When I arrived in Oxford with my sister, I felt like my world was going to change, and it did.
It didn't start the day I was next to my sister at the Bodleian, when she opened Ashmole 782 aka the Book of Life. But the day before, in a random pub in Oxford, is where I met the most handsome man, I have ever met.
Did I know he was a vampire? Maybe. But did it matter? Hell no. Do I generally avoid vampires in fear they will use me? Yes. But this one felt different, and my sense's were right.
It was mid-day, but I decided to order a salad with a cup of sweet wine. I was 20 after all, and here in the UK I only needed to be 16. I was walking up to order my wine, when I bumped into this man, who also had red wine in his hand. I fell to the floor, red wine drenching my shirt, but when I looked up, I froze. I looked at this vampire, immediately feeling a sudden sense of belonging and love.
I knew I had made a mistake. How could I be so stupid. I was the last of my kind, yet the control over my blood, was undetermined. I wasn't supposed to look stranger in the eye, for I wasn't supposed to want or have a soulmate. But it seems the one time I didn't adhere to my Aunt's safety rules, I find mine.
He offers to pay for my drink and give me a new shirt, one from the pub. My conscience, or wolf, tells me to pull him aside already. But I don't listen to Nymeria. I sit down. Start eating my salad. When the man asks me a question, "So whatcha doing in Oxford? You from here?" trying to act normal.
"Well, I'm here with my sister, she's presenting at the University. You know you could of started with names?" I answer, trying to fight Nymeria with scent control.
" Well then witch. I'm Marcus, Marcus Whitmore," Marcus tells me pulling out a business card, showing the initials of his degree's including his doctorate.
"Well, that came down rather quickly, my names Enora, Enora Bishop for your information Marcus Whitmore," I say before taking a sip of my sweet wine, looking at the man with my piercing eyes.
"Well Enora, with that level of sarcasm, we should get along greatly," he says with a goddamn smirk, that melts my insides.
We continue talking for hours, before he walks me home. Where I am extremely drunk and reveal my scent for only a second. He stops in his tracks.
"Your a bloody werewolf?"
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His Moon (Marcus Whitmore) (A Discovery of Witches)
FanfictionEnora Bishop, Diana Bishop's cousin and adopted sister, lives in Massachusetts with her aunts and guardians. But for once, she accompanies Diana to Oxford, hoping to learn about the historic city and herself. There she helps Diana open Ashmole 782...
