Magic doesn't exist

chapter 9

I had palpitations, I could feel my heart in my throat ready to explode.

I don't know if my fear was for the situation, which was incredible since I was in the house of a stranger, not even having a clue where I was, the thing that bothered me was the fact that by now he wasn't a stranger to me or rather, it wouldn't be after tonight.

I saw him hesitant to tell me things, it was as if he wanted to keep everything to himself, every now and then he looked up and noticed that I was watching him carefully, I was sitting with my legs crossed and due to euphoria and anxiety my hands were shaking while I gently stroked my legs.

"I am what you think I am. A monster. Those things that feed on blood, those things that satiate their lusts destroy innocent lives. I am a so called vampire. But I am different, yes this I dare to say it, I don't just feed on blood, I also feed on feelings, I feel love, I feel interest, I feel happiness and I feel fear, I don't know why you humans are so stubborn to say that we don't feel anything and we are just despicable beings? that you won't know how to explain it to me. Putting aside our typical pride. I come from a very distant period from yours: the 19th century. I don't remember when I was born, I don't even remember how old I am but I know that I'm over 100 years old. You know, I believed that things like our old passions, our old friendships, our first loves, our date of birth, our reason for death could be things that are never forgotten, but I don't know how but I completely removed them from my mind. It made me uncomfortable. This little house is my quiet place, a little further into the woods is my house, with several guys, and before you say anything, yes they are too. I'm surprised that you listened to me" he threw all this information out, I wanted to know so many things about his death, but he doesn't remember anything, it makes me uncomfortable. When I die, will I not remember anything? Will I not remember my family? My experiences Of my 'friends' I won't remember anything.

"Why are you so attached to me?" I asked without ever moving my gaze from his eyes. He had to understand that I was more interested in this.

"I'm glad you're not interested in my family," she said with a touch of irony.

"You know what I mean, you know why I'm interested" I answered quickly, I didn't want to waste any more time.

She slowly approached me, never moving her gaze from my dark brown eyes, I was almost stunned, the effect she had on me was incredible, in such a short time, unless it's a general fascination of such creatures. Because of the constant closeness I dragged myself back to the arm of the sofa, thus outlining a border, beyond which I could not go.

He was slowly leaning on me, but without letting our chests touch, with his eyes always turned towards mine. Suddenly my breath began to fail, his heart was pounding, my gaze darted to both eyes, that sort of uneasiness had a veil of excitement.

My back had made contact with the couch, he was on top of me, and I didn't understand what was happening, I just didn't need to move. This was good for me.

"No, you tell me because you're interested," he whispered close to my ear.

I couldn't speak, I was mesmerized by his face, by his alignments, by his almost imperceptible touch.

But barely imperceptible: his left hand began to flow towards my side and a series of shivers ran through my body.

"I think the effect you have on me is the answer," I said almost swallowing my words. I don't know where I found the courage to even mention a complete sentence.

His lips brushed mine, I could feel the chill of his body, which was still able to make my cheeks burn.

He laughed a few millimeters from my face.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," he said with an almost invisible smile.

He slowly lifted off of me and sat back down on the sofa next to me, I composed myself with my heart still in a panic, my lips parted and his chest making up and down quickly.

"I don't want to scare you but the first time we met was not the first for me but for you. Sometimes, while I breathed fresh air looking for a prey, your blood made me turn to your side, I always saw you with a book in hand, ready to read, sitting on your usual boulder. You were so naive, I felt compelled to protect you, you triggered something in me that I had lost after my death, so as soon as I saw that wolf trying to attack you, I didn't see it more with rage and I rushed to him to save you, at the cost of my life, for now yours was under my control, and I could not fail.

Sorry if I can't explain myself well, I hope you may still understand me" he explained, keeping his eyes on the sky.

"I feel more and more Juliet as I get to know you" I eased the situation with a hint of a giggle.

I still felt my skin on fire, I was so embarrassed that I didn't know how to manage my emotions. I was surprised, I didn't think I could be that important to him.

Strangely I didn't feel anger or fear that he had been watching me for a long time, I was safe deep down, of course it's strange to think that when I thought I was alone, then I never was.

"Thanks for opening up to me, see? I didn't eat you," I searched for eye contact with him and found him with an amused expression on his face.

"Come, I'll take you home" he beckoned me and I approached him.

Gently he picked me up, and again I was lulled by his sweet scent. Her touch always gave him the same problem: the chills. They were uncontainable. I didn't want to leave his arms, I couldn't. I needed physical contact and I wanted this to last even longer.

"What are you doing, don't you come down?" I realized that I had already arrived home, I was in my messy room, typical of me and my head in confusion.

I clung closer to him to get closer to his face, and at a little distance from his lips I said:

"No".