He stepped away from the shadows. With his canine teeth extending and his
eyes frantically changing colors he murmured "Hello there." She whirled
around and gasped. Her eyes widened in fear. He took a step towards her.
She backed up against a tree dropping her umbrella. "Looks like I've got
you trapped," he said huskily. Water was dripping down his face from his
hair. The wind increased her pace, yet through this all Tristian felt
nothing. He was dead after all. The rain got heavier as he advanced towards
her. Her eyes were nervously darting around. It struck him odd that she
hadn't screamed yet. Even with her mouth closing and opening, she didn't
make a sound. She was shivering, whether from fear or coldness he didn't
know, and didn't care. Hunger was starting to overtake him. Suddenly her
foot made contact with his private and she took off running, dropping her
sodas as well as her purse. "Damn," he snarled racing after her ignoring
the ceasing pain in his pants. He caught up to her easily, and grabbed her
shoulder. "Naughty naughty," he hissed in her ear before he bit her neck
hard. The funny thing was as soon as he touched her skin with his, the
world went white.
His shields were down, he frantically realized as he hurriedly tried to put them back. ("Oh no. NO NO NO!") he yelled mentally. The harder he pulled, the more painful it got. He started panicking, something he'd forgotten over the time. He tried to pull back all of his memories, his past, that were overflowing from his mind. He felt her fear running through him. Her mind pulling back frantically back as well. He felt her tremble in his arms, then she was limp. (Oh god, not me) he begged. His strength evaporated as he continued to struggle against it. (This can't be happening to me!) Images floated past him. Images that escaped his grasp from his past; images of the girl sitting by herself, watching movies, feelings of anger and hatred covered up in grief and sensitivity, self-consciousness, as well as loneliness. The whirl of images made him dizzy, they came faster and faster surrounding him.
A scene from his past unraveled. His old village sprung up. It was the day Maya had changed him and Jonah. Bodies and blood was everywhere, his family, his friends. He and Jonah didn't know what was happening, couldn't control their actions. When they became conscious of their surrounding, they had cried with grief, and that's how Maya had found them. Trained them. (NO!) he screamed at the memory. It didn't stop there. Another memory came up only this time it was hers. Her mind had no shields on so everything was floating around him. It looked like a birthday party. It was hers, she didn't look too happy. A woman, her mother, was yelling at her. Everyone was staring, but she didn't do anything. She stood there glancing at her father for help. He stared back stricken, then tried to calm her mother down. He felt something inside him, pity? Maybe concern? (NO) He pulled and pulled. Nothing.nothing but pain.
He didn't know when it stopped, he just found himself in the park once more, holding the girl who seemed to be unconscious. His head pounded painfully. The rain had stopped by then, the wind had died down as well. He shook his head trying to focus. He suddenly remembered everything and jumped away from her. She lay still on the ground completely soaking wet. Her hair gathered near her cheek crunching together forming curls. The moon's light reflected on her pale skin. Closing his eyes he remembered the memories he had buried over time. Remembered her memories that she had buried too. Shivering he wondered what to do. He could leave her here, but he didn't think he could do it, plus she'd remember him. Cursing to himself he picked her up ignoring the mist the started to engulf him. Picking up her things as well he ran towards her apartment he'd seen images of. "I'll just make her forget me. Not that she remembers being it is that she passed out. Yes that's it. I'll erase her memory and fill it in for her. I'll make it so that she'll remember getting home and falling asleep. That way I don't have to ever worry about her. Chicago is a big place, no chance of me running into her again," he rambled crazily to himself. He couldn't come to face that he had a soulmate, much less a human soulmate.
He reached her apartment in no time and after carefully checking the hallways, he ducked into her room. The door wasn't locked. What could you be thinking? He asked the girl mentally, then cursed himself for having cared. "Yes. Now just leave her here," he told himself as he scanned the room. It was pretty small. There was one bedroom attached to the bathroom. The living room was directly across the door and the kitchen was a small space with a stove and a sink across from the bedroom. "No. She's all muddy. And wet. She'll notice it." Then he realized he was dripping water on the floor. Cursing himself again for being so stupid, he put her down and took off his clothes, carefully placing them near the door. He looked for something to dry him up and spotted a towel. Crossing the room, he grabbed it and dried himself.
The girl was soaking wet as well. Her hair and clothes had gotten muddy. An idea formed quickly in his head. He picked her up once more and stripped her off her clothes. Then with only her bra and nice blue underwear on he placed her in the bathtub. Turning the water on and letting it fill the tub with warm water, he stepped back, and stared. Even for a human she was beautiful. Her curves were soft and her skin. His breathing became harsh. Get this done now before you do something stupid you'll regret later, he commanded himself. Ignoring his manly urges he turned away from her and waited. After the tub was full he turned around again closing his eyes, he washed out her hair. He remembered the color of her eyes looking at him terrified in the park. They had been a dark greenish color that went well with her pitch-black hair; she was a little bit shorter than him too.
