The man who waited

Chapter 2

"I'm sorry.." I start to say as Jess comes out of the house. Late like always. And she is worried about getting straight A's this semester. So not happening. As she comes out of the house she notices Stalker I mean James and almost falls on her face.

"Um Tasha, who's this?" she asks while googling over my stalker for the past three years.

"This is James, The guy that has been stalking me for the past three years! You know the guy that I told everyone about and no one believed me. Yea that guy!" I yell at her because I still can't believe what's happening.

"Well you never told me how Hot he was. Or I might have believed you..." I give her a look that lets her know that I know she would never have believed someone would be stalking me. "What? Ok so maybe not. But you never know!"

"Jessica, I have no business with you. I know who you are and your just a spoiled brat that always has to have what she wants. I really hope that you don't want me, for I am your sisters." James says as if its the most normal thing in the world. To declare yourself to someone like he just did. All three of us are dumbfounded. Taking my hand, James continues "I have something very important to talk about with Natasha, so If you both don't mind."

"Um, I do mind! You are not taking her from me! I mean this car. We don't know you and you won't touch her. So if you don't want to loss that hand of yours. You should reconsider what your next move is." Eldon snarls at James. I couldn't have been the only one to catch that right. He said 'you are not taking her from me.' Not the car but from him. I didn't know that he felt that way for me. If only I had known before that moment.

Before I even know what's happening the door is closed with me on the outside of it. And James is carrying me away from my pissed off sister who is throwing her own eye daggers at me and a very red faced angry Eldon. And then they are gone. What just happened? Where am I? Where's James? Where's the light?

"James? Where are you? Where am I? Hello? Please answer me!" I yell, half shriek. I'm really scared. I am even looking for comfort from the guy who has been stalking me. I throw my hands in front of me incase I trip over something. The only thing I feel is a very hard, very real, male body. Somehow I know that its James. "James, I need to get back. I have school and friends and family. I meant what I said about not being worth anything. But I still want to live there and, well, just live. Please take me home"

"Natasha, I'm not going to hurt you. I haven't been stalking you. That was my brother, Zac. We are also twins. Like you and Jessica. You see, if he gets to you first then thats it for me. And I was the guy that you saw that first time. I was just making sure that he hadn't found you yet. You see, I have been looking for you for the better part of my life, which is a long time because I'm immortal."

This is a dream, I think to myself as I look at this male perfection in front of me. Its only then that I really look at the man standing before me. He was wearing the same jacket that he always wore or rather his brother wore, the black leather one with the white snake, with a tight white shirt that displayed his muscles very well. I could even see that the jacket was a perfect way to show off his well tones arms and black fitted jeans, and somehow it looked so much better up close then it did far away. James had to be about a whole head taller then me, with heavy wavy black hair that falls just under his ears, like hes just recently started leting it grow out. His cheek bones and nose are sculpted in a way that would make him an envy for every male model that there has ever been. And his lips where so plump, but thin at the same time, 'perfect for kissing' I thought. Woah, were did that come from? How would I know that his lips would be good for kissing? I've never had a kiss in my life! And then those eyes.. Those eyes that looked so identical to mine, wheren't. Yes they were like ice, but they had some kind of warmth to them that mine didnt have. Some type of what? Love? Lust? Hope? I couldn't tell. " Umm, I'm sorry, a what?" I say when what he said registered.