My Soulmate

Chapter 4

I sat on Pablo's bed, gently running my fingers through his soft hair as I glanced out the window, watching the waves crash against the shore. Suddenly, Pablo stirred, his eyes flickering open. I reached for his hand, trying to reassure him. "Hey... Hey, Pablito, it's okay. No te asustes," I murmured.

I could see the fear in his eyes as they darted to his bare chest, where the scar from the gunshot wound was still visible. He tried to speak, but only managed a raspy cough. Hastily, I handed him a glass of water.

"What happened? I feel so strange. I'm... I'm hungry, or thirsty, or... I don't know," he mumbled, confusion evident in his voice.

Now, I had to tell him the truth.

"You were shot, Pablito," I began softly, preparing myself for his reaction. "You were dead for a few seconds, but I... I turned you into a vampire."

Pablo looked at me, as if I was joking, but I kept my face serious, and his eyes slowly softened. "I'm sorry... I had to save you," I whispered, scared that he'd hate me now. I couldn't live with that. He was one of my closest friends. I knew him since we were little. He was the first one I met when I and Leo came to Barcelona. I still remember that day.

Leo and I just arrived in Barcelona. We were living under a bridge and while Leo was trying to earn some money for us to buy food, I was taking a walk with Moon, my wolf. I was distracted by the sea when I suddenly was hit by a football and a boy my age rushed over to me immediately, apologizing stressed out: "Perdón! Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?! Are you bleeding?!" The poor boy thought he almost killed me and I just smiled: "I'm fine, don't worry. I'm Fiona...". The boy smiled back at me: "I'm Gavi...well Pablo actually, but everybody calls me Gavi." I chuckled: "Why that? I prefer Pablo better..."

That was how we became friends and since then we were inseparable. He introduced me to the others and to Xavi, who took a fatherly role for me and Lionel and let us live with him.