Fate Foretold.

Chapter 3: Kai's view

It has to be around 10:30 pm. I have to travel to Boston, 'cause Dad keeps pestering me to visit, so that he can figure out a suitable bride for me. This has got to be the most annoying thing on planet Earth, but I don't have no goddamn choice. I don't get why he wants to do this. For grandchildren? Seriously? No. I'm not going to. When I get to Boston, I'm going to make sure that he knows that he and I have forever to find someone for me to marry and, oh boy, do I plan on taking my time.
This train feels so.. bumpy. I see this pretty girl sitting next to me. Her hair is tied in those clips. What does my sister call them.. er.. Ah, yes! Claw clips! She ties her hair in those pointy, dragon-shaped clips! But.. I don't think I recall my sister's hair ever being anywhere near as.. gorgeous as this girl. Okay, that's it, I'm talking to her.
God.. her hair.. that black, silky, wavy hair.. and those beige-coloured cargos, her air forces.. Why does my heart beat so quickly? Why do I want her so much? Why do I feel so.. possessive?
'Are you travelling to Boston as well?' I say, trying my best to come off as a chill person; even though I'm honestly a chaotic, touch-starved humanoid being. Not human. Humanoid. Shit, forgot to introduce myself, 'Oh, right, forgot to introduce myself; I'm Kai, Kai Vysotnikov. And you are?' My voice sounds a bit more desperate. I want to hear her voice. Be it good or bad. I just want to hear those sounds and syllables from those lips.
'Why do you want to know?' She speaks. Oh my Lord, her voice. How does she sound like that?! I don't even care that she barely trusts me, I think I'm in love.
'I'm curious, is all.' Clearly, I lied. Well, I am curious. But, that's not the only reason why! I mean, c'mon, those brown eyes! How could one not fall in love with them?!
'Fine, Ayeza. Ayeza Scarletta Rueben." Lo and behold, the angel speaks again! "Ayeza"... sounds Arab. And it sounds like a good name for a wife- ahem. It's a big name, I won't lie. Not as big as my- ah, shit. Can't say that. I should compliment her-
'That's a big name.' Okay. That. That was not planned. But, hey, sounds chill, right?... RIGHT?
'Just wait til you hear my full name.' SHE SAYS I CAN HEAR HER FULL NAME? I GET TO HEAR HER FULL NAME?! SHE'S GOING TO LET ME HEAR HER WHOLE NAME?! OH LORD, I'M IN LOVE-
'Wait, your full name? That wasn't your full name?' Sound chill. Sound chill. Sound chill. Sound chil-
'Nope. First and middle. I didn't include my surname.'
'Damn.' That's all I manage to say. Lord, if my father wants me to marry, AT LEAST MAKE ME MARRY HER-
She chuckles at my response. Does she think I'm funny? Is she laughing at me? I don't think I care, but her laugh is so pretty.. she takes mall gasps through every individual chuckle.. her lips.. I want those lips..
'You're the one to talk, Kai Vysotnikov.' She says. I notice the way she pronounces the 'kov' in the name. With a slightly Russian pronunciation. I love the way she says it. In this moment, I'm starting to cherish my surname more. I want to hear her say it. I want her to scream my name, I want her to lovingly call out my name, I want her to call it when she's mad at me, when she misses me, when she needs me.
... I think I'm getting ahead of myself. What if she hates me? I look so shady, don't I?
'Is that supposed to be Russian?' She's smart too?! Wait, that's pretty basic, though. I mean, Vysotnikov isn't a regular, white-washed, American name. But, still, she's interested in my name! That has to mean something! I feel my face brighten up.
'It is, how'd you know?'
'I know a bit of Russian.' SHE. KNOWS. RUSSIAN. I'M MARRYING HER-
'You do?' I manage to say.
'Yep.'
As I start to enjoy this conversation.. I start smelling something.. is that..
'Hm, do u smell that?'
'Smell what?'
'Blood.' My bloodlust is getting ahead of me.. but that smell.. 'it smells like it's coming from you.'
'Wait, how did you-' I cut her off before she can finish her sentence. Those 4 words are arousing my suspicions. Because I don't think it's her blood. However, I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
'I have a good sense of smell. Are you on your period or something?' That did not come out the way I expected to-
'I'm not, for Christ's sake.' As she says that, I stand up and point a gun to her head. Who am I kidding.. I'd never be able to pull her trigger on her. How could I?
'Lower the gun, Kai.'  She says, a bit coldly. I knew it. I recognise that tone anywhere; that firmness in her voice. She's an.. assassin. Just like I am.
Am I going to tell her that I'm a romantic vampire? No. I won't let her think I'm weak. I won't let her feel like she isn't safe with me.

I want her to love me. I want her to fall in love with me, knowing that I'm not a weak, pathetic fool. I want her to fall in hopeless, endless love with me, knowing that I'm a ruthless, bloodlusting killer, who's more insane and more possessive than the Devil himself.