Hemlock Clan: What I Am

~ II ~

Blake

No.

Absolutely no way.

I paced my bedroom in nothing but a pair of black boxers, running my hands through my hair, not sure whether I was frustrated, shocked or both.

A man.

He was a man.

There was no way a guy was my soulmate.

I was so sure my soul would be paired with that of a girl.

A vampire girl.

Not a human man.

I dropped my head in my hands and closed my eyes, only to see his hazel ones staring back at me.

Stop it!

Lifting my head up, I opened my eyes and stared at my messy bed. The sheets were thrown on the floor, the pillows tossed to the side ... a sure sign that I'd had absolutely no sleep at all. I hadn't bothered turning on the light. Instead, I'd opted for complete darkness while my thoughts spun around my head.

My mind flitted back to last night.

The night that had caused my lack of sleep.

After staring at the handsome man for what had seemed like years, I'd suddenly realised what I was doing, where I was, who I was.

I was Blake Hemlock.

I was a vampire.

And I was not gay.

So I did what anyone would have done in my situation.

I ran.

Used my vampire speed to get the hell out of there as quickly as I could.

Because if I'd stayed, I was scared of what I would do.

Looking into his mesmerising eyes had caused a shockwave to pulse through my body, lighting my nerves on fire, making my hair stand on end. I'd felt a pull at my core so strong that, unless I turned away from him, I would have jumped on him.

I'd never felt that way.

Ever.

I knew my parents had teased me about finding my soulmate one day, but I never thought yesterday would be that day.

Walking towards the wall next to the curtains drawn across the window, I spun around and rested my back against it, letting my head fall backwards and hit the cool plaster. I folded my arms across my chest and frowned.

Since seeing him, it was like everything I'd been feeling lately had made sense. My body had been feeling off, and it was because my soul knew its mate was close by. It had been trying to deter me away from temptations, like the women at the bars I'd been to, the girls at the strip clubs.

Even the guy I'd left the club with.

What was his name again?

Did I even get his name?

I scrunched my brow, trying to remember if I even knew the guy's name, but my mind was flooded with images of the security guard at the docks.

The beautiful security guard whose uniform had fitted him like a glove. His soft brown hair had been long on top, almost covering his glittering hazel eyes.

There was something familiar about him.

Something ...

Was it because he was my soulmate?

Dad had always said that being with your soulmate felt like home.

Was that why he felt familiar? Because my soul had recognised its other half?