A Face Made For Daylight

So what's the wish

****AVENGERS ------Finally got home! This one is long I'm sorry----I'll make them shorter!

ALSO---So so so so sorry for the delay! This one has California to start, and then Kid/Stella/Alistair <3 I'll go back and forth in this chapter with them all <3

1957- California

Alistair groaned turning in bed.  He lifted his hand up to block the sunshine beaming down on him through the sheer curtains of his bedroom.  It was another sunny day in California. The warmth of the sun alerting him to wake.  And like clockwork, his mind instantly went to the one woman he couldn't stop thinking about for the last three weeks.  Tabitha.

They spent almost everyday together since the film premier of Arabella.  He never met anyone he can talk to as much as her.  In fact, he wasn't used to talking to women at all.  Tabitha presented him with a challenge.  She couldn't be lured or compelled.  She worked for her money, helping run her family's floral business.  A family she couldn't introduce him to, not yet.  Witches believed in balance and vampires were an abomination of nature. Tabitha wanted to wait until she was sure to take a risk with her family.  She was also taking care of her little brother, mentoring him for his upcoming 18th birthday when he would take an oath to serve his coven as a warlock.

Alistair stirred in bed, sighing looking at the ceiling.  He was holding back from her.  It always felt like he had a hand around his neck, constantly there to bring his thoughts back to Marie whenever he drifted to someone else.  The mere mention of her name made him realize a part of him will never be able to stop loving her.  He remembered her parting words, harsh words that she etched on the grave stone in his mind:  I don't like you anymore.

Marie left him but told him it was for his own good.  That she would return when he was ready.  That they will be together again. She told him he was holding her back by embracing his humanity.

He waited.  He drank obsessively.  Fed ruthlessly.  He fucked women carelessly and disposed of them afterwards. He stopped writing love songs.  Alistair was doing everything he can to make her see he was capable of succumbing to his true and dark nature, his real self that Marie promised him was deep in him.  In the mean time, he watched her from afar.  She was going to come back for him.  Afterall, she did turn him.  They were going to spend eternity together.

Alistair swallowed the lump in his throat as he lay on his sheets.  It was strange waking up alone.  His bed saw its fair share of women.  Different women, sometimes in groups.  But it never saw Tabitha.  It has been weeks and she hasn't kissed or slept with him.  She has had lovers in the past, but she wanted to take her time with him.

She had a wild spirit, a fire within her that intrigued him.  He opened up to her about Marie, his past, their troubles.  Anytime he spoke of Marie, his throat would cave in, he would feel sick and guilty letting other women in. But he couldn't help it.

Tabitha felt warm and embraced him with light.  She was like the first day of spring.

Alistair recalled her sitting across of him at their many dinners, listening intently, offering her opinion, never shying away from telling him he deserved better.  Tabitha shocked him with her quick wit, and her fearlessness.  Unlike Marie, she assured him that he was revealing to her his true nature and it was the kind and loving human version of him.  She believed he was good and should remain that way.  He missed that part of him. 

He recalled the softness of her skin as she spoke, it flickered against the candle light.  It was their little tradition now, having proper meals at the table surrounded by dim lighting.  All their exchanges were by candle light.