Alright guys so they are starting to get longer finally!!! :D sorry about the short chapters. I didn't realize that they were so... well.. short! Anyway new character for you! i hope you like her! once again this one is editted! I'm around nineteen weeks pregnant and we get to find out the sex of the baby on tuesday! So wish us luck and health!
Enjoy the read and have a good night! :)
See you later alligators!
-Lissa
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Chapter Three
Unknown Pov
All night those red eyes didn't leave my mind. They didn't invoke fear in me, but a sense of knowing I never felt before. It was the fear in her eyes that captured me. Have you ever seen a leopard in the hunt getting caught in the act? That was her. No matter how much I tried to at least enjoy the free beer in this too loud and crowded space, I couldn't after those eyes.
Something magical and ancient had awaken in me. I didn't want it to depart. Somewhere in the darkness of her eyes a very bright light was hung. I could not leace this be and now her name echoes in my head.
When sleep finally came last night it was only replays from the nights events. This is the reason I am dragging myself into work to recieve my pay check with a quad shot white chocolate mocha in my hand. Part of me hoped to see her again but another part was nervous as to what it would lead to.
I got my pay check and walked by the complementry breakfast to see what sort of people checked in. Then, I saw her. Our eyes met momentairly, and when I moved to get a better look, she had dissapeared. Well I guess it was a sign to hold on to these magical awakenings.
This is crazy, right? It can not be sane. I tried to mentally shake myself and smile to our front desk. I paused for a moment then left.
Alina's Pov
I made it out without another sighting, thank god! I held my cross in my hands, letting the familiarity of it's shape soothe me. It held hundreds of years of safe feeeling for me, passed on by my mother. Luckily the forcast was wrong. If it were not for the cloud cover and my hoody, it would make for a very painful day.
A little bit of pain was the least of my trouble. After five hundred years, creaky bones are expected but it's trying to keep myself from being careless that is the hardest. Luckily after a hundred years or so you are able to go into a fifty year rest. When you wake up though you are the definition of blood lust. I am two years past the time when most would rest. But I can't risk it. Not with this girl and not with the amount of blood it requires.
A wave of depression hit me finally. 'Where will I go now,' I thought to myself with a sigh. "Sa mor euz (I should die)," I exclaimed with a bitter laugh. It's this damn curse! I shouldn't be outside so vulnerable. For the first time since I left the hotel I observed my surroundings. Less than a block away there was a book store with a little bakery inside. "Futu-i (fuck it)," I said quietly before entering the book store. 'Maybe a good book will calm me.'
The bell chimed as I entered the store. I quickly removed my hoody and sunglasses. Being out of the sun feels nice. It must had been adding to my fowl mood without even knowing it. I wondered through the store looking for a book to lose myself in. I walked straight past the supernatural sections and into the poetry. I quickly found a seat in a big arm chair and begain to read.
"Your usual, Elani?" someone asked in the bakery. For some reason my ears perked up at the name. It would be important. I was not sure why but my gut was never wrong.
"Yes please! With one to go," the girl presumably named Elani said with a smile in her voice. Her voice was far too familar for my liking. Too scared to look I buried myself in the poetry.
"Got a lot on your mind," the cashier asked casually. I tried not to eaves drop but it only came to failure. Her voice enchanted me. It had been so long since someone has.
"Well Kelsey drug me to a party last night," Elani said witha hint of annoyance. "She ran off to flirt with some guy then when she came back she seemed out of it." 'Pula mea(fuck)! Now there is another player in town,' I thought to myself. "And not the kind of out of it she is after too many drinks and a joint."
"I'm sorry hun," the cashier said in a genuine tone, "Is she feeling alright?" Elani was getting her plate and the to go as the cashier worked the cash register.
"She is fine," Elani said with doubt. The cashier must have given her a look because she explained. "She was really tired this morning. A bit light headed and definitely could not remember much." I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. The more she said the more it wouldn't go away.
"I hope she feels better by tomorrow. The professor in socialogy is a stickler about having our full attention," the cashier stated in a way that was a matter of fact. They said their departures as Elani's footsteps got closer to me. They finally stopped few feet away from me. By the sound of it she found a table.
I peaked up from the book and surely it was her. She diligently had a college book and a notebook out. The page filled with notes quickly and I continued reading with my legs tucked comfortably to the side. Instead of anxiety I was calm. Calmness never came anymore, so I took to it willingly. For the first time, outside of victorius smile for another good hunt, I smiled.
"I never took you for poetry but I do remember you spending many hours in my brother's library," a voice from my past spoke quietly. I must had jumped because of what he said next. "I am not here to ruin your hiding Alina," he said in a thicker romanian accent.
I continued to appear to be reading. "I guess it is time to change towns again," I replied in a quiet and almost defeated voice.
"Not needed," the voice from my past spoke. "I changed their trail with ease."
"Thank you Mircea, you did not have to," I spoke almost in a whisper. "It was my fault for being careless last night."
"But of course I had to. You are family and I am still your uncle," he stated proudly with a smile. "I am not like the rest. But watch out for Radu, he has a nasty bite." His laughter reminded me of Vlad III, my father, and how his accent thickened with humor. "Besides you have lovely prospects in the horizon," Mircea said hinting over my book.
My cheeks burn with color, "Thank you uncle, I will be more careful." Then as soon as he was there, he was gone. I remember once when my mother spoke of love. She had said that sometimes when fate did not grant you support by blood, the father of us all granted a heart to fill that space as it it was made specially for it. I lost faith in this but mama was never wrong. Nor was Mircea, Radu and the rest of the bloodline was not so accepting.
