Sucker for Love- Book 1

Chapter 7- "I'm coming back for the whole thing."

I'm sleeping. The same images keep shuffling through my mind about the night of the ball, but none of them show mystery man's face. For all I know, it could have been a women. I wake up because of my needs, and pull on my robe. It has been almost over a week since I have taken anyone's soul and I'm itching with the desire to. I go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face and decide to go for a walk. I quickly put on some clothes and hurry out the door, but quietly.

When I get outside, the cold air bites me and I quickly go back inside to get my coat, but something shiny catches my eye outside. Returning with my coat, I pursue it. It seems to be the tint off of someone's jacket. He's tall, broad shoulders, dark hair, but I don't see his face. I'm strangly attracted to him so I decide he'll be my next feast. I follow him only in the shadows to freak him out and when he turns around I duck my head down. Then I speed up so I walk next to him and he realizes it's just some girl, relief will flood over him and the rest will be history. But when I speed up and walk next to this man, he takes one glimse of my face and then starts running. So I leap after him. No man I pursue will leave the clutches of my desire.

He runs into a well-lit alley and then turns right. I see a Vespa nearby and steal it. I start the engine and speed in his direction. I see him running and he slows to turn his head. I speed up and he ducks into another street. I speed up until I'm on his tail and he stops. Smart move. I speed ahead and do a 180. He's running in the opposite direction and I speed towards him. The Vespa spits and spits to a stop. I look at the gas gauge, and see the tank is empty. I get off and start speeding towards him. He ducks a right and I head towards him throwing off my coat, it's only slowing me down. Then he trips and I rush towards him. I grab his collar and toss him against the side of the brick building to our right. I'm about to punch him and erase his memory of every seeing me, so that when he wakes up I can play sexy nurse, but when I get one glance of his face, the familiar deja vu sweeps over me. Flashback: "Here. Cheers!"  Flashback: Me taking off my shirt and his pressing his mouth to mine. Flashback: "How?" A teer escapes my eye. 

I look into his eyes with terror. He grins, blood dripping from his nose.

"You recognize me. Took you long enough."

"What game are you playing?" I demand.

"The one where you give me your heart." He says, straight out. It surprises me. I thought he'd at least pretend to not know what I am talking about.

"I don't have a heart." I say.

"No, you don't have a soul." He smirks.

"Why would I ever give you my heart?"

"Well, you fall hoppelessly in love with me and then stupidly entrust me with your only true possession. It's a rather good story, actually." He smiles sickly, blood dripping into the crevices of his teeth, making him look like a blood sucker. I punch him again. "AHG!" He screams out in pain.

"And tell me, why would I ever fall in love with you?"

"Because someone will break your heart, and you'll be left with nothing and noone." He says, allknowingly.

"You're just a creep. A bored one who can't bear to see his life go on with nothing to show for it, so you want to mess with me to scare me. Well I'm telling you right now I will never be scared by you."

"So brave, but untrue. I saw the look on your face when you recognized me. You're scared, and curious."

"I not scared." I insist. "But I am curious."

"You should be, I'm not just some creep who's bored. I'm a creep with a mission." 

"And what's that?"

"To get revenge for what should have been my parents. The thing your parents stole from mine."

I'm hit with that information. For once, I didn't see that coming. I'm stunned, so much that I let him go almost like we mentally organized an armistice. I'm confused an frightened. I don't know what to say and for some reason I no longer have the advantage, physically or mentally, in this discussion. I have no idea what he's talking about. Maybe that's why my father has been acting so strange lately.

"But you know the worst part?" He asks me. I don't respond. "Your parents were too coward to keep them alive to maybe come back one day and take revenge, so they killed 'em. And you know what else?" I don't respond again, but turn away, almost like he's killing me with his words, each one making me feel weaker and weaker, until he'll hit me with the final blow and I'll be done. "Your parents were too stupid to see if there were any last links between your family and mine. And they missed one. Me."

He grabs my shoulder and whirls me around. He stares me deep in the eyes, like he's staring into my non-existant soul, and chill run down my spine. "I'm not back for a piece of the action. You better get your daddy's soldiers ready for battle because I'm coming back for the whole thing." Before I could question him about what "thing" he was refering to, he turned away and ran.