Blood & Chocolate •A Jordan Parrish Fan Fic•

•Five• Eight Hours...

{Theo Raeken}

I wake up and move my hand but feel that she's not there.

I get disappointed by that.

I don't know why I had this notation that when I woke up that she would be there.

Then again Emma is a cold person and I'm just so fucking crazy about her.

I get up and wince. When I look down I see I have a bruise on my rib cage.

"Always gotta have it rough huh, Em?" I smile at that knowing it'll heal way before I get to school.

I go take a shower and as I do I start to think about the first time I met Emma...

It was the summer I had turned fifteen and I was out skateboarding in a neighbors pool.

They weren't home so that was a bonus.

I was pretty crap at skateboarding but I didn't care, I just wanted to stay outside and practice some new tricks.

I had lost the track of time when I finally looked up and saw the street lights were on.

I had decided to try the trick one more time before heading home but my foot had slipped and the board went up.

I wait for it to fall but it never does.

Instead I get up out of the pool and see a girl holding onto my board.

"Excuse me?" I call out to her.

She looks up and she didn't even have a single expression on her face, almost like she was just staring right through me.

I walk over to her and she just stares at me.

"Are you okay? Are you lost?"

She finally blinks and offers the board to me.

"Um, thanks..." I reach for it but she drops it and snatches my hand with strength that I didn't even think she had.

"I'm so hungry..." She whispers.

Her eyes get frosty and her jaw widens.

I try to hit her but she catches my other hand and flips me on my back then pins me down.

She leans over me and all I felt was cold where she was touching me.

"I'm so hungry. So hungry..."

Her fangs lengthen and I feel my eyes glow as I try to use my strength to get her off.

But she feels like dead weight on top of me.

She leans down and she licks the side of my face.

"Emma?" Someone calls out in the distance. The girl suddenly looks up and growls.

She looks back at me and I just knew she was about to eat my face off.

"Emma!" She sneers and let's me go.

When I sit up she was gone...

For the rest of the summer I hadn't seen her ever again.

When I finally started my sophomore year in school all the guys were talking about the new chick.

I remember that day so clearly because one minute I'm staring out the window and the next the hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end.

I look forward and there the girl stood.

"Everyone, this is Emma. Emma I'll let you tell the class where you're from."

"Merci professeur. My name is Emma Loup. I am from France, and I just want to say that I feel very welcome to be in America."