He smiled at the memory, then frowned at his thoughts. Already the girl consumed them. What was wrong with him? After he'd cleaned her hair, he picked her up, dried her, and placed her on the bed. He searched for something to clothe her in. Swallowing nervously he took of her wet bra, and hastily covered it with a shirt, but not before he got to closely admire her. Then covering her with some pajamas he found, he left in a hurry. He didn't think he could stay another minute near her without losing his cool. He dried everything up and quickly tapped into her mind erasing him from it. Then getting dressed he ran back out into the rain and wandered aimlessly in the night, something he was used to doing, but tonight it was different.
His shields were down, he frantically realized as he hurriedly tried to put them back. ("Oh no. NO NO NO!") he yelled mentally. The harder he pulled, the more painful it got. He started panicking, something he'd forgotten over the time. He tried to pull back all of his memories, his past, that were overflowing from his mind. He felt her fear running through him. Her mind pulling back frantically back as well. He felt her tremble in his arms, then she was limp. (Oh god, not me) he begged. His strength evaporated as he continued to struggle against it. (This can't be happening to me!) Images floated past him. Images that escaped his grasp from his past; images of the girl sitting by herself, watching movies, feelings of anger and hatred covered up in grief and sensitivity, self-consciousness, as well as loneliness. The whirl of images made him dizzy, they came faster and faster surrounding him.
A scene from his past unraveled. His old village sprung up. It was the day Maya had changed him and Jonah. Bodies and blood was everywhere, his family, his friends. He and Jonah didn't know what was happening, couldn't control their actions. When they became conscious of their surrounding, they had cried with grief, and that's how Maya had found them. Trained them. (NO!) he screamed at the memory. It didn't stop there. Another memory came up only this time it was hers. Her mind had no shields on so everything was floating around him. It looked like a birthday party. It was hers, she didn't look too happy. A woman, her mother, was yelling at her. Everyone was staring, but she didn't do anything. She stood there glancing at her father for help. He stared back stricken, then tried to calm her mother down. He felt something inside him, pity? Maybe concern? (NO) He pulled and pulled. Nothing.nothing but pain.
He didn't know when it stopped, he just found himself in the park once more, holding the girl who seemed to be unconscious. His head pounded painfully. The rain had stopped by then, the wind had died down as well. He shook his head trying to focus. He suddenly remembered everything and jumped away from her. She lay still on the ground completely soaking wet. Her hair gathered near her cheek crunching together forming curls. The moon's light reflected on her pale skin. Closing his eyes he remembered the memories he had buried over time. Remembered her memories that she had buried too. Shivering he wondered what to do. He could leave her here, but he didn't think he could do it, plus she'd remember him. Cursing to himself he picked her up ignoring the mist the started to engulf him. Picking up her things as well he ran towards her apartment he'd seen images of. "I'll just make her forget me. Not that she remembers being it is that she passed out. Yes that's it. I'll erase her memory and fill it in for her. I'll make it so that she'll remember getting home and falling asleep. That way I don't have to ever worry about her. Chicago is a big place, no chance of me running into her again," he rambled crazily to himself. He couldn't come to face that he had a soulmate, much less a human soulmate.
He reached her apartment in no time and after carefully checking the hallways, he ducked into her room. The door wasn't locked. What could you be thinking? He asked the girl mentally, then cursed himself for having cared. "Yes. Now just leave her here," he told himself as he scanned the room. It was pretty small. There was one bedroom attached to the bathroom. The living room was directly across the door and the kitchen was a small space with a stove and a sink across from the bedroom. "No. She's all muddy. And wet. She'll notice it." Then he realized he was dripping water on the floor. Cursing himself again for being so stupid, he put her down and took off his clothes, carefully placing them near the door. He looked for something to dry him up and spotted a towel. Crossing the room, he grabbed it and dried himself.
The girl was soaking wet as well. Her hair and clothes had gotten muddy. An idea formed quickly in his head. He picked her up once more and stripped her off her clothes. Then with only her bra and nice blue underwear on he placed her in the bathtub. Turning the water on and letting it fill the tub with warm water, he stepped back, and stared. Even for a human she was beautiful. Her curves were soft and her skin. His breathing became harsh. Get this done now before you do something stupid you'll regret later, he commanded himself. Ignoring his manly urges he turned away from her and waited. After the tub was full he turned around again closing his eyes, he washed out her hair. He remembered the color of her eyes looking at him terrified in the park. They had been a dark greenish color that went well with her pitch-black hair; she was a little bit shorter than him too.
He smiled at the memory, then frowned at his thoughts. Already the girl consumed them. What was wrong with him? After he'd cleaned her hair, he picked her up, dried her, and placed her on the bed. He searched for something to clothe her in. Swallowing nervously he took of her wet bra, and hastily covered it with a shirt, but not before he got to closely admire her. Then covering her with some pajamas he found, he left in a hurry. He didn't think he could stay another minute near her without losing his cool. He dried everything up and quickly tapped into her mind erasing him from it. Then getting dressed he ran back out into the rain and wandered aimlessly in the night, something he was used to doing, but tonight it was different.