Twilight is not mine, wish I was that original! **Sight**

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Chapter 40

The night ran long. I sat at an impressibly big round table - the wood a deep chocolate.

The room we where in had white washed walls, and the ceiling and floor, the accents and the beams, all the furniture was this deep chocolate brown, the dining room/ living room was all decorated in the same color scheme, the green sage of the upholstered comfortable couches, and the long thick rugs, and the deep dark copper tone of the drapes on the windows, and the big pillows on the floor dubbing as seats and the linens on the tables combined they all held a feel of a Mediterranean chalet.

We ate a delicious dinner of freshly baked bread, a lasagna and proscuito, the wine flowed and the brandy lulled me in to this half dazed and relaxed state.

I wasn't comfortable being here, I really didn't know what I had gotten myself into. I just knew that if this girl - or Marie as she had been called was here, then I would be too.

Vivian my hostess was too relaxed to notice that the only people in the dinning table now where too stunned to speak, as she outrageously flirted, and kept touching my arm and shoulder.

Marie hovered around us, as if making sure we had everything but never joined us at the dinner table.

I saw her sitting in the kitchen on a stool with a small plate of fruit in her hands, her bear foot dangling and her face a mask of concentration. She was beautiful; I kept my eyes on her form, finding her small and slight, I could have guessed her age to be no more then 15 years, she was beautiful, young, she looked like everything that embodied what my hart was looking for.

As I remembered the feel of her lips, and the softness of her skin I was broth back to the conversation –that felt more like a monologue since Vivian was the only one that talked, and Ivan was more likely to grunt his responses, when I felt Vivian touch my arm again and make inappropriate comments about my features and physic, which only made Ivan stab his meal angrily and grunt his distastes at his wife's actions.

You see, Vivian seamed to want to keep me, so she took it upon herself to make me feel welcome, by offering me her home, I was lead earlier to a guest-bedroom where I took a long shower but not before Vivian's hands slid to my checks and she pressed her lips to mine forcefully.

I tried to smile, but the foulness of her breath and the aggressiveness of her actions, other than make me feel uncomfortable it only showed her desperation and her lack of restrain, since her little show was witnessed by Ivan.

But still my luck was turning, I pictured myself here, with her, she was beautiful -Marie, her name made me feel a tightness in the pit of my stomach, I had to know her, I wanted to be with her, since I had first seen her.

I was sure that she would be my one.

My feelings where too strong for this not to be right. So I had to act and find a way into her hart.

Vivian would be sending her away. I had little time to conger up what my plan would be. I needed to know where this country house was.

As I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel I found Marie searching my duffle bag, startled at being caught, she pleaded that she was told to wash my dirty clothes.

I reassured her that she didn't have to bother herself with it. But she insisted.

Then she stood there for a few seconds looking at me, I coughed feeling embarrassed of her intense stare.

She smiled and blushed averting her gaze shyly. She quickly grabbed my dirty clothes and headed to the door, but as she crossed the room, I took her hand and stopped her. I felt the shiver all over my body. The heat of her skin made me braver and I pulled her towards me. Her posture was rigid as I stood in front of her. Her head bowed in servitude. I wanted to see her eyes; my hand gently touched her chin and lifted her face towards mine.

Her eyes where closed, I wanted to see it for myself. I wanted to see the emotion and intensity of the feeling I had for her reflected in her deep chocolate eyes.

But she didn't open them.

I knew she was frightened, but I wanted her.

I wanted to love her.

To worship her.

A leaned closer to her, bringing my lips to hers, as I kissed her soft lips I waited for a reaction, a sign, what ever it would be, a slap to my face for being so forward or her kissing me back giving her accept to my presumptuous attack.

I felt her sweet breath waived out and engulfed me.

I was hooked.

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