Aoife POV:
I slowly turned in the direction the voice had come from and was suddenly confronted by two huge, mischievous, liquid silver eyes. The smirk on his face seemed to be permanent and only grew and grew as my blush deepened. Chris. Such a common name yet it suited him perfectly. I don't know how, I'm sure the name Chris suits a lot of people, but right at this moment I couldn't picture anyone else in the world even being compared to this guy. He looked like he was from a whole other world. One that I wanted to be part of immediately. He had an air of arrogance and mystery about him which just seemed to make me like him more and more.
"Well?" he said in a lazy voice that seemed to have the slightest hint of a southern drawl to it. He was holding out an old, worn, wooden snooker cue.
I froze. Transfixed by his eyes I felt like I was drowning in a pool if ice and metal. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. Like blood. Fuck, I might have been bleeding I was biting my tongue so hard, incase I said something ridiculously idiotic… Like 'no'….
One eyebrow raised as he waited for my answer but the smirk never left his face. Realising how much of an idiot I looked I smiled and took the snooker cue out of his hand. He smiled in return, not a smirk, a proper heart wrenching smile that reached his magnificent eyes. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest and attack him. There was an old worn black leather jacket over the chair he had been sitting on. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sam and Lily watching us. He was wearing an Egyptian blue tee-shirt with a distorted black and silver flower on it, a pair of ripped, faded grey jeans and a battered looking pair of black converse. Scruffy.
He lined up the balls and broke potting two reds. I smiled again and he looked at me with a curious expression.
"I like yellow" I said innocently potting two balls of my own. He looked at me like I had just tried to teach him Double Dutch… confused.
"Why?!" he said
"Because it's a warm, sunny, happy colour. And I like warmth and sunny-ness and being happy. Yellow's good." I replied.
Something about this seemed to amuse him as suddenly the arrogant smirk re-appeared.
"So, out of every colour in the world that you could possibly like the most, you choose yellow?!" he said as he lined up his shot and missed.
"I never said that" I replied potting another ball " I just said I liked yellow. It's better than red…"
He interrupted "Red? The colour of lust, love and passion? You're a girl, your meant to like all that soppy love stuff!"
"No, red, the colour of rage and anger" I replied.
He just shook his head then looked at the table. I only had two more balls to pot and then my black one whereas he had to get four more to win.
"Well Blondie, your not actually half bad at this game" he said
"Err, thanks, I guess" I replied " however it is slightly unfair" I said brushing past him to get a better shot.
His smirk deepened and he lent across the table opposite to me and asked "How's that?". I looked up at him and lent forward, with a small smile on my face and said quietly " Well, you see, I have already had two scotch's so I'm just a little wobbly, whereas you seem completely fine! Hence making this match unfair!"
He smiled and I realised just how close our faces were.
"Ah! I can see how that may raise an issue. How about to make it fair I go easy on you?" then we both pulled back and laughed a little.
He lined up his shot and potted it but missed the next one potting mine instead. He stared in horror as my second last yellow ball rolled out of sight down the insides of the table. I also stared in shock, then, trying to soften the smugness in my voice I said
"You don't have to go that easy on me"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Lily leaving the bar with the dark haired guy.
"Err, Lils? Where are you going?" I was always fiercely overprotective of Lily. Especially when it came to guys.
"Just for a cigarette" she replied, but there was an excited gleam in her eyes. As she was walking out three other guys walked in just as I realised Sam was also missing.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked back up at Chris who was staring at the other three guys who had walked in. I looked over at them aswell and noticed that, like Chris and the other two guys, these men were also very, very handsome. It was there and then I decided that this god-forsaken icicle of a town may not be so bad after all.
Then Chris spoke,
"Well, well, well. Hello Quinn, long time no see. Ash, James."
The guy I assumed was Quinn, physically looked about 18 years old but his dark eyes looked ageless. He looked as though he had seen a lot in his life, and one way you looked at him you could see regret and sadness in his eyes, but then you would see happiness and completeness. He had an experienced look about him and he frowned when he saw Chris. The other two didn't look too happy to see him either.
" Hello Chris. Nice to see you too. What brings you here?" the one called Quinn said.
" Looking for an old friend" Chris replied with a menacing smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Quinn didn't reply, instead he turned to me and spoke.
"What's a girl like you doing hanging around with a loser like him for?" he asked
"She is beating me at a game of pool" Chris said before I could.
" Actually, she's won" said the tall one with the ash blonde hair.
If I honestly wasn't already doing my best to get into Chris, this guy would be my next target. I guessed he was Ash, because of his hair. He was gorgeous! Tall, lean, blonde and had ever changing eyes. I was nearly drooling. The other one, James, stood beside him had soft dark brown hair, and grey eyes. He was also very handsome, with a lean, muscular build. I honestly was unsure as to whether I could handle any more hot guys in the one room.
Chris looked at the pool table to see that I had won then smiled at me. I smiled in return, then turned to the blonde guy and said,
" To be fair, he was going easy on me"
" I'm sure he was" the guy replied then smiled a faint smile at me.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable and self conscious around these guys. All of them. I turned to Chris holding out the snooker cue. He hesitated.
" Thanks for the game. I should probably go and find my sisters now" I said,
" Sisters?" he asked.
" Yeah the two girls that were with me earlier" He looked confused for a moment then said,
" You don't look like sisters".
One of the other guys laughed then said,
" For Gods sake Chris! The girl's trying to get away from you. Take the hint!"
Chris glared over at said voice, then looked back at me and reached out to take the snooker cue from my outstretched hand.
In that moment our eyes locked and his fingers grazed over mine in skin to skin contact. And then the world blacked out.
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It was like an explosion of blues and pinks and silvers and greens and purples sharply contrasted with the blackness of the rest of the world and the whiteness of the light that blinded us. I felt hot and shaky and I could feel my legs failing beneath me, then his hand tightened around mine and the feelings got worse. Take the best orgasm in the world and multiply it by forty million. It was as if someone had lit a fire in the middle of my chest (better than the feeling the scotch gave me). And then I could see him. Chris. Not him exactly just everything about him, and I could hear his mind. And then we were both falling with our hands still intertwined. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling. It was just different.
And I could hear him saying 'Fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck,fuck…' over and over again but he wasn't saying it out loud. He was saying it in his mind. Then out of no where my small voice, quietly whimpered a feeble 'what's happening?' and he stopped, everything stopped. Then somewhere on the outside of this cosy, fuzzy, warm yet confusing bubble I heard a voice saying
" Well, I know that look!"
Then I heard a growl coming from Chris' chest, and all too quickly I was pulled from the cosy, fuzzy, warm, confusing bubble and found myself lying on a heap on the floor of the bar, with the snooker cue still in my hand. And Chris had Quinn pinned to the bar and was snarling at him. And there were fangs coming out from Chris' mouth. Real, sharp, vampire fangs. Long, white and pointed and they were looming over Quinn's throat. Quinn wasn't making any move to stop Chris but his eyes were black and there were fangs coming down from his mouth aswell. Then I looked at Ash and James and noticed that they both had fangs and were snarling at Chris.
And I screamed. I had seen some pretty fucked up shit in my time, but I had never in my life screamed like this before. All four vampires stopped and looked up and me and I jumped up and screamed again. When I stopped Chris let go of Quinn then came towards me. I still had the wooden snooker cue and had watched Buffy as a kid, so I raised it to hit him with and he stopped. There was silence in the bar for a second time that day.
' Put the stick down' I heard his voice inside my head. Invading my brain and thoughts. Controlling my actions and emotions then I pushed him back out. The stick was still in my hands and he was moving ever so close to me very slowly. I was trying to concentrate on his posture and trying to keep and eye on him to see if he would pounce, while trying to figure out a way out of this all and find Sam and Lily. I knew they were safe. They couldn't not be safe. It was unthinkable.
Then I heard a short scream from outside. Everyone's head snapped round to see Lily almost tumbling into the bar.
' No!' I thought 'Wrong way you idiot!'
In an instant she was in Chris' arms and his fangs where dangerously close to her throat. I could practically see her pulse moving against the pale skin of her neck and his sharp fangs grazed over it slowly and carefully. She screamed once more, then went limp in his arms, though she hadn't fainted.
" Now, drop the stick and kick it away or else I rip your sisters throat out right in front of you" he said.
Quinn, Ash and James didn't move but they were looking at Chris warily.
" If… If I drop it…will…will you let her go?" I asked. I couldn't hide the fear in my voice.
" Yes" he replied quietly.
There was a loud clang as the stick dropped onto the ground and it rolled away when I kicked it. Chris hesitated for a moment, then released his iron grip on Lily. She fell to the floor then crawled over to me and clung onto me. I stared hard at Chris but his gaze wouldn't meet my eyes. Quinn slowly walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder.
Lily was sobbing hysterically on the floor and began screaming again, when Chris' dark haired friend walked in. He didn't look at her, but he had a sad expression on his face. He walked over to Chris, but looked at Lily and said quietly,
" We're soul mates…"
Lily stopped Screaming and sobbing. Just stood up and stared at the guy.
Then a voice was heard from the back of the room,
" So are we" it was Sam. She was standing beside the red haired dude and they're fingers were intertwined. Everyone, except me, looked at Chris, expecting him to say something, or freak out, but he did nothing. He turned and looked at Quinn with pleading eyes, then walked out of the bar.
Quinn said,
" He's soul mates with the other girl. He just can't believe it."
Everyone turned and looked at me. My face flushed then I got really hot and then the whole world went black again. But not in the good way.