Angelina

Chapter 4

      She ordered the vegan hamburger with house salad and pure pineapple juice.

     “Are you vegan?” The waiter asked.

     “Yes” She answered and then popped a pill with a sip of water when the man left.

     The little time I spent around her fascinated me. She was not pretentious, did not give me coy looks. Her depression was mild, unlike her cousin Lucas.

     “How old are you?” I questioned as we waited for her meal.

     “I’m eighteen.”

     “Why aren’t you in college?”

     “I’m taking a year off for therapy. Aunt Emma is a psychologist.”

     That explained why she was here in Whitefish, Montana.

     “You lost blood. Was finding a donor difficult?”

     “I’ve been donating blood since I was able too. I have a private reserve of my own RH nagative blood for emergencies. I also donate for the general public.”

     As the waitress delivered her meal, she glanced over at the empty spot on the table in front of me with a nervous look.

     “What?” I asked. Her eyes slowly moved up my face and her heart skipped a beat. It was completely innocent, a nervous reaction that pleasantly affected me.

     “Lucas told me what you did for him. He told me about you.”

     And, there it was. I had no reaction under her gaze.

     “I can do the same for you.” I offered. Would she accept?  Out of consideration, I looked away while she ate. Nothing more was said. She refused dessert and we left the restaurant.

     “Lucas was right; cutting did take the pain away but only temporarily. I’m just angry now, that I could be so dumb.” She explained as we drove back to her house. “Now I can’t find my way back, to before I ever met him.”

     “I can help you.” It was my second and last offer.

     “I feel so tired.” She gazed out the window and drifted off to sleep.

     I could not believe it. How could she be so trusting? I could do so many unforgiveable things to her right now. That was the predator in me speaking. The human I allow in me pulled off the main road and took a hidden dirt path to a secluded spot.

     The forest provided the ideal backdrop, my favorite scenery, nature. I reached over her and adjusted the seat as far back as it would go placing her in a half laying position. She sighed and turned to me. I studied her.

     She was beautiful, for a human. High cheekbones well shaped lips, unblemished skin. Her height looked about five feet seven inches against my six feet four inch frame. Her petite body was anything but skinny. I recalled the way she looked up at me in the restaurant before confessing what Lucas told her. How I made myself focus only on the words coming out of her mouth and not her lips or the way her eyes, the color of wild honey, absorbed me.

     I was fascinated, but why? Usually, I stay clear of human relationships. My last one cost me a brother. Sophia Langton, an angelic looking blonde haired girl left a path of destruction for me.

     Sophia loved passionately, hated deep, cried long and laughed the loudest. She clung to me, suffocating our relationship. My love for her, if you can call it that, soon faded. Our relationship could have been so beautiful, if only Sophia was not prone to jealousy and erratic behavior.