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The sleeves of my dress had slid down my shoulders, exposing too much bare skin to be seen in public, as his lips grazed the sensitive flesh of my exposed neck. His hands wandered farther down my back to rest on my hips. Caressing the muscles of his chest my hands slowly rose. His growls of pleasure massaged my throat as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My chest heaved as I fought for breath and my stomach rolled at his arousing touch. Finding it unfair that my dress seemed to be coming off as his clothes stayed firmly on, I found my fingers ridding him of clothing while he forced me backwards towards his bed. As far as both of us knew, no one would be bothering him tonight, so we were safe.

As he playfully nipped at my neck, shoulders, and chest I giggled and stroked his back. One of his hands strayed downwards and lifted my dress to stroke the bare skin of my thigh. Finally he looked me in the eye and smiled. My own smile grew wider.

"You can't believe how much I truly love you, my dear Emily."

I nibbled on the bottom of his lip for a second before pulling away with a smirk and running my fingers through his hair. "I believe that I probably love you more, Vincent."

His own smirk grew. "We'll just have to see about that then, won't we?" Before I could respond, he plunged his lips back down onto mine. The fire in my stomach grew once more, feeling his hands begin their wandering again.

A loud crash next to Emelie's ear awoke her from the dream, and she sat up with a shriek of surprise. If it hadn't been for the armrest that attached her chair to the desk, she would have found herself on the floor.

"Miss Hawthorne, I'm going to have to ask you to please pay attention in my class. This is the fourth time this week that you've fallen asleep here. History is a very important subject, and if you do not wish to be here then I suggest you stay home."

All of her classmates were rolling with laughter, and Emelie felt her face burn with shame and embarrassment.

"Sorry, Mrs. Enfield. I'll try not to let it happen again." The batty old teacher gave her another glare through her half-moon glasses and turned back to the board, shouting to the class to stop laughing and pay attention. The class settled down, except for Vince. His quiet laughter couldn't be heard by Mrs. Enfield's dying ears. Emelie scowled at him and put her head back down on her folded arms.

But a scowl wasn't enough to shut the guy up. He continued to laugh at her, the amusement obvious in his golden eyes and in the smile on his beautifully guilty face. When she caught wind of her own thought that his guilty face was beautiful, Emelie almost slapped herself. She couldn't think that way; it was against her better judgment. The boy was a right pain in the ass and needed to be put in his place. At the moment, Emelie would have loved to see him take his new 2008 Ford Shelby down an icy road and get it wrapped around a tree while she stood on the side of the road laughing. That would be perfect for the time being. He would be dead and she wouldn't have to worry about him looking exactly like the guy in her dreams.

Emelie was right that she would be walking home. She successfully put off Vance in his attempts to get her to ride with him, and she trudged through the thick snow by herself. Her grandparent's cars were in the driveway when she arrived, only mildly tired from the walk, at her front door.

"I'm home! Where were you guys yesterday?" She said with a broad smile as she stepped into the kitchen. Her grandparents were sitting there, both sipping at mugs of fresh coffee. Even though she didn't need it, Emelie poured herself a mug as well after setting her bag down on the floor.

"We were just finishing up arrangements for our move, that's all." Emelie's grandmother spoke softly as if she was anticipating something.

"Move? What move?" Emelie's eyes widened with surprise. They couldn't move, her only friends were here. If she left them she would just become an empty shell. "Move where?"

This time, her grandfather spoke. "My company has offered me a wonderful opportunity to work in London. We'll get a better pay there and they're paying for the move, as well."

Emelie growled in anger and slammed the mug down on the kitchen table. Its contents spilled over the sides, searing her hand and eliciting a yelp of pain. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out so she shut it again. Cradling her injured hand in her other arm, she stomped out of the kitchen like a five year old. When her grandparents thought she was out of hearing range they began speaking and cleaning up the kitchen. She sat at the top of the steps around the corner, listening to them until she heard them leave. Letting out a scream of frustration, Emelie stood up again and stormed into her room.

Glancing at her hand, she flexed her fingers to make they still moved. Assured that the burn was noting serious, she looked up to feel a cool breeze coming from the window. She knew she hadn't left it open so why was there a breeze? What she saw caused her to fall back against the door behind her. Vance was crouched there on her windowsill, watching her like a hawk. His golden eyes burned brightly, and an innocent smile played across his face.

"What the hell?!" With her uninjured hand she grabbed a book off her desk and chucked it with perfect aim to hit him in the shoulder, but instead he snatched it out of thin air. She wasn't paying attention to that, though- she was pulling the cord to a metal lamp out of the electric socket. Once she got it out, she charged Vance with a shout. "Get out of my room!" Bringing the lamp down towards his head, she heard a loud thud but Vance barely showed a reaction. The lamp, however, had taken a beating and was now curved in the shape of his head. She dropped it to the floor, barely missing her foot as she backed away.

Vance's eyes showed worry as he spoke. "There really wasn't any need for that, Emelie. You ruined a perfectly good lamp. How are you going to explain that to your parents?" He leapt like a cat off the windowsill and landed without a sound on the wood floor. Standing up to his full height, he glanced around the room with one sweep of his gorgeous eyes. Emelie found herself looking at his body almost longingly before she caught herself and shook her head. She was about to shout at him to get out of her room once more, but before she could open her mouth he was right in front of her and gently holding her burnt hand. "You've hurt yourself…but you don't seem to be getting to much pain from it."

That was a lie- once he touched it the burn began to throb in pain and Emelie couldn't help but wince. The wince didn't get past Vance's watchful eyes, and they twinkled. "I see then." Once again, he used that speed that Emelie couldn't comprehend, throwing her over his shoulder as he exited her room and headed downstairs to the kitchen. "Don't worry though, I'll get you fixed right up and you wouldn't even believe there was a burn there."

He set her down in a chair as if he didn't expect Emelie to dart. She would have, had she not been so transfixed by what was happening. Emelie found her heart racing and mentally shouted at it to stop, and she that wasn't going to be doing any of that blushing nonsense either. That was a total lie. When Vance returned he had a wet rag and some bandages. Emelie didn't know where he found the bandages, since she didn't even know where they were kept in the house, but she couldn't find her voice to speak out. She settled for glaring at him.

As he gently took her hand and dabbed it with the wet rag, Emelie instantly felt her face heat up. Vance didn't look up from her hand as he continued his work and proceeded to dampen her hand and the bandages as well. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he let out a broad smile and looked up at her face, which caused her to blush through her glare even more. "There we go, all better." With the hand not holding hers, he lightly touched her face and smiled softly. "You're blushing, Emelie….it's been so long since I've seen your face like this."

At that Emelie finally snapped awake from her trance and slapped it away. "Get out. I don't know how you managed to get in my window, but that doesn't mean you have the right to be here. Leave now before I call the cops." For some reason, she didn't have any confidence in the police's ability to deal with him if she had ruined her lamp on his head and he didn't show any signs of injury.

"Alright, just for you, love- but I'll see you again another time, okay?" He let out another smile, waltzed out of her house and was gone before Emelie could even blink. Emelie sat there in the chair where he had left her and felt her eyes water. Clutching her bandaged hand to her chest, Emelie let the tears fall. She was not only sad about moving but she felt horrible for chasing off Vance. Although she didn't understand it, she felt like she had known him before and that there was some strange connection there- but at the same time, she knew she couldn't trust him. He wasn't human, he couldn't be. Not the way he moved or the way he withstood that metal lamp. Letting out a huge sigh, she let the tears flow and curled up on the kitchen chair until her grandparents came home.