Haunted by the Immortals

Chapter 4

Cami

"Hi," a voice said. I was so in my own world that I didn't notice that I had run into the most gorgeous boy I had seen (okay, so I had to admit he was hot, VERY HOT, but still not as gorgeous as Mitch). He was tall, more than a head taller – and probably taller than Mitch even though this boy seemed much younger – his eyes were jade-green, and his hair dark blonde. He was well built with oh-my-God tones.

"Uh, hi," I said helplessly. Cami, you are such a creep.

"God, I'm so stupid. I'm sorry I ran into you. I was in my own little world." He laughed and it was the weirdest laugh but it made me want him more. What? I sounded like a needy teenage girl who had never had a relationship before. Well, that was true for me in some sense. He lent out a hand and added, "I'm Nat."

I shook his hand and it felt amazing: all toned and uttered, "Cami." Smiling, I murmured, "Nice to meet you."

He looked back, and smiled at me when he looked my way again. "Hey, you want to get some dinner or something. I'm pretty hungry and I'm sure you are too, it's seven-thirty." He saw my shocked expression. "I know. Ignore how quickly I came up with the idea. But trust me, it's not a date. I might be stupid enough to ask you something like this so soon, but not for a date. That comes later if we ever get there," he grinned, showing teeth.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what shocked me more: the fact that he knew I hadn't eaten or that he was asking ME to have dinner with him. Or whether to be upset about the fact he had assured me it wasn't a date, because he wouldn't be as silly as to ask a stranger that in the few seconds they had met. But I agreed with, "Yes, that would be nice."

I could go. Francois wasn't coming back till really late. He'd made some friends in the past couple of weeks and he'd gone out for dinner with them, then for a few drinks. Or so he said. Boys said that, but then they come home too drunk to live. And of course the friends he had made were non-vampire. But I didn't care about Francois right now or the two times we made out (I only did it because otherwise he would have got suspicious that I liked him, but hadn't even made out with him; when actually it was all a lie about me loving him. In fact, I was still a virgin).

All I wanted now was Nat. Yes, I knew that seemed like I was acting like those annoying girls who believed in all the romance and true love shit, but I just couldn't help it. We'd just met, but he'd already done so much to me. More like love at first sight. God, what was he doing to me? I sound like an ass-kisser.

We walked to the diner filled with people. And we were almost immediately served. I sat down and it was with the fear that I nearly fell face first towards the table we were about to sit at. I blushed like mad and took in a shaky breath. "You okay?" Nat asked with worry, genuinely present in his voice.

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. "I'm really clumsy, that's all."

"Same here, I fall over all the time." He laughed, but suddenly stopped and his face went serious and very, very cold. "So," he spoke with a dry tone. "Let's cut to the chase, I know you're not from Oregon, I can see it on your face. Where're you from?"

"How...how did you know that I – I'm not from here?"

"How did I know?" I nodded. He shrugged, "I have that kind of psychic power." He smiled. Was he joking?

"Oh, cool."

My tone seemed to satisfy him just enough to carry on. "So, tell me, where are you from? You can't be from abroad, right?"