Security

I love playing the guessing game. But these are so easy, I bet you know who they are. If you don't, I'm sorry.

Safe. Bordered and rimmed with men in black suits on all side. Undeniably safe.
But why do I feel so alone? Like there's this hole inside of me, screaming to be filled. It screams louder when I'm with him.

I turn to look at the boy on my right. No, not a boy. A fine excuse for a man. I shudder deliciously. I know I should control my feelings, but I can't. He looks so damn gorgeous when he's serious.
He's caught me staring. I snap my face away in time.
He's nineteen. And he will be forever. Nothing to be done about that. He's watching me with calculating eyes.

I can feel my cheeks burning. But I put my mind in action mode. Another day, another mission. And I'll always be by his side.
He's holding a gun like it's a part of him. My eyes can't help but wander over him again. It's a wonder that I've never felt this lust for him before. In our line of work, we're always together.
Why so strong now?

He's tall and elegant, his hair is long and brown – pulled up into a small ponytail, and his eyes are mischievous and always laughing… but only when he's with me. Otherwise, they're just cold and serious. Business-like and formal.
I turn away before he catches me staring again.

I wonder why I'm in the centre of all this security. I'm not important. But I'm the only girl on the team. I scowl. They know I can handle myself… just because I'm half…
I fold my arms as the mass of bodies comes to a complete halt. I sniff and turn to face to the left – in the opposite direction of him.

He only notices me fully when I ignore him. It grabs his attention. He blinks furiously for a few seconds, and then a roar breaks up the group.
Though someone's yelling 'hold your positions', it's not working. People are running, shooting, diving, screaming and crying out.

I'm not. My gaze is locked with his. We're standing in the centre of the pandemonium and we can't move.
"You guys, look out!" cries a guy over by a signpost – hiding behind it and shooting out at whatever has caused the riot.

I look a second too late.
There's a bullet coming right for me. It's silver.
There's firing on the enemy's side. They're shooting at us. We're breaking up. We're done for. Rule one is to stay in a group. You never ever run off…
Damn rookies.

I'll pay for it with my life. The bullet's aiming for my head. I knew I shouldn't take along these newbies. They had practised shielding and passed. They were failing miserably in action.

But he wouldn't let me die. He, the only one other than me with experience, dived on top of me – pulling me to the ground with him. The bullet whistled through the air. All was still.
Except my beating heart and the massacre going on around us.

He's gasping for breath. His right hand is clutching my bare arm. Skin on skin. I can feel a tickling sensation there. Fizzling… I feel so safe and secure in his grip.
I realise something… A thought is implanting itself into my mind from some outward force – and slowly, I'm believing it, it's imbedded in my brain.

You. You are the one I've been waiting for. The one I belong with. We're…
He drops his gun and begins cradling my face, asking me if I'm all right.
I'm not just all right. I'm ecstatic. All I've ever hoped for, all I've ever wished for has come true.
The pink lights are engulfing us – the feeling of recognition… of being known. And he's feeling it too.

Soulmates… we're actually soulmates… I suppress a giggle within my throat. This is just too much…
His vampire eyes are searching my amber ones. He has his mouth open in shock. His face is flushed. I've never felt so happy before…

The sound of gunfire stops and the last person falls. The enemy has been obliterated. I didn't give the rookies as much credit as they deserved.
He's on top of me whispering my name. I smile and say his back, before we kiss.
The pink lights. The feeling of pure-love and perfection, of being completed.
The loneliness is gone.

All I feel is this security that no guard unit could amount to. His arms are wrapping around me. I belong here. Here in his arms.

I smile against his lips. He's talking excitedly – about never knowing, about how we should have found out earlier, how this should have all pieced together. How could we have worked so closely together – as partners – and not know this?
I let out a long, maniacal laugh.
The Daybreakers around me shuffle nervously. All except him, who laughs along with me.

Imagine the look on bosses face when we get home and tell him.
I'm grinning like a mad thing.
We're a part of it all now – a deeper part of Circle Daybreak, not just the fighting arm. We're soulmates…and no one can take that away from us.