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TWO CENTURIES LOVE.

CHAPTER 2: SO MUCH MORE

I had already gotten my schedule and a map of the school showing where my classes were going to be held. It was early, so I went back to my car and stayed hidden there until I had enough time to make it to my first class.

I was reading on my kindle to kill some time. I missed the smell of printed books, but when you have to travel so often, less is more. I always made sure to have my ring, my computer, my kindle, my phone, and clothes. I didn't have any more possessions that I wanted to carry with me around the world. And trains, and airports had become insufferable with their security measures, which was another reason to carry less.

I ignored every human that passed my car and decided to stop to take a look. I knew I was supposed to be mingling with them, but today I was in a very foul mood. Today I found I missed him even more. It marked the day he gave the ring that I carried in my neck. I found myself spacing and playing with the ring. I turned off my kindle and just decided to people watch. It was entertaining to some degree. I would laugh to myself when I would see a girl in heels that she could barely walk in. Or girls in very tight clothes that instead of looking sexy, look uncomfortable as hell. Who would want to wear smaller than their size clothes?

It was while doing this activity that I saw him.

I gasped and grasped my ring, stronger than I intended. I had to remind myself that the ring and chain were two things I didn't want to break, so I loosened my grip.

He looked the same.

His hair was messier than it had been when we met. It was also shorter on the back. His clothes obviously were not the same. But they still looked expensive. He wore jeans that were form fitting, although not skinny enough to rival to women's jeans. He wore a gray sweater that looked warm and comfy. But he was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes.

He couldn't be here. He had died in 1918 of the Spanish flu. I had gone to his funeral. I buried his casket. I mourned him.

I had so many questions, that they overlapped over each other in my brain. How was he here? What had happened when I thought he had died of the flu? Why hadn't he looked for me? Why did he still look seventeen? Was he a vampire like myself?

I watched him. The flourish way in which he moved gave out that he was a vampire.

But he wasn't alone. A petite girl walked beside him, but they weren't talking. She touched his bicep and the expression on her face was sad. Other than that, he didn't touch her either. He took my breath away. He was just as handsome as he had been when were humans. I longed for him, for his touch, his hugs, his kisses, his company.

I felt my throat close with unshed tears. That had been another uncomfortable development. I was no longer capable of shedding tears.

I climbed out of my truck when the parking lot was almost empty. A glance at my watch told me I had three minutes to make it to my first class. I had to imprint a little vampire speed to get in time and not draw attention to me.

I sat in the back of the classroom, making it more difficult for the students to stare at me. Why were they so openly rude? Weren't they taught that staring at people was rude?

My first class was literature, which I enjoyed immensely, and I found myself paying attention with all my senses. I even took notes in pilot mode. I wouldn't be needing my notes, since I had a perfect memory (compliments of my nature now), but it was something that I discovered helped me manage my emotions when they got the best of me. Over the years I kept journals of my days. I didn't write a daily entry, as I didn't have the patience to do it. I only wrote when I was drowning in my emotions. It helped me put everything in perspective.

A neat trick that was suggested for the first time by a friend. A neat trick that I followed one day and became a habit.

After literature, I had math. It was as boring as ever. But I forced myself to take notes. It was the human thing to do. Math came and went without anything interesting happening. Most of the students were as bored as I was. With the exception of those who enjoyed math or were fighting to understand the subject. Next came history, which I shared with a strange looking blond guy and his burly talkative friend. They were extremely pale and had the same golden eyes. From experience I knew they were animal drinkers. I didn't acknowledge the fact that I knew what they were and sat on an empty table at the back of the classroom as I had done in math and literature.

The blond guy kept shotting glances at me, which was starting to make me nervous. Had Edward mentioned me? Had he showed them how I looked? Did he know who I was? I had made contact with a few bored vampires over the years. It had been one of them who had managed to create contact lens that were durable enough so that you wouldn't have to put on new ones every few minutes. Instead, every few hours I made a trip to the girl's bathroom and hidden in a stall, away from prying eyes, I put on a new pair of contact lenses. I didn't like how the humans reacted to the golden of my eyes, it made me nervous to be the center of attention. So, the musty green-grayish mixture that my gold eyes and the contact lenses created was far more normal. Still, a human would have to be paying enough attention to my eyes to draw attention to how rare their color was. I never let them get close enough.

I have been called rude, a bitch, entitled, insufferable, and many more appellatives just because I didn't linger long enough to make long conversations. And due to the suspicious looking glances that the blond vampire was giving me, I wasn't going to be giving him much of a chance to get close to me either.

Next came lunch, and I skipped the cafeteria for the backyard of the school. I grabbed my journal and started writing about my sighting of him today. I hadn't seen him anymore, so I was starting to wonder if in my desperation to see him again I had conjured him as some sort of hallucination. I didn't know what hurt more, the hallucination theory or the fact that he might be 'alive' and hadn't come look for me.

It was so confusing, so strange.

The bell rang and I sprang from my seat, actually startled by the noise. I had been too deep in thought. I hurried to my locker and got the necessary books for my next class, which would be geography. I had chosen every humanistic subject I could manage, avoiding the sciences. I enjoyed sciences like psychology, which had been the only science I had chosen for school.

I managed to finish my first day of school without any disturbance. I hurried back to my car, avoiding the burly talkative vampire and the glance-y blond.

I got home and removed the last pair of contacts of the day. I did the homework and settled for ordering some furniture from an online store. I wanted good furniture, but not fancy ones. I wasn't going to be staying here long enough to enjoy very fancy furniture. I felt bad thinking that they might go to waste. I didn't know anyone that could come and take care of the house for me. But I liked this place. It felt homey. I may come myself from time to time.

I shook my head, that was a matter for another day. It was only my first week in this town, I had more time to think about the future.

I was bored, in no mood to read, the house was as spotless as it could be, and I had hunted last night. So, there was not much to do now. I decided a movie would provide sufficient distraction from my thoughts and my possible grief-conjured hallucinations from today.

I managed to stay focused on the movie the entire time it played, but it was a temporary relief, because once it finished, I started thinking again about what I had seen that morning.

If I had hallucinated him, why would I conjure him in modern clothes and not the clothes from our time? Was my brain that weird? No, I knew I was weird, but never that much.

Should I talk to Garret and tell him what had happened? He was the only person I could talk to freely about him, and my feelings of despair and my depressing thoughts when certain dates loomed around, taunting me with memories.

I decided it was for the best. He was always urging me to speak, to vent, and not internalize so much. I might be a vampire, but with so much space on my mind and so much time in my hands I wasn't immune to going crazy.

He didn't pick up. But I didn't take it personally. It was rare that he did. I tried again and he ignored me. I tried a third time, and he yelled at me that he was busy. I laughed, understanding what 'busy' meant. He ended the call fast, and I was left laughing and shaking my head. He was with yet another of his many conquests. I never asked too many questions, knowing he would go on endlessly about unnecessary details just to mess with me.

When the amusement died, I sighed. It was lonely being the only one of your friends with any desire for a stable place. I decided to watch another movie or start a new tv show. Perhaps I could kill time that way.

But fate had another plan for me.

My doorbell rang.

I opened the door expecting a neighbor with a welcome to the neighborhood casserole or something. What I found was so much more.