Three days later
I drive back in the school's parking lot with my black Mustang, i left to get away from here; i needed to leave only i came back for the same reason why i left. Arabell. That afternoon after i had left with Matthew to go hunting in the nearby woods i walked up to her dorm anxious to see her.
I had planned to kill her so many times, so many ways that i wished to drain her life-source. Only i couldn't bring myself to it, it was like she was pulling me dangerously close to her but i couldn't do it despite the rope that she had around my heart that has been cold for so many centuries. My cold frozen heart wished to beat again for her sake.
The day i met her was a revelation for me. She walked out from Ms Coyer's office, her black chestnut tinged long thick hair straight, her pale skin without a blemish, her high defined cheekbones along with her perfect curved eyebrows; her eyes a lush green along with the clear expression of shock. This amused me, amusement something i hadn't felt for a long time. Her heart shaped lips in a pout of annoyance. I mentally thought of her as an attractive human being.
The way the school t-shirt fit perfectly on her showing her chest and thin waist, the black and red stripped skirt showed her long legs which were defined by the black long socks she wore.
To my annoyance i wasn't the only one who had noticed her beauty.
Liam who knew her gazed his eyes over her every so often along with his brother, who isn't an immortal like myself and the rest of his family that still live. Skylar took notice of her curves and the way she handled herself in the way she walked.
But to me she looked fragile, breakable this made me anxious around her despite the day i met her she had broken another human girl's nose which also amused the two brothers and me.
When i heard her speak my name she sent my head spinning. Her voice was like a dose of heroin that sent me in a dream like state i never wanted to sober from.
That day a pitiful party was held in Skylar and i honour. As a young immortal Skylar saw the immaturity side of this and decided to attended and get rubbed against by the other human female teenagers that would fall victim to his immortal looks and charm. I stayed in my dorm room for only a while before i became suffocated by the four walls that weren't giving me answers as to why Arabell had held my interest earlier that day.
I walked aimless around the school's property that evoked memories of my past life fortunately cloudily covered to recall, i pushed them away from my mind as i heard "well if you want the top all you had to do was ask?" The voice of a human male interrupted my aimless walk; i decided to follow the voice as it was towards the boy's dorm more than thirty metres away.
An annoyed groan took my interest; i could sense something was wrong with the two voices i was hearing. As i turned the corner from the main school building i saw a human male teenager on top of a teenage girl who was struggling underneath, my anger began to flare as i recognised who was the asshole's victim.
The human asshole whispered in to her ear softly but with my immortal hearing i heard it "I bet you want it as much as i do" this really pissed me off. It wasn't because he was forcing this upon a female it was because it was Arabell.
With the speed that came with being immortal i ran over to them and with my strength i pulled that asshole off her. His body hit the ground a mere ten feet away from her. I sensed Arabell breathing heavily; i was trembling with anger for a reason i hadn't known why. 'He touched her! He was fucking going to hurt her!' those thoughts ran through my mind chaotically.
"I...I'm sorry" the asshole trembled as i towered over him, my fist were clenched ready to beat the shit out of him, i sensed Arabell walking closer towards us, her steps unsteady. 'its this human's lucky day, if she wasn't walking over i would tear his head off, make him feel the worst pain'. I thought to myself, i never would want her to see me do something like that, or have a reason to be scared of me. But i wanted this asshole to be, i glared at him knowing full well my pupil's were dilating and I'm beginning to look more like the monster i am. He began to cry, the human's tears didn't seem to be remorseful enough "If i so much as hear you talk to her, talk about her even think about her. I will come after you and rip you limb from limb and make sure you die the most painful death in the history of humans" i spoke as calm as i could although my anger was drumming through my chest thickly, i grabbed the human's worthless shirt with one of my clenched fist making sure my anger was known to the male but not to Arabell i didn't want to scare her from me.
"Now i suggest you stay out of her way and mine because if i see you again i may not be so polite towards you" i said as i let go of him and allowed him to stagger off. It took all of my will do to so.
I calmed myself as she stood behind me, when i felt i looked as human as i could be, i turned and looked directly in her stunning green eyes that seemed so deep and so mysterious but then i realised she was scared of me, the look in her eyes spoke to me telling me of how vunrable she felt.
Just as she blinked i disappeared.
I shook my head as i returned to reality. I parked my car in the spot i always kept it. I was grateful for the darkness of the night as i got out and camouflaged into the darkness of the walls in this school.
I debated on either to see Skylar and Liam or to go to the place my mind has been filled with, to the place where i knew she would be. I decided to go to Arabell.
As i walked towards the girl's dorm i thought of the time Arabell bit her lip. God the smell of honeysuckles multiplied as her blood oozed from her lip. I wanted to suck it off her lip then kiss her so passionately so that we both were left breathless. That smell of honeysuckles i have missed so much, the way it smells so wild yet so smooth and sweet. The three days that i spent at the cottage of my once home was so difficult i often went down to the pond where Arabell once was when i took her there when she tried to run away from here.
Arabell although she tries to lock her emotions away eventually spills open to me much to my delight and happiness, but i see the pain in her eyes, the constant questioning i do hurts her. Arabell although a mystery is someone i wish to be close to not a mere body in her life that held no interest but intimately so i know the thoughts behind the frown and the smile.
So many things about Arabell made me intrigued, confused and attracted to. The way she looked in the moonlight; the way her hair fell in front of her face, framing her as she imagined the book she reads as her life; the way she looks at peace as she draws when she is so often alone.
The way her smile sends me in phase of pleasure, her voice strangely so soft and yet strong but still sounding like a beautiful melody, her eyes that sparkle when she allows me to have a chance to search through them, the way she bites her bottom lip as she contemplates things in deep thought.
I walk up the staircase, deciding to stop by Eloise's room, the telepathic, the main reason why Matthew had decided to come here. I knocked softly at the door; it was only eleven so i hoped she wasn't asleep. I'd asked Eloise to keep an eye on Arabell whilst i was gone.
"Coming" Eloise's high voice replies as i knock again impatiently. She opens the door; her acting skills have faded since being informed what she is, i frown.
"Figured it was you" she says allowing me in. "And yes she is fine, sleeping i believe" she answers before the thought crosses my mind. 'How was she after i left?' i thought knowing she would answer anyway. Eloise sighs "fine, physically fine but mentally...confused" she answers truthfully. I nod 'perfectly understandable, god i feel horrid about controlling her' i thought 'i wonder if she's scared of me'
"no, she's not scared, she misses you strangely i mean you are mostly what she thinks about" Eloise says, making my cold heart try to beat with warmth, i smile widely "i think a few times she has got me thinking i miss you" Eloise teases. I chuckle at the comment "why did you leave?" she asks hesitantly, i sigh leaning on the door 'because i can't help the way i respond to her, sometimes i can't control what i do, and...i don't want to risk hurting her' i thought knowing my thoughts were better than words.
"it looks like you hurt yourself more by trying to stay away" Eloise says softly, i sigh, it was true i hadn't been able to sleep, the thoughts of Arabell had been such an occupation that i often found myself laying in bed with my eyes open instead of them being closed. I knew full well i looked normal but with Eloise hearing my thoughts she could read the hurt i was feeling
"Don't worry, you didn't hurt her, she's just...confused and scared about something else" Eloise interrupts my thoughts, her face full of annoyance and trouble.
'What? What else could she be scared of, that human? God if he has come anywhere near her!' i thought, anger starting to rise "Rylan stop! It's not that guy, it's something else, she's smart, she's not going to think about whatever she's worried about around me" Eloise says.
I nod "true" 'what could be hurting her? What is Arabell trying to keep locked away?' i think in complete confusion and frustration 'i don't want her hurting'
"Me too, Rylan" Eloise says, pain her in eyes.
I leave not much longer, the anxiety of not seeing her now unbearable.
I open her bedroom door, knowing she never locks it, much to my annoyance, i inhale her scent, sweet honeysuckles, i smile the familiar tantalising scent sending a wave of relief and peace. I look in the dark room; her heart beat regular and calm much to my relief. 'Calm, something Arabell acts but yet has problems having, only why?' i think, my eyebrows furrowing in frustration.
I walk towards her bed, i pull back the soft fabric of netting around her bed, i smile 'at least she has peace in her sleep' i think with some optimism. Her black chestnut hair tangled and wild as it sprawls elegantly on her pillow, i notice the perfect natural curls she has 'god she looks beautiful with curly hair', her face was relaxed, her breathing regular and sweet scented. I wanted to kiss her plump heart shaped lips but decide against it, the thought of kissing them increased my desire to do so but 'if i were to kiss her i would want her to kiss back' i think with hope that shouldn't spark my desire. I hesitantly allow my fingertips to run slowly through her curls. Her face tilts upwards leaning into my hand as i begin to caress her face, i pull my hand back 'what are you doing?' i ask myself 'she's human...she's off-limits...she's beautiful...she's' i stop my train of thinking. 'no, just watch over her' i liked that thought as i looked over her fragile body, the image of the human on her, hurting her made my anger rage. I stepped away from her and walked towards her window, it was a clear night, the moon shone clearly making the night look mystical yet dangerous. I sighed 'what am i doing? Why do i have this pull towards this human?' i turn my head back to Arabell, where she moved restlessly. 'Why can't i leave her? For-god's sake i can't even stop thinking about her! I can't even go without seeing her for three days, pathetic!' i think to myself. I turn to her desk, i smile as her sketchbook comes to my attention, and just about whenever I see her she has this book in her fragile elegant hands. I know it's wrong; to go through some ones intimate things but it's wrong to be in their room if there asleep unaware of your presence, so what the hell right?
I look at the first page, it's a woman, mid-thirties, my eyes widen as the woman's details become clearer as i study the sketch, in the reflection of her pearled earrings stands a man, alone. 'How odd' i think perplexed to the meaning. I turn the next couple of pages as they are just scenes and pictures of mere strangers that obviously must have caught her attention, i stop at one, my eye wide with shock, my heart if it were beating would have come to halt.
It was me!
The sketch was amazing; she had every detail down packed. I held my breath; she had captured the intense gaze of my eyes, my smile amused but my eyebrows showing interest. The depth of my black midnight hair showed clearly along with the pale pasty skin that comes of being the monster i am.
But as i studied it another little sketch came to my attention near the shadow of my shirt. It was my mother's dead body, positioned the way it lay all those years ago, the blood oozing from her chest, i was sketched kneeling over her dead body, just the way i had when i found her dead. I couldn't believe my eyes as i looked at the details of darkness as it surrounded my face, the hatred clear in my expression, my wrath clearly shown in my eyes. How did she know? How could she have possibly known? No-one knew of this so how? I let a whoosh of air out, confusion began to suffocate me.
I flipped to another page. My eyes widened once again, it was me again, except it wasn't amusement and interest except i looked...happy and the other expression seemed alien to me, i couldn't understand the intense emotion that filled my eyes. I studied the sketch again, as i assumed there was yet another sketch. I recognised the cottage, the place i grew up in, where my mother died, when i lost my family, it was sketched to every detail in the shadows of the portrait of me. I held my breath out of pure anticipation. Two people stood on the porch, one i recognized was myself, yet i didn't look the way i look now, the smile in the sketch was one i hadn't seen on my face for years, the happiness and the strange emotion which i couldn't name was strong through my eyes but also my posture as my arm was wrapped around a woman, a beautiful woman. I gasped it was Arabell! She drew herself with me holding her intimately as if we were lovers?
I was perplexed, why did she draw the cottage? Why has she drawn me? Why did she draw us as lovers?
Lovers, the thought of us being together, like that made my head spin as if i was being intoxicated with fantasies. Only being lovers with a human is a fantasy, a mere desire one i cannot pursue i lecture myself, only having that desire forbidden caused a strange emotion in me one i hadn't felt before, i was angry that i couldn't have a chance with her but this emotion i felt bitter about the thought of not being her lover, of someone else being the one to kiss her plump lips, the one to hold her close smelling her sweet scent, and know the reason she smiles and cries. I clench my fist; only one person i know can fulfil the role, Liam.
Although a dear friend, possibly a brother but the thought of him being her lover made him envy him? Hate him? The emotion was filled with these and much more. But he could love her, give her offspring and joy, something i couldn't give her. I was pained at these thoughts, Liam already had feelings for her which caused more rage inside me, i sighed as i looked over to where Arabell slept 'she deserves someone far better than me, or a human love struck teenager' i thought bitterly.