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Chapter 2:
Caroline POV:
I was drawn to him right away when my eyes fell upon in masquerade ball, hosted the Oxford campus . He looked actually as the guy in my memories. I thought to myself it's impossible because of the memories where years ago in the past.
He didn't have his mask on yet so I was able to catch his face.
Who is he? Why does he look actually like the blue eyed man in my memories? Are they the same person? Why does his scent call to me and want to drain him dry?
My emotions lead to curiosity to anger and hatred. Luckily I was more in control of myself due draining more human blood from different areas, which is usually my only obstacle these days since I have become more accustomed to his scent.
If only that were true.
It was true that I had learned to control myself around him due no exposure on a daily basis. The familiarity of having him in the same room had greatly helped to reduce my urges; somewhat desensitized me to him.
I first I though I can handle his blood more being in the same room but however dormant it may be, the violent bloodlust was still there, just waiting to come out. I had thought it was pretty well under wraps.
But it was difficult because from knowing from my memory I had been a vampire for years or a couple hundred of years, it doesn't help since I have no memory of my experience of a vampire or even half of the control.
Everything is all heightening in my emotions of myself.
"Wow, I wonder who that is," I breathed in a Native American girl by the name of Leah, had forced me to come in the masquerade ball to keep her company. He seemed young enough to be college students and Leah seem to know everyone.
"I don't know!" She answered without even looking, too eager to get on with the night to care, but my eyes lingered on him. He was tall, but not as tall as the other men I had seen on campus. His dark brown hair was oddly beautiful, fingers running through it over and over again as he chuckles. Beautiful, I kept saying in my head and it was starting to sound repetitive but it was the only way to describe him.
Every physical feature on him is the same as the shimmering blue eyed man in my memory.
And then he locked eyes on me.
My body awakened a part of me that I had assumed was long gone and forgotten, dead with the rest of my body. Lust. Not simple blood lust, the craving of that delectable. Oh I wanted his blood.
"Caroline. What's wrong?"Leah asked me as I saw her drank a shot of whiskey.
I thank Leah for the distraction since I wouldn't know what could have happened.
"Oh! Come on!" She whined, pouting out her dark colored russet lip and gave me the shot of whiskey. "Live a little. You know, you're only young once."
She told me that as she left me alone in my sorrows and thoughts.
If were only true.
I tried to stop breathing him in. I thought that if I cut off the scent I would be alright, but he was already coursing through my veins. Scorching, painful need. I felt pulled to him, like he was a gigantic magnet. That's when I noticed something else, something that had also begun to thrum with electricity. It was unfamiliar to me; I didn't immediately remember the sensation. I was getting aroused.
Damn my HEIGHTEN emotions!
I felt I wanted to explode. I hadn't wanted…well I'm not sure how only it's been.
I sighed knowing that I drinking alcohol help in my state at this moment to prevent my hunger and drank the burning liquid down in one big gulp. Luckily it doesn't get me drunk but it's also the worst part; not feeling anything.
Alcohol has no effects on me but helps from being blood thirsty, which I learned over 2 months ago.
So there I sat at the bar, gazing down at the empty shot glass in front of me. I ran my finger over the rim, feeling what was left of the spicy sweet sticky syrup that had been lingered behind.
I was even thankful I could taste alcohol and regular if I drink blood to be healthy.
Third's POV
Coraline's eyes suddenly fell upon a guy standing not too far away from her. A guy who was looking at her and who was dressed in suite personally without a costume but along with a mask.
Caroline couldn't see his face but knew this was the same guy she first lead her eyes. The same guy whose blood calls to her.
It was harder than before it felt as though a hot poker was searing to Caroline's throat, her thirst was so instantaneous, but that fire started to spread throughout her entire body. Every inch of her was thrumming with electricity, from fingertips to toes.
Charles notice the girl dressed as a huntress with a silver talisman on her neck. The moment he had stepped inside masquerade ball. These were his type of thing after huge stressful assignments or classes he would go to a pub but at this time Oxford were hosting a masquerade ball. He decided to come and flirt with as many single women and get lucky tonight after if possible, but he knew how to get his way it's one of the advantages of being a mind reader.
He caught sight of her when she stared at him a few moments ago and saw her drinking in the bar near by.
One thing she was, though, was definitely good looking. Most of her face was covered by her mask but her long brown hair and full lips had immediately drawn him in. Plus, thanks to her revealing costume he could tell she had a tight little body. He appreciated that. He was a man, after all. A man interested in getting to know that fascinating girl.
Caroline's POV
A pair of brilliant blue eyes met mine as he came towards me. "What can I get you, love?" he said, with an easy smile with British accent.
"Double whiskey please, straight up," I replied, biting my lip nervously.
He raised an eyebrow, turned towards me. I saw his shimmering blue eyes with rosy lips.
God, his beautiful.
The bartender placed my drink on the bar in front of me
I pulled my purse from my bag and turned to the blue eyed man in front of me.
"You look as if you could use a drink. Plus, being the gentleman I am I want to sit here and talk to you." He flashed a chuckle grin at me, and I could feel a familiar heat in between my legs.
I stopped my breathing so I could at least have control to talk with him without my blood lust coming and eat him or worse expose myself in a crowd like here.
"What makes you think I'd want to talk to you?" I heard myself say, and cocked an eyebrow.
The blue eyed man chuckled, a throaty, deep sound that came from within his chest. "Well, you're here alone, aren't you, Miss Huntress.
I smiled at him but couldn't help but to think of the huntress costume I'm wearing. I was wearing too short, too tight, too revealing, too… everything!
But it doesn't matter because I feel sexy!
If I'm dress as a seductress, I might as well act as one at least for one night and with one man, after all isn't that what he wanted.
Beside I feel I wanted to explode!
"Oh, you have nothing to worry about tonight, Mr. Mysterious. This huntress is in the same page as you are." There is one wicked thing to say.
She even surprised herself by realizing she didn't mind flirting with him since at first she wanted to drink him dry then kill him but in this situation it can be a good distraction. She probably wouldn't even mind taking it further. As further as possible, actually.
Tonight was indeed a night to let loose apparently.
And take it further she did. So much further than she thought herself capable of going with this blue eyed man. He was doing a lot of touching as his hands roam around her body pulling her closer to him as her hands caressed his chest.
They went upstairs then and into a quiet guest room, far away from the party and people downstairs.
They didn't speak then but they did reach some kind of unspoken agreement. They were to stay masked and not share names.
They started slowly, or at least tried to, but their kisses and touches became hungrier with every second that passed.
Blood. Always his blood. It went hand in hand now in a sexual manner I ever felt for him. If I felt hunger from smelling his blood, I got instantly aroused and wanted to literally fuck him to death.
But to be unable to keep thoughts of this man's death from entering my mind just at my moment of release made me feel absolutely disgusted with myself.
The woman in his arms was almost like his fantasy come to live. She was a bit cold, soft and responsive but dominant a bit impatient and even though he couldn't see her whole face it was obvious she was more than beautiful.
But what intrigue him most is that her mind is blank. Like I can't read her mind at all…
"You know, I have to confess I really like your costume, my huntress. It lets me know you're a little vixen." She nods
Third POV
They lay on their backs, their breathings fast and shallow.
None of them said anything for a long while but Charles did move a little in order to look at the woman lying beside him and much to his delight she had a very satisfied smile on her face.
He was more than satisfied as well and, for some reason, he wanted her to know it.
"Well, Ms. Huntress, I have to say that was quite something!" Her answer to that was a quick, emphatic nod.
Yes, it had definitely been something!
The moment had to be ruined when he said, "I'm Charles Xavier."
This was supposed to be just a one night stand for Caroline and she didn't know what to do so I stayed silent for a few second and just answered, "Well, it's nice meeting you Charles but I must go."
She ran off quickly near the door and was about to go as she heard the blue eyed man named Charles called out, "I don't even know your name."
"No, you don't."
She ran off quickly as she can imagine in human speed but unknown to her she has lost her most precious silver talisman.
Two weeks later
The girl found a dagger near the table beside her gripped the dagger by her side unsheathing it silently. Waiting for the right moment she leap to attack the conspirators. And with a cry she plunged the dagger into the back of one of the traitors.
The blade sliced through their spine and fell to the floor dead in an instant. She pulled out the dagger ready to kill the other plotter but she was shaken to the core when she saw who stood there.
The man she loves who has shimmering blue eyes and light red rosy lips, she admires. His eyes were wide with terror at seeing his supposed lover dead on the floor.
"What have you done?"He yelled at her furiously
The girl stopped and felt betrayed.
And she snapped.
She grabbed the man as the man try to push himself away from her but she had the advantage threw a vase on his head and pulled him closed.
"I loved you!" she yelled as she plunged his bloodied dagger into her beloved's heart.
Blood was in her hand and in the dagger.
She screamed
"Caroline!"
A voice yelled as I felt hands shaking my body out of its dream state.
"Caroline!" the voice yelled louder.
My eyes then snapped open, and my breaths came out labored as my body shivered in a cold sweat. It was a dream, only a dream. I scanned my surroundings and realized I didn't know where I was. My gut lurched at my panic, only to be soothed by Leah who puts a hand on my shoulder who's also my roommate.
"It's alright. It's only a dream. Come on get ready we still have to go to class and go to the bookstore."
I cover my bed sheet over my head and lie still in the bed before getting ready.
The mind was such a dangerous war zone, I could protect myself in every other area but I couldn't protect myself from memories and fears. They would always be there, waiting.
Damn memories. And damn that blue eyed man and damn him for looking like Charles.
I had to get up and get ready and start classes but I also have to find out when I can find out my full memories.
But for now I have to go to the bookstore.
I try to calm myself as I want to hold my silver talisman but I feel nothing in my neck.
NOO!
Losing that necklace is something I can't lose. That necklace has been with me for the longest and even back in my memories I had been wearing that ever since.
That necklace is the only thing to the key of my past.
Caroline's POV
I took a walk to the bookstore a couple blocks down, I usually go there get books for my classes but today was the day Leah wanted me to go with her due a project.
We stopped to the classic section as I mention that her project involves more with classic stories. I gave her book that I would recommend as I elaborate on the plot of the story as I got a book with me.
Suddenly my throat is burning with a similar smell of cinnamon.
He is here. Why does he have to be here of all places? Or why now? I can't face him. Not after two weeks had past with a one night stand.
So focused on the smell I suddenly tripped on something, letting the book fall on the corner. I then composed myself with more control and stop breathing and caught myself and bent down to pick up the book.
"You alright?" He got up and looked directly at me for the first time. He was just I remember in the masquerade ball blue eyes with rosy lips and his eyes where fixed on me.
I didn't answer. It was hard enough not to lose control with Leah was just in the counter in line.
"Are you ok?" he asked again and I finally answered.
"Yes. I just tripped." Felling relieved that I was still in control. Thank God I didn't embarrass myself in front of him.
He just chuckled then smiled at me.
"What exactly did you tripped on?"
"On a book or on my feet…probably" I just smile.
"Wuthering Heights", he looked over the book I was holding.
"Yes, I seem to have left my copy back home." He raised an eyebrow, feeling amused.
"Care to tell me how you manage to enjoy a book of characters who ruin each others' lives. I don't know how Heathcliff and Cathy ended up being ranked with couples like Romeo and Juliet. It isn't a love story, it's a hate story. … What is it that appeals to you?"
It seems this guy is not really into tragic unhappy stories or truth that involves in the real world.
"It's the irrational feelings that cannot be harnessed, tamed, or controlled. The couple's love is hot and cold, passionate and violent, sustaining and destructive. It shows the destruction of the human heart when one's heart feels betrayed. It's the reason why I enjoy the story."
He looked at me with his shimmering blue eyes as he put him two fingers to the side of his head. It feels as he is reading into my soul.
"It sounds like you experience this kind of love before." He says and he lets his fingers go down.
I feel so exposed like he knows something his not suppose to know. Gosh my thirst at this moment is not helping since he is near by. I'm just afraid of my situation right now of what I will do to him.
I feel speechless since I don't know what to say. He took the opportunity to look at me and once again I feel exposed.
I told him I had to pay since I couldn't stay here long and Leah is waiting.
"I'm Charles Xavier, but I think you already knew that Caroline. After all we already meet two weeks ago. "
Now that's a shocker. I don't remember giving my name in the masquerade ball.
"How did you know my name? If I remember I didn't give you my name."
"You didn't but I found out. I have my ways." He smiled arrogantly.
Now I'm just curious on how he did know my name. It feels like he is hiding something.
"Your eyes..." he told me as I turned my whole body so my back is facing him.
I suddenly snapped and feel the blood lust coming back as I let myself try to breathe, the other side of me want to eat him and hurt him.
"Caroline. I know your different from everyone else but you are not alone. I will promise to keep this a secret"
He knows what I am... That's impossible. I was careful.
"I can help you just have dinner with me tonight and I'll explain everything and I will even give you back your necklace."
How did he know my necklace was missing...It's like his a mind reader. NOOO. That's impossible!
"Is it?" asks Charles, turning his gaze back to me. I narrow my eyes, deciding to put this ridiculous claim to the test. I think of how did he come across my necklace and how ended up with it.
Charles calmly replied, "you do realize your necklace fell of when your rushing at the door that incredible unforgettable night?" But he didn't reply back in his mouth but answered by in my head.
I look up in horror. Im-possible.
Then I realize there is a possibility that he has done this just to ask me out.
"All this talking is just so you can ask me out." I question him, still shock at everything. First knowing my name then having my necklace. This guy is full of surprises.
"Some would call it romantic." He reply with a satisfied answer
"Alright, where will this dinner be?"
"That's a surprise."
"Then, I will see you tonight and meet you at local pub."
He left the bookstore and I just stood there all shock and confusion rushed quickly. I was even lucky to even be in control and not hurt him or worse kill him.
It's like there is this pull that wants his blood more than anything but I can't kill him.
I can't believe it, he has my necklace I had nearly lost. I just can't believe I will be going on a date with him. I thought he only wanted a one night stand.
I must have my necklace back.
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