Complete Me(ManxMan)√

CHAPTER 8 : Slight Revelation√

[ Antonio ]

Idiot! I thought silently seething as I had paced around in my dull and lifeless living room. Absolutely incompetent! What did you do!? This... this is most definitely your fault! 

In a fit of oblivious rage, I ran at top speed out of my house and into the open fresh air. I had zipped passed the trees, the sharp branches are left trembling in my wake. Now, I had been all feral as I growled and lunged at the edge of a cliff. The water below howled furiously, clashing into one another as I leaped. It was as though each wave, fought to get at me first.

The cold water trickled over my body in large amounts as I entered. I was stiff as I allowed my soulless body to float carelessly in the water. I closed my eyes and simply floated, enjoying the sense of freedom, the weightlessness. Here, I could pretend I actually died when my time came, instead of being saved by him.

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September 25th

I haven't seen him which was partly my fault. My sister was right.

I am a coward.

Now more than ever, I think of the little time I spent with her, the time she used to share as much wisdom with me than anyone I know. I miss her. So much so that it angers me, aside from Carlos.

I paused at his name, admiring the fancy curve of his name. I wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking about, or rather whom he was currently thinking of.

I did the right thing? Didn't I? Allowing us to continue the way we were, it would only lead to disaster, right? I keep asking myself questions, analysing the possibilities of 'us', the pro's and the con's. I can't help asking, what if?

Pathetic, I know. I remember when I made a promise to my sister, I promised her a lot of things. One, was to never live in regret, that was her most adamant promise, and she had been persistent, I couldn't say no and yet, here I am, asking myself these questions, questioning my own sanity.

What if...

But, I'm doing him a favour, being with me would be like....being with death itself.

Antonio.x

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Sometimes, I wish I could just dissappear into thin air without being discovered as a vampire. This moment was exactly that, I couldn't do anything either because he had called out to me.

"Antonio!" My lips parted on their own. His fury was more attractive than I has thought it ever to be. He glared at me, his sapphire blue eyes fixed on me. I bit my lip and stood rooted where on the side walk.

"I get it." My brows furrowed as I looked down on him.

"Get what?"I asked genuinely confused, usually one would get a greeting or be told something of relevance to a significant occurrence but this, this did not make any sense and usually, he spoke sense.

"You," his eyes softened and he took my hand in his, holding them up as though it was the answer to world peace.

"I still don't understand." I said, attempting to retract my hand only to have failed as he held tighter, I chose not to fight him on it.

"You are afraid." He said each word slowly, the last with a whisper. "You don't want to get hurt, the way your lovers hurt you, that's why you...rejected my offer." His voice broke and trembled slightly when he mentioned my shooting him down. I looked away from his eyes, knowing how that was complete bullshit.

"Carlos, you have it all wrong. "His brows furrowed as I pulled my hand out of his weakened grasp.

"But...It's the only possible solution to you saying no. I mean, was I wrong? Did I misread your actions? Because you acted just as I did, I thought...you liked me, just as I you." He said in semi defeat.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on but...I was only flirting because you were the first person to socialise with me, "I said, my face blank as I spoke. The only way to make him know, is to make him hurt, telling him this, it would hit home. "I was new, a stranger who happened to be a doctor passing by the room you were held in by the time you needed water, who better to talk to then someone who was either dying or almost died." I said, clearing my throat at the end as my voice broke. His eyes were glassy.

"You don't mean that..." He tried for a joking manner but instead my unmoving face caused his eyes to water further.

"I do," I wanted to say those words since the day I was born, just not with the current implications. "Stay away from me, Carlos." I said and turned.

I walked away with the picture of his face pinched with hurt. I was nothing but a monster, I always would be.

Suddenly I was turned around, my eyes wide as Carlos seethed. My eyes fluttered at the sting which erupted over my left cheek. It hurt, then he held me by the shoulders and made me lean forward.

"You will not get to decide what happens to us, and you do not get to walk away from me." His hand grabbed roughly onto  the back of my neck and pulled me to him as he went up onto his tip toes. Our lips met and suddenly the world felt right, I felt whole. I wasn't familiar with the feeling but it was welcomed. I found myself leaning into him as I snaked my arm around his waist and pulled him closer to me.

His tongue skimmed the bottom of my lip and I parted them with a whimper as his fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer as our lips battled out for dominance, it was simply bliss as he moaned, the sound more addictive than chocolate. I grabbed onto him, my fingers digging into his back as we made out in the open for everyone to see. I won our battle but he seemed to have staked claim on me which over all had my fangs tingling as they wanted out. I groaned as his hands went down, grabbing a hand full of my ass, I pulled away panting, I ran my tongue over my fangs as I gripped at the little control I had left.

Our foreheads were pressed together and my eyes were closed shut as I tried to escape the spell he had cast on me. I held his cheek in one hand, my thumb drawing circles into the warm flesh.

"You are so cold. "His voice had me opening my eyes in a flash. I looked down at him and his eyes were closed when he reached up and held the hand which was firmly on his cheek. "I like it." He smiled softly, then I snapped out of it and pulled away from him, stepping back and staring at him in shock as he got over his confusion and tried to reach for me.

"You don't mean that." I whispered. "Nor should you." I had turned away without another word and he called to me, he had called my name over and over as he followed me. I didn't know when he stopped coming after me, all I knew was that I began blocking him out, my mind to lost in the kiss which left me breathless for the first time in all three centuries.

These two make me feel like one of them should be in an asylum. Man, that was hot, go Carlos.