Bloody Involvements

Chapter 7:

While in the waiting area for my flight, a guy- generously around my age- came walking in. Normally I wouldn't have even bothered looking up from the magazine I was reading, humans really weren't a big attraction to me, but it was as if I FELT his presence.

My eyes quickly darted up and in one quick sweep I knew what he looked like- black as night hair; cut edgy, eyes as light and blue as the sky, and a smile that appeared almost sad in a certain way, he was a few feet taller than me, it looked about five foot nine, and had a slim, but sinewy build to him.

I had no idea who he was, or why I had even bothered looking up, but as soon as I did I felt a twinge something- burning, shocking, twisting in my stomach. I didn't know what was wrong with me. The longer I stared the more intense the feelings and the happier I seemed to get.

I was shaking, I realized as the magazine slipped from my hand. I caught it before it hit the ground which had allowed me to break my concentration with the guy whom I had such an incredible attraction to.

I looked around, checking to see if someone noticed my slip up and somehow managed to see, but it was a futile attempt. I knew no one had, it was just an excuse and too soon I found my eyes scanning the area again. A few rows behind me he sat and now I noticed a pretty blonde with him.

Instantly, an uncontrollable rage over took me.

Who was she?

What was she doing with him?

Why was she with what was MINE?

I gasped as that thought bounced into my head. Why had I said that? I didn't mean it. He wasn't mine...at all. Just then, I remembered something my father told me about when he met my mother. He had said that I would feel this way- the fiery sensations, the shocks, the happiness to almost the point of obsession, and if I had stared long enough, I would've wanted to be closer- if I had found my chosen one, the human that whatever God was there (which I didn't believe in) had chosen for me. He was to be my soul mate, however it didn't mean I was his...

My father had said if my chosen one didn't feel the same it could end horribly. I wouldn't be able to take it, I'd go mad and probably kill him. I hoped he felt the same because I didn't want to hurt such a gorgeous face. I shuddered at the thought and concentrated on other things.

When my flight was ready, I got up and went to board. I felt the guy I had the attraction to move and head towards the same flight as me. He was so close, probably behind me, that I just wanted to reach out and pull him to me.

Barely controlling my urges, I picked a seat and watched as he took a seat across from me with his woman. I glanced over and just for a short second met his eyes. It was as if time slowed down. All the sounds around me and people just seemed to fade away. His eyes were all I could see; pools of water. His face was even more glorious now that I could see it better and without realizing it I leaned forward, my breathing erratic, reaching with my hand out to touch him. But before I even got close I felt a slap on my hand, definitely nothing that hurt- it felt more like someone was rubbing a feather on my hand.

I jumped back then, breaking eye contact and looked over. The blonde was scowling at me with a what-the-fuck look on her face. She leaned close to my mate, I shook my head.

No he wasn't mine!

She whispered in his ear, thinking I wouldn't hear, "Dear, I think you're attracting the wrong company," she sneered the last word.

He shook his head, clearing it and simply laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Just that I don't care about whose looking at me. I only love you, so it shouldn't bother you."