Forbidden Love #ON HOLD# (Book #1 of the Cursed With A Forbidden Love Series)

Chapter 9

Hey everyone! Long time no see! This chapter gives us a little in sight into what Lexi is thinking after her first day of school. I know some of you were expecting this to be a Jayden chapter but I thought I'd do it on Lexi. Especially after her encounter with Aaron.

Chapter 9

Lexi

Sometime during the rest of school, Hannah gave me her phone number and Chelsea told me that she didn't have one. I thought that was odd but didn't question it as I could see it was a sore subject.

I didn't encounter Aaron again, thank God, and I found out that not only was I in the same form as Jayden, but we also had Sciences together. The teachers had been rather nice and didn't make me stand up in front of everyone and introduce myself.

The only seat available in Biology was next to a nice girl who I think was called Pennie? She seemed to ignore me and talk with her friends but I read a glimpse of her mind and let's just say that it was some pretty dark stuff going on in there. She seemed really happy and bright on the outside but on the inside, she was hurt and vulnerable. It made me want to find out what was wrong but I knew it would only make her ask why I knew what I did so until I came up with a good excuse, I was just going to have to leave it.

I was walking home with my head tilted towards the sky, inviting the warmth of the sun on my face, and relying on my hearing to not run into people. It was times like this when I really began to question how my family coped without the sun to brighten up their days. It also made me wonder how Aaron was at this school. The last time I saw him, I was 13 and a half and he took me upon a hill that we used to have picnics on as a child. It was also the place where we met for the first time.

He had blindfolded me and guided me there, saying that if I took it off, it would ruin the surprise.

After a few minutes of walking, we stopped. "Can I take it off yet?" I whined.

I felt his hand on the small of my back as he edged me a few more steps forward. "No. Just...just wait a few more minutes - I want to tell you something."

He sounded really nervous and I guess puberty must have just kicked in because his voice sounded huskier than it did yesterday.

"Ugh." I complained. "If you wanted to tell me something then why blindfold me?"

He took in a long breath and lightly pulled my elbow to stop me. "Because I have to show you something as well."

I heard him walk in front of me and start messing with whatever he wanted to show me.

"Come on! Hurry up!" I huffed.

He laughed then sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult Alexis?"

After a few moments, he stopped moving and I guessed that he'd stood in front of me.

"Lexi," he began, "you're my best friend and I...I..." He trailed off. "I want you to know that...I've...I...you..." I giggled at him fumbling over his words and went to take the blindfold off.

His hands clasped mine and he brought them back down again, silencing me. He didn't let go of my hand, instead, he held them in his own, raising my pulse.

"There's something I've wanted to say for a long time...and it's really hard for me to say...I guess...I -"

A gust of wind blew by and he let go of my hands. A few moments went by but I couldn't even hear him breathing. I reached up and took my blindfold off.

He was gone.

I looked over the hills but he was nowhere to be seen.

I looked down and there was a small oak box on the floor with a rose engraving on it. I picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a woven leather bracelet with a wooden plank in the middle. And on that wooden plank, engraved in his neat, 14 year old handwriting, was one word - pe vecie.

(For those of you who don't know, pe vecie is Romanian for forever)

I reached the gate of our house and checked both ways before leaping over it. I ran up to the front door and quickly unlocked it, letting me inside. I made a beeline for my room and whizzed up there, being quiet and trying not to wake anyone up. When I got to my room, I threw my bag onto my bed and headed for the en suite. I took out my contacts and wiped all of my makeup off with a couple of makeup wipes on the side of the sink.

Immediately, I stormed over to my desk and pulled open the bottom draw - the draw that I rarely opened because it held the things that I held most precious to me. I just stared at it wondering how long it had been since I had last looked at it's contents. Around 50, maybe 60, years?

I carefully took it out and ran my fingers over the faded rose. Too many memories. Inside lay the only reminder of who he was and I was going to take it out after all of this time? It seemed like the only thing I could think about doing.

A voice in the back of my head kept telling me to put it back before I would do something I couldn't take back but I knew that I needed this.

The leather felt smooth and new as if it was made yesterday, and the faint smell of sawdust lingered in the air. Pe vecie. Forever. I felt myself tearing up and put it back in its oak box before my tears of blood dripped all over it and stained it. I put the box back and closed the draw, wiping away the red that now stained the back of my hand.

It had been too long, I thought I'd never see him again. The amount of nights I cried myself to sleep thinking that I was the last person to see him alive, that he was up there, on that hill, because he wanted to show me a bracelet he made. If I'd refused to go, he would've still grown up with me, being my best friend, and maybe, just maybe, he'd forgive me. But no, I was excited and wanted to know what he was showing me. If only I'd said no...

And now he was here. It was impossible and I can't be 100% sure that it even is him. It could be that he is a relative, maybe Aaron had children and one of them happened to look exactly like him...and have the same name as him...and the same black eyes...and the same coloured hair...and the same rose colour of his lips...and the same...ok, I get it. It's him.

It's inevitable.

I just don't know how to feel about all of this. I mean, my childhood best friend, before Delina, disappears, only to reappear 169 years later? The only possibility is that he's a vampire. That, or a werewolf.

You see, a werewolf becomes of age at 18 and shifts for the first time. His/her wolf will help them, find their mate. However, when a werewolf kills for the first time, by accident or on purpose, they stay that age forever until they get murdered. Not that I've ever come across a werewolf before but my previous tutor taught me all about the supernatural. But that's impossible because werewolves became extinct a couple decades ago.

Well, I can't think of that now because my R.S teacher gave me an essay as homework and I intended to get it done.

I've been abused all of my human life, I lost my baby brother and mother to the plague, my first best friend was kidnapped, Delina was murdered before my eyes, I met and became a vampire, I drink blood, I've burnt down a couple hundred houses with my fire powers and constantly fight my demon from taking over and going on a blood rampage.

How hard could my essay be?

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