaving him with the dead body. This wasn't fair. Soulmates was supposed to be a good thing.
Now I knew the truth. It was just a hoax, and a waste of time, like everything else. If Devin wanted to be a bastard about the whole thing, let him be.
I wouldn't be "so generous" the next time I saw him. I'd kill him before he killed me.
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(Catalina)
The jolt of electricity that struck me when I grabbed Devin's bare wrist was totally unprepared for. I was routed to the spot, kneeling on top of him.
Something very strange was happening. It was more of a mental sensation than a physical one. Some sort of channel was opening up between us, trying to link us together.
Devin had somehow managed to sit up. He was staring at me, as much in shock as I was. He didn't understand anymore than I did. What the hell was *happening*?
Devin raised his hand fingers splayed out like a starfish. Without knowing what I was doing I mirrored his movements. When our hands touched something silver flared brightly, wrapping around our intertwined fingers.
~What is this?~ It was Devin's thought, but it was inside my mind.
I shook my head, fascinated and frightened at the same time. We were in our own little word and nothing else mattered anymore. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this.
Devin leaned forward, taking me in his strong, muscular arms. I let him hold me and buried my face in his shoulders.
His arms were so warm and protective. I'd never felt peace like this before. I raised my head to look at him. I could see wonder and amazement in his eyes.
There was a word for this kind of connection. I had heard it described before, but had never really believed it existed. Until now.
"Soulmates," I whispered.
I moved forward to kiss him, but at that moment Devin shoved me away roughly. The connection was broken. Devin scrambled to his feet.
Slowly I stood up. "What?" I asked.
He was shaking his head, his expression a mixture of hunger and disbelief. "No," he spat. "*No*!"
I was confused. One minute he was hot, the next he was cold. "No *what*?" I snapped, getting annoyed.
"You're a *vampire*," he snarled at me.
I stared at him for several minutes. Then reality hit me like a ton of bricks. He was a vampire hunter. I was a vampire. We were soulmates. But could never be together.
"Of course," I said harshly. "You've got *Marcie*. What more could a man want?"
If he was smart he wouldn't tell Marcie what had gone on between us, would he?
Devin shook his head. "That's not it. You're - and I'm - "
I spread my arms wide for the second time that night. "Kill me then."
He stared at me and shook his head. "I'll let you go this time. Next time I won't be so generous." He turned his back on me. "Go away, Catalina. Run."
I turned away, angry and hurt. I didn't run, I just walked away, leaving him with the dead body. This wasn't fair. Soulmates was supposed to be a good thing.
Now I knew the truth. It was just a hoax, and a waste of time, like everything else. If Devin wanted to be a bastard about the whole thing, let him be.
I wouldn't be "so generous" the next time I saw him. I'd kill him before he killed me.
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