Bound

The Walk

He takes my hand and leads me
outside. Under the moonlight, we
walk into the woods. It should be
near morning but yet the moon still
lingers. We come to the bank of a secluded lake. The moon reflects on the water lighting up the lily pads and their
flowers. On the fragrant flowers are
butterflies.
It is extremely beautiful. It reminds me of the night I was sitting on a dock dangling my feet in the water. This poem just infiltrated my mind. So I decide to share it with Vincent, "I go into the night,
Seeking someone to hear my
plight
I feel the world around me.
I leave behind the rest of
humanity.
I walk further into the night,
Leaving everything behind to feel
right
I find myself heading out to
the place where no one
speaks.
As I halt within the night,
I scan the trees around me.
I crouch down to the earth
And feel it pulsing under my
hand
There is a power here that I
wish to understand
As I wait within the night,
I send my senses outward.
I feel the life around me,
I'm overcome with a sense of
knowing
The trees, the grass, the
water they all give me peace
As I listen in the night,
I gaze up to the stars.
May the powers hear my
troubles out, give me answers
to my queries.
My life has made me become
weary
I embrace the calm that
settles over me.
I thank the powers for their
aid, and for the wisdom I
have gained.
Each time I go into the night,
I enjoy nature's delights.
The air, the soil, the water,
the foliage, and the life that
dwells here all bring me
strength and rid the darkness
by the grace of their light
Even in the darkest of night,
one can embrace delight.
There is much beauty in each
and every night."

He asks, "Was that one of yours?"
I nod. He thinks for a moment, "It's a very pagan concept. You're likely part witch or your soul just identifies with it."
I have to ask, "Would that complicate things with us?"
He tries to reassure me, "What you are won't change
whatever made the
connection between us. It just
makes you dangerous and a
target once you learn to
control your powers."
I say, "We don't even know what I
can do."
He squeezes my hand, "Well, I can test your vampiric
abilities and I bet the wolf can
see what if any shifter ones
you have."
"As for witch do I just find
spell books and give it a whirl
like in Harry Potter?" I ask.
He chuckles, "F*ck if I know."
I laugh, "Awe where did Mr Prim and
Proper go?"
He looks at the lake and then says, "Let's test your speed."
He runs across the water and picks a
flower from a lily pad and returns
twirling it between his fingers as he
smirks.
I sigh, "Um I doubt I can walk on
water."
He smirks as he puts the flower behind my ear, "Try it."
I look at him skeptically, "How do I know you just don't
want to get me all wet?"
He chuckles, "You don't."
I reply, "If I get wet, I will find a way to
get back at you."
He winks, "I don't doubt it. Perhaps
that's what I want."

I select the closest one to try for. I
think to myself be fast and walk on
water. I give it a go. I manage to get to the flower and back with only getting
wet just over my ankles.
He kisses my cheek, "Not bad. Maybe with the
years or if you could turn
you'll be able to avoid
getting wet."
"Well this proves that I have
some speed at least."
He nods, "Yes and that's good.
Stay here. I'll be right back."

He sprints to the house and puts a
record on and returns.
He instructs me, "Now concentrate on your
hearing and tell me what you
hear playing back at the
house."
I close my eyes and try to blockout
everything. I hear the blood flowing
in my veins and his heartbeat, I try
to stifle that noise. Then I hear the
music.
"I hear music," I state.
"Good, describe it," he says.
I think for a second, "Opera I think. William Tell
overture or are least sounds
similar."
He smiles, "Very good. You are right the
opera was a comedy
composed by a famous
Belgium André Grétry.
So you have our keen hearing."
I rub my head, "It makes my head hurt a bit
like a mild headache."
He asks, "Do you trust me?"
I laugh, "Do you realize how silly that
sounds? I'm in the woods, at
night, in the company of a
powerful vampire and you're
asking me if I trust you."
He raises his eyebrow, "Well I was going to give you a
massage but now I'm
rethinking it."
I giggle, "Well don't trouble yourself
too much."
He scoffs, "I swear I think the world hates
me."
I grin as I laugh, "Or loves you, I'm pretty
special."

I catch his thought without meaning
to. He said to himself, 'maybe you
are more than you know.'
Our eyes lock. The space between
us lessons, like there is an invisible
cord tethering us together both
pulling us and binding us as one.
I see the look of amazement in his
eyes and I know mine reflects the
same. I can see myself in his eyes.
His beautiful blue orbs seem to glow
and sparkle. It's like nothing I have
ever seen.
He touches my face, "Your eyes glow like peridot."
I smile, "Yours glow like someone put
a lightbulb in the depths of
the ocean."
We gaze at one another. He touches my cheek and I touch his. It feels like warm silk, so soft and smooth. Then we kiss, wind swirls around us picking up bits of water from the lake. It's like we are in the center of a tornado. We pull away and touch our foreheads together.
I say, "Are you doing this?"
"No this has to be you."
"Um, how?" I'm so confused.
He says, "I have no idea
Try to imagine it back calm
like it was."
I do and everything returns to
normal. This is so wild and it has one hell of a learning curve.
"Nothing like this happened with Kevin?" he asks.
"No. I had a strong connection
with Kevin but the most that
ever happened was that
candles flickered or lights
dimmed," I say.
He cocks his head, "And you didn't find that odd?"
Bluntly I reply, "No just coincidence because
it didn't happen all the time."
Now part of me feels silly for not figuring out just how different I was before now. It would have been nice growing up if I had known why I was a freak. I bet other kids could have sensed that I wasn't human.

I start to make a comment about how anytime he and I are close that something happens, but his laughter interrupts me.
"What?" I ask.
"Eva, you're finishing my thoughts before I can speak them. I think I'm getting used to you."
I laugh, "Next you'll say how I'm like a
worn in pair of sneakers."
He looks confused, "What? Why would you want to be old shoes?"
I roll my eyes, "It's an expression. Ugh just forget it. It's hard to
explain."

We talk as we walk back to the house. He thought I might get cold so I told him that I'm rarely sick. He thinks that could be either a wolf or vampiric trait. But what if I'm not part vampire or wolf? I know we assume what I could be a mix of based on what my mates are, but what if we are wrong?
We sprint the rest of the back while holding hands. I think I'm growing on him.
He's still quite odd to me, but there
is a charm to it. I do feel
comfortable around him and safe. I
can be myself.
I haven't been able to be myself
since Kevin. Vincent gives me a
glimpse of what my life could've
been like. He is also what my future
holds. After tonight, I want to see what having a mate is like.