Her New Dream
Summary: Takes place in the second book. Maia's thoughts after learning Simon's new state.
Buildings and pedestrians passed Maia as she walked down the street, but she barely registered them in her mind because of her own deep thoughts. Thoughts about someone she should not be thinking about, the nerdy Simon. Simon was everything she did not go for in a man: needy, clingy, and love sick over another girl. Oh, and that small detail about him being a vampire really didn't help the situation at all. He was her mortal enemy, and yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Which is quite unusual for her, especially since she tended to go for the rougher, bulkier, masculine men.
Simon, well, he was anything but rough. In fact, he wasn't even a bit rough around the edges. He was innocence and kindness. He was soft, and Maia could bet that everything about the boy was soft. With the exception of the fangs he possessed.
"Even those are probably less sharp than the average vampire." Maia mused quietly to herself. She shook her head, angry with herself for even thinking about him. She didn't need, or want, anything that Simon offers. In fact, she didn't want a relationship, not after her ex turned her into a werewolf.
But yet, here she was, daydreaming about a soft-hearted boy. If she was truly honest with herself, she still believed in romance. In a one true love, in a lifetime lasting love. However, why must it be her sworn enemy?
"What the heck is wrong with me?" She asked in irritation, kicking a pebble down the sidewalk. " I do not want a blood sucker!" Maia was aware that she was receiving a few odd stares, but she ignored them and kept walking.
"Oh, great! Now I sound like a shadow hunter!" She angrily thought. What she wanted was impossible, and she knew that. She not only had been told that by her leaders, but her very own blood screamed that she was the mortal enemy of Simon. Soon enough, Simon's blood with scream that too.
However, her mind drifted to the mixed group of underworlders and shadow hunters, and her thoughts landed on Luke. Luke spent a great deal of time with Simon and the shadow hunters. She watched Luke as he controlled his hatred, to the point of it being nonexistent. Even though he was indeed a shadow hunter once, he no longer was one. He himself had said numerous times that he could not use the marks any longer.
A small blossom of hope bloomed in Maia. Perhaps there was hope, in this long war between werewolves and vampires. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope for her and Simon still. If you watched Maia closely, you would see something rare. A small smile crossed her face, and her step was light. A new dream sat in her heart, in the form of a supposedly mortal enemy. Simon was her new dream.