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Please read the Author's Note at the end of this chapter.

FYI: This chapter takes place the same day as Chapter 3.

Chapter 4- Obessed Vampire Stalker

For the rest of the day, I felt like a stalker.

I followed Antanasia everywhere, watching her secretly, always following not far behind, analyzing every single move she made. I don not believe she ever saw me, but I know she felt my presence. She was continuously glancing over her shoulder. I had to reign in a chuckle every time she did. Getting her worked up was surprisingly amusing in a strange, unfamiliar way.

I never expected to feel so much. It was quite disconcerting, truth be told. I was Lucius Vladescu. I was not supposed to feel anything- except hatred, anger, and loyalty towards my uncles, and my clan. I wanted to know Antanasia, I craved her company, for varying reasons that I had yet to dissect in my mind. Growing up, it had literally been pounded into me that I was not supposed to feel. Emotions are weaknesses in the eyes of my Uncles. I wholeheartedly agreed with them. Emotions got you killed, they left you vulnerable and exposed. I could not afford to be vulnerable, for the sake of my clan, and for myself.

I shook myself from my angsty musings as I spotted Antanasia making her way out of the weathered front doors of the school, leading to the parking lot. I did not let her out of my sight for too long. I suppose that my staring would be considered intense and extreme in this foreign land that I temporally resided in but ever since I was a small boy, I had heard about and waited for her, Antanasia, to make an entrance into my existence. Now here she was, in front of me, waiting patiently with her friend for her transportation to come.

Suddenly, an old, rusty, decrepit van pulled up to the curb in front of the princess. She was not getting in that. But sure enough, Antanasia waved to her friend and headed in the direction of the passenger seat. I almost groaned in frustration. I could not believe that the princess was riding in that. She should have better. She would have better, under my watchful supervision.

Antanasia turned to the woman sitting in the drivers seat. They were talking animatedly together when the woman, Antanasiasa' 'mother', suddenly hit the brakes with harsh force, causing the van to lurch forward. I literally had to dig my boots into the ground to keep from running to check on the princess as her forehead almost came in contact with the unyielding dashboard. I growled. I did not want her injured.

Antanasia suddenly looked up and met my stony gaze. Her eyes held so much insight into her soul, one second she was surprised, the next, she was angry. So incredibly angry. At me. I could not help but notice that she was even more beautiful when she was 'all riled up,' as some Americans would say. Antanasia's brow furrowed in her frustration, I suppose at catching me watching her. Again. She jabbed her index finger in my direction, her face a mask of disdain and unveiled fury.

The van quickly pulled over to the curb, right in front of me. The woman in the drivers seat nodded her head solemnly. She knew who I was and I knew who she was. I could sense that she was not happy about this sudden turn of events. I could care less, honestly. I was only here to get the princess. If I had to shatter some measly dreams and hurt a few feelings, then so be it. This is who I was. This is what I did. I was Lucius Vladescu, vampire prince.

The woman stepped out of the aged piece of machinery and made her way towards me. Antanasia had her face basically pressed up to the glass, with a horrified expression on her face. I returned my attention to the woman who was fast approaching. If she wanted a confrontation, she would get one, but it would not end well. For her.

She stopped a good five feet in front of me. Her face was still solemn, but it was mixed with determination. She stared at me for an immeasurable moment before speaking.

"I suppose I don't need to ask why you're here, do I?"€

"No, I do not suppose you do,"I replied flatly.

" should have known this would happen." She mumbled to herself but I heard her anyway.

"You know what the Pact states. I am only fulfilling my duty, to my clan and my parents, as well as Antanasia."

After a slight pause I spoke into the uncomfortable silence, "I believe I should become better acquainted with Antanasia. I will attend dinner at your home tonight. I would like to go over some of the finer points with Antanasia." I know I was being demanding, but I have to do what I have to do.

"Just allow Jessica's father and I to tell her about her past. This will come as a surprise to her."

I was frustrated. I knew that Antanasia had most likely not been told much about her past but she should have already found out, years ago. I was not pleased with her 'parents' at the moment.

I sighed, trying to compose myself in my anger.

"Yes. You do that. But I warn you, if you do not tell her by the time I arrive, I will tell her myself and I am not so sure you want that."

She nodded in understanding then turned to leave.

I leaned back against the cold, hard, brick wall and watched as the van slowly chugged down the road.

I knew that tough times lay ahead but I would get what I came here for, nothing could stop me now.

Author's Note:

First off, I just want to say thank you to all of my reviewers. The response to this story has been fabulous and I smile every single time I get a review or encouraging PM. You guys are amazing!

Secondly, I want to apologize for the long wait. I had several complications with my surgery that kept me mostly out of it for most of the month of July. This is the first week that I've actually felt like myself again.

Lots of love,

-Kennedy

R E V I E W , and you'll be my new favorite person. :]