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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲, 𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟒
Captivating.
The only word that anyone could use that could truly describe her. Her beauty beamed out of her as if she was the sun. The rays, touching all of those who were around her.
It was almost inhumane— how could anyone be this beautiful.. and be a mere human?
It was only the first glance, but it was absolutely breathtaking. How could someone of such raw beauty exist in a world of such terror?
In all of the time he had spent on this Earth, there was no such match for her. She was permanently burned into his mind, for decades.. perhaps centuries to come. Every feature on her body was god-like. Ethereal.
The moment her eyes met his, he knew his fate was surrendered.
She floated down the hill, towards the ever-flowing river. Almost as if she was an angel. He followed behind silently, careful not to alarm the girl.
Should I approach her? Should I taste her delightful blood? Just one taste.. it has to be delectable. Such beauty must have a unique taste. Perhaps her blood runs velvet carmine instead of tart crimson.
He hid himself behind a large oak tree and listened intently for a heartbeat.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't seem to tune out the sound of the birds chirping. It's as if they were gossiping of her beauty. He watched as she crouched down slowly and touched the water, letting her fingers linger in it for a bit longer.
The girl could feel his presence watching her. A secluded first encounter, just as her father had planned. Instead of immediate violence, she had decided a proper introduction was needed.
"I know you're watching me, sir." Her voice was soft and sweet to his ears.
"My dearest apologies, Madam. I only saw you leaving the village alone and thought to accompany such a small, young lady."
"And you thought I could not protect myself?"
"With all of the horrid murderous events occurring in the area lately, a bit of protection could go a long way, miss." He retorted. Her beauty— with such a witty mouth— this could be deadly.
"Let's call them what they are, Mr.." She paused, waiting for him to give his name.
"You can call me Niklaus."
"Yes, Mr. Niklaus. The attacks, they are most definitely from the demons of the night, the vampires."
He felt a terrible knot form in his stomach at the mere mention of the word vampire.
How does this lady know of such things? Perhaps Mikael is behind this...
He rushed before her, stopping only inches from her face. Both of them startled, holding their breath at such a close encounter. It was a lot to take in.. both of them with incredible, gorgeous features.
"You know of such things?" He said softly.
"I do."
"Who are you?" He questioned tensely, somewhat attempting to compel her.
"I'm Josefina." Confidence rang through her as if she was un-afraid of anyone, especially vampires.
He searched her face for any fault or indication of fear. With a furrowed brow, he took a step back. He pressed a finger to his lips and paced around.
"Well, Josefina, I do believe you know too much.." He paused, for dramatics of course, "Unfortunately for you, that means that this is the end."
He suddenly rushed before her again, veins flashing around his eyes and his fangs elongated. She didn't react. She didn't even flinch. Niklaus felt anger pulse through his veins.
"I'm sorry Niklaus, I think you might need to try a bit harder than that." She giggled.
He growled angrily shoving her against the tree. Still, she barley reacted. Her eyes bore into his, almost as if she was looking through him.
"Who do you think you are?" He cursed, pressing her into the tree harder.
Tired of his nonsense, she grabbed his arm and twisted it against his back. He winced at her strength. "I told you." She hissed, shoving him down to the ground. "I'm Josefina. You should show a bit of respect."
