The Terrible Twelve

Chapter 3: The Lonely Phoenix

In the same diner, sitting across the restaurant was a man sitting in a booth that faced Viridian. He was tall, at least 6 feet and had thick, dark hair that he kept short and brushed towards the front. He was on the slim side but he had broad shoulders and very lean muscle that he hid underneath dark clothes. He has bright green eyes that glow when the lighting is just right or when you're in a dark alley. And a dark alley was where you would most likely run into Christian Le Armurer. Although you wouldn't know it was he until the moment before you died and then you wouldn't be talking to anyone on this temporal plane again.

Christian wasn't eating or drinking; he was just sitting there, his long fingers wrapped around a warm cup of coffee. There were only a couple of things that staved off the hunger for blood, liquor and coffee. Right now he really needed his wits about him, so coffee it was. When the thirst for blood grew strong, Christian's body turned into a hunting machine. Being hungry made Christian sharp; it let him focus on want he wanted. Christian always got what he wanted.

Christian had a lot of things that he wanted to achieve tonight and he needed to be sharp for it because he was going to need all the time that he had. Christian had only been in LA for two weeks but he hadn't gotten any actual work done. He had come over here on a very long plane ride with a specific plan in mind that he was going to follow word for word. It wasn't like him to be distracted by anything, let alone a human but he had. Christian had been completely distracted by Viridian Tyler.

Christian had happened to walk past her on the first day that he'd arrived and ever since then, Christian had been following her. He had been so entranced. He had watched her every move and fallen in love with what he'd seen. He had seen her feed the squirrels in the park and walk her dog at night. He had seen the way she slid her hands along the wall as she walked in her house and he had seen her think about what she was going to wear in the morning. It was so interesting to watch her get ready. Every move she made was apart of a routine. A set of motions that made a blind woman living on her own a lot easier.

He loved the way she slung her cat around in circles when she was bored and also the way she fingered the page of a book when she was almost ready to turn the page. Christian loved almost everything about her, and the things he didn't love, he didn't know about. He had been watching her for almost two weeks and he was ready to learn more about her. He was starting to feel like he was stalking prey and Viridian was not prey to him although he wanted her. Christian seemed creepy to most people, it was a part of the human bodies self defense, but he didn't want to appear creepy to Viridian. He wanted to get to know her. What her childhood was like? How she had grown up? He wanted her to feel that same need and he was sure that she would once she was like him. He needed her to like him because for the first time during his whole life as a vampire, he actually wanted to change her.

Christian had been alive for almost too many years to count and he had never once come across a person that he connected with so strongly that he wanted to change that person. He had never met someone like Viridian and he knew that he needed her in his life.

He wasn't naïve though. He knew that this was a dangerous situation and a selfish decision but he couldn't help it. Vampirism was a disease and he was completely aware of that. He was aware that doing this could possibly end her life completely and he didn't want that. But he also had been alone for most of his life and he didn't want to continue living like that either. Christian had a coven back home that was both loyal and loving but it wasn't the same thing as having that one person that you could absolutely confide in. Christian wanted that relationship and he knew that he could find that with Viridian. All he had to do was meet her first.

Christian ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath before standing up and straightening his shirt. He knew that she couldn't see him but he wanted to look good for her anyway. He would gladly change anything about himself for her.