Stolen Love

Chapter Sixteen

      "Ok," I picked up my purse and scooted my chair back. "I'm leaving." I started to get up, but Charles put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down. I looked up at him with confusion in my eyes. Wha... Wasn't he just... I look from him to his now empty chair across the table. He was just sitting in that chair. How did he get over here so fast? I looked back up at him and saw that he was staring at my face. Or more like studying it. Why was he staring at me? I'm confused.

      "You don't want me to leave?" I ask him, perplexed. Why won't he let me leave? It's not like our grandparents having an affair meant... Wait. I watched with skeptical eyes as he made his way gracefully back to his seat. If my grandmother was supernatural, then I guess I should assume that his grandfather would be supernatural. Why would she get with a human? That must mean...

      "What are you?" I asked quietly, so no one around could hear us. I thought back to all the times I'd seen him, to see if anything jumped out. The only thing that was forefront in my mind was his scar. Now I was the one studying his face, looking for anything to give him away. His expression looked astonished, like I had just thrown an unexpected water balloon at him. He scratched his head and tried to avoid my eyes.

      "Well? Are you going to answer me?" I ask patiently, but that wouldn't last forever, I have a thin temper. He dropped his hand into his lap and stared me in the eyes, but defeat was not in his eyes. No, demand was.

      "This is not the place to talk about it. If you really want to know, we should head back to my hotel room to talk." He replied, his voice ringing with authority. I nodded my head, agreeing that this is definitely not the place to talk about something like that.

      "Let's go then. Now." I replied, standing up from my chair quickly. He obviously didn't want to leave, but he reluctantly got up anyway. We strolled down the sidewalk, side by side, silently. I would take quick peaks of him out of the corner of my eye, but it seemed he always knew when my eyes were on him. We made it back to the hotel and up to his room, without either of us saying a single word. He took out his room key and unlocked his door. He walked in a little and held it open for me, the complete gentleman.

      "What are you?" I ask, turning around to face him while he closed the door. He turned around slowly and I looked at his face. No emotion was there as he looked back at me. He walked over to the couch and sat down, then patted the spot next to him, indicating for me to sit. I walked over, eyeing him quickly to make sure he wasn't going to hurt me. He's had this entire time to hurt you, if he wanted to hurt you, he would have done it by now. I silently scolded myself. I sat down about a foot away from him, not wanting to touch him or be too close.

     "What I am, there is no name for it. I am a creature of the night, warlock, and shape shifter." He replied looking away from me and out the window. I just continued to stare at him, my mouth was probably wide open, too.

      "I guess we are alike in that matter," I reply with a sneer on my face. "There isn't a name for what I am either." He looked back at me, obviously surprised.

      "How did you find out?" He asked.

      "Well, let's see. I was walking down an alleyway- Hey! Don't give me that look!" I scolded him for looking at me with disdain written all over his face. "And then I got knocked out. When I woke up, there was an old man and he told me he was there to protect me and teach me the art of magic."

      "The old man knocked you out? I bet you enjoyed that." He snickered at our past old man joke.

      "No." I glared at him. "He had someone else do it. He said that it wasn't his idea for me to be knocked out." He looked surprised and shocked, then he just put a scowl on his face.

      "Really? How do you know it wasn't him?" He asked, as if I was some child that would forget the person who knocked them out.

     "Because the guy that knocked me out had grey eyes! And the old man has green eyes!" He continued to look at me skeptically, but he dropped the subject.

      "Okay then. I guess since it seems you already know everything, you don't have any questions for me." He said, and if I didn't know any better, it seemed as if he looked disappointed.

      "Now, I wouldn't say that..." I said, looking back at him with a smile playing on my lips. "How did our grandparents meet?" I asked, pulling my legs up under me and resting my arm on the back of the couch. He looked away and took a deep breath before starting.

      "It was a long time ago. I don't know if you know this yet or not, but vampires aren't immortal as everyone would assume.  We only live very long lives." He started, looking at me.  I nodded my head, indicated I hadn't heard that before and that I wanted him to continue. "It was almost 200 years ago, the Victorian era, when they first met.  Both of our grandparents were already married, but not to each other.  To put it simply, your grandmother put aside caution and had an affair with my grandfather." He stopped and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

      "What? That's all? I wanted to know when they actually met. Was it love at first sight or did they get to know each other first.  How did the affair happen?" I asked, surprised he hadn't said anymore. He sighed, but continued the story.

      "Your grandmother was a Tartonel, as I'm sure you've heard, and my grandfather was a full-bred vampire.  He'd been alive for at least 100 years and he still looked as if he was twenty.  Jeneveive had been out late one night, when the Grelonade attacked her, trying to capture her.  As it so happens, my grandfather had been walking, also and came across the scene.  It was hard, and he was injured in the process, but he managed to save her." His eyes stared at a wall, remembering either what he had been told or what he'd seen first hand.  "Now, it wasn't like the movies where it was love at first sight. She didn't say 'My hero' or anything like that.  Don't get me wrong, she appreciated him saving her, but she didn't know how to trust people.  She had had a hard life being Tartonel, friends had turned against her her entire life, and it made an impact on her.  It was years before they even became friends.  Even longer before they became lovers." He stopped, taking a deep breath before looking over at me.  I smiled at him.

      "Did they not create a child together?" I asked, imagining the idea of a bastard child that was made from love.  He looked surprised and then curious.

      "I don't know."

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I haven't updated this story since July.  I'm so so so sorry! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.  I really do hope I will be updating this story more now(: