Chapter 2

I could not sleep and yet this was the closest I had come in the hundred or so years I had lived with this loneliness, this horrible existence. Tonight I 'dreamed' of my humanity and of Mathew. Now I thought of him endlessly. I had converted from my horrible eating habits. It was easier to be around humans now that I knew I wouldn't be eating them for dinner, or breakfast or lunch.

Back to Matt. I couldn't stop seeing his eyes, his lips. I wondered what they would feel like against my own. Would they feel cold, or hot? Would they be soft or stone hard? Would we fit each other perfectly, our contours matching like the pieces of a puzzle, or would we splinter away?

I wanted to know and I set out to learn more about him. In my one room apartment I made a pact with myself. I would get to know Mathew Cullen. I had his name and if I knew where to look I could find out more about him.

I had used my power sparingly in the past. I could see things about people, things they wanted hidden. Their dark pasts or regrets even stupid things that happened when they were uncontrolled or uncontrollable.

I focused on him, the very essence of him. Suddenly a wave of emotions, pictures, memories; took me over. Slowly I tried to sort through my cluttered brain. I saw things of when he was first changed. A man named Carlisle and a woman named Esme. These were not his parents, more grandparents, of sorts. His adopted parents were a beautiful couple. Edward and Isabella Cullen. They had lived in forks previously and amazingly, Isabella had been changed here along with Mathew who was changed when he was dying.

Why? How could something hurt this mysteriously amazing man I had come to see so many times behind the lids of my eyes?

A crash. Cars, who needed them right? He was broad sided. Instantly brain-dead but Carlisle had changed him. I was glad, without him I would never known how much I truly needed companionship. I know I had always wanted this feeling but I had never needed it, never longed for it so much that sometimes it caused me physical pain.

Skipping some insignificant pieces of information I fast forwarded to when I first saw him, two weeks ago. Haunted by what might have gone through his head at realizing a peeping tom was indeed in the facility I needed to know all he thought at that moment in time.

Was that lust, he wanted me as much as I wanted him, how about a sense of loneliness and no sense of belonging. He had a family though! How could he not feel he belonged? He had no companion as I did not.

Refueled, I left my apartment. True it was 12:30 in the morning but he could not sleep as well so he would be bored as I was. Searching for his scent I found it in the woods by my house. It smelled fresh. "A stalker?" I wondered. I walked along the path laid out for me by this intoxicating smell I was following it for a good hour. I came upon a beautiful house. Tucked away in the woods, it seemed timeless. Particularly though I spotted the light in the window at the back of the house. Piano music drifted to me from that window.

I played the piano! I did not have the money to buy one so I had not played in a while but I always loved the feel of the ivory beneath my fingers. The sound it produced was mesmerizing to me. I looked up to see a silhouette in the window. As fast as I could I ran to the shadows the house provided me with. I was not fast enough it seems.

"So you couldn't stay away?" he taunted me, but I sensed a sense of pure longing in his voice.

"Seems not. Did you miss me?" I wanted to know in all honesty. It wouldn't break me if he hadn't but I knew somehow he had.

"yes." I was still surprised at his whispered answer.

"Me too. I followed your scent again, but it seems as though I am not the only stalker here? You know where I live." I didn't pose it as a question because I knew it was true and if he was stalking me then let him! I wonder if he caught me changing, or even naked.

"You caught me red handed. I have a sort of knack for that kind of thing. I am a tracker, it is my gift, yet I can also make anyone tell the truth."

"That's why I can't keep anything from you! I have a gift to you know, but of course you don't want to know what that little old thing is." Of course he didn't know my gift. I also wasn't planning on telling matt but hell it all comes out anyways.

"Oh I want to know and you can't keep it from me!" he taunted me and in a whisper I said, "I don't think I want to keep anything from you."

With that I stepped up to him and looking at him trying to see if it was what he wanted, I kissed him. It wasn't just a kiss but one of passion. I let all my longing come out, all my pent up frustration let go, he didn't hold back. My arms were around his neck, my hands in his hair. His arms wound around my waist his hands dangling down my butt. I wanted more from this. I took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up a little revealing his stomach. The kiss was warm, and surprisingly soft. He reached for my shirt and with one fluid motion he ripped it from my body. I yanked on his tee and we were both shirtless. I pulled away for unneeded breath and looked at him.

"Shit, you're hot. How long have we known each other?" I wanted him against me again but I also wanted to look at him some more.

"You're not bad looking yourself." He caressed my back with his fingertips. "I think I've known you for a little over two weeks and now we're already going shirtless? We must be horny or something!" at this we both laughed.

Sliding down into sitting position, he cradled me in his arms. I felt whole, complete. Was this love? I hoped so.

(Matt's pov)

Wow. I think I am in love. How did that happen? How did this spark turn into a blaze in such a short period of time? I wanted her now more than ever. I could have her, but we needed privacy. We couldn't stay here with my grandparents, parents, and aunts and uncles sitting inside, most likely watching.

"Can we go somewhere else to finish this?" I whispered. My thoughts were not coherent as I looked at the goddess in my arms.

"My place." She answered in a husky voice. It tested my self control. She wasn't human, but somehow she felt fragile. I picked her up and kissed her cutting off any protests. It wasn't really cutting her off; it was more me wanting every part of her touching me.

I ran as fast as my legs could go. We made it to her apartment in record time. She giggled into my chest as I walked her into the room she called home.

"What's so funny my darling?" the interworking of her mind amused me.

"It reminds me of when a groom carries his bride into their room for the first time."

I wondered would we ever be married and have that memory for ourselves